Microfic thing: In ten words or less, write a thing for each genre. Went with Star Wars, of course.
He could never see her face- just the flashing blue blades.
"I am your brother," he said, with a dark smile.
"Bring Your Child To Work Day," Vader read, and growled.
Well, my ship's still shinier, thought Kirk, who remained annoyed.
The twin suns on her hair- Luke alive- death could come.
"Snookums? Babycakes, maybe?" said Anakin, and Padme fell over laughing.
Obi-Wan suddenly blanched. They'd left Luke on the Death Star.
"Ben lied," said Lukeunit, and Artoo gently nudged his knee.
"You... pirate!" "You say that like it's a bad thing."