I took part in this last year, and it's great fun. 300 words maximum, starting with the words 'Lightning flashed' I was going to do something deep and meaningful, but then two of my recurring characters showed up. Enjoy.
Lightning flashed when the doorbell rang, as seemed to be usual here. It was all these dark and stormy nights they kept getting, or maybe just an inevitability when on holiday in this particular corner of the League of Ultimate Evil, in a small but gloriously spiky little castle-ette. A real home from home, in fact. Either way, Edwin the Moderately Unpleasant didn’t stir from his chair behind the ebony desk, carved with scenes that made Mrs Ormeroid the cleaner have one of her turns when she looked too hard. As she did surprisingly often for a woman of seventy.
What would it be this time? Some creature pieced together by an inquiring mind that saw merely being in bits as no challenge to a world containing cellotape? Some nosferatu thirsting for the blood of virgins and liable to make a run for the door if his cousin Sandra got hold of him? Possibly adventurers, though you didn’t seem to get so many of those out this way. Instead, it tended to be more lost souls driven mad by nameless horrors, or possibly just by their map reading skills.
Edwin closed his copy of the latest Lucy Delane romance as his official hench-goblin Tilesbury stepped into the room. Tilesbury made the usual effort at servile capering, but eventually settled for his inevitable crisp bow, the tails of his ridiculous long suit jacket scraping the floor.
Edwin tried to look imperious. “Visitors, Tilesbury?”
“Yes, Sir. Forgive me if I was a trifle slow on the door. I was helping Young Master Vilhelm in the tower with his lightning rod.”
Edwin coughed. “Your private life is your affair, Tilesbury. What is it? Nameless Horrors from Beyond? Things?” Edward shuddered. “Market researchers?”
“Worse? You don’t mean…”
“Yes, Sir. It’s your mother.”