"A little boy went out to play. When he opened his door, he saw the world. As he passed through the doorway, he caused a reflection. Evil was born. Evil was born, and followed the boy. And a variation: A little girl went out to play. Lost in the marketplace, as if half-born. Then, not through the marketplace — you see that, don't you? — but through the alley behind the marketplace..."
Yeah, neither are mine. I know that I'll probably want to write a crossover, because I'm hosting that week. And there're a couple of things I think I could incorporate into stories I've been meaning to write for ages anyway. But that's pretty much the extent of my thoughts so far.