A/N You know what's interesting about the themes that are chosen here? They really force you to try new types of writing styles. One moment, you'll be writing some soppy fluff, and the next you'll be writing a death fic! It really is quite diffacult... and fun!

And BTW, if you want the full list of themes, just send me a PM ;)

031. Flowers
They had gotten into a fight. Again. They had been fighting a lot lately. And by the end, one of them would always end up in tears. Usually Columbia.
This fight had been even worse than the last few. Columbia had ended up fleeing to her room, sobbing uncontrollably. The names Frank had spat at her still echoed inside her mind.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Columbia, confused, got up and opened it. Immediately, her expression changed. At her doorstep was a bouquet of flowers. There was a note attached which wrote:
Columbia, I'm so sorry. -Frank

032. Night
Frank said that in Transylvania it was always night. He said that there was something about the darkness that was simply magical. But she could not understand it. What was so magical about darkness?
But then again, Frank's hair was dark. And so was his makeup. And his normal attire. And his eyes. And… his personality. Everything about him was dark. And she liked him, right?
And there were things about the night that she liked. She liked the stars, and the way the wind blew, and the moon. Yes, the night was not bad.
So maybe Frank was right.

033. Expectations
When she had first came to the Frankenstein Place, she had expected the very worst. She had expected Frank to be a selfish jerk. She had expected Magenta to be a quiet maid who refused to be outgoing. She had expected her room to be small and lonely. She had expected life to be dull.
She had been very, very wrong.
She loved Frank with a passion. Magenta was the best friend she had ever had. Her room was large and… familiar. And life with Transylvanians was not dull. It was exhilarating.
Columbia learned not to have such low expectations.

034. Stars
Columbia sat on her bed, staring at the sky through her window. Millions of stars were spread out through the heavens, shining down onto Earth. Their twinkling beauty cheered her up a bit. A shooting star whizzed past the window. Columbia's eyes brightened, and she thought of Frank. She silently made a wish. Frank would be hers forever.
The groupie looked back up at the sky, and a new thought crossed her mind. She wondered where Transsexual was, and if it was visible from where she was sitting. Would she ever see the beautiful planet herself?
Only time would tell.

035. Hold My Hand
The night was not going very well so far. They had started arguing as they left the restaurant, and now they were giving each other the silent treatment. As they walked down the street, Columbia occasionally would glance at him. She was waiting. She wanted an apology. This whole mess was his fault.
After a moment of awkward silence, Frank sighed. It was obvious he was not going to win. He grabbed his groupie's hand. The girl turned to him, surprised.
Frank smiled. "We've already spoiled most of the night, we might as well make the most of what's left."

036. Precious Treasure
Columbia and Frank decided to see a movie. However, it turned out that this was every other couple in town's idea too, for when they arrived at the theatre, the place was filled to the brim with younger couples.
Nevertheless, there were a few people who were single. A few of these people walked over to Columbia. This was nothing new. People seemed to be genuinely attracted to her. She was very pretty.
However, Frank would not put up with it. After quickly getting rid of the annoying men, he said, "You're mine, Columbia. Do you understand?"
Columbia nodded, grinning.

037. Eyes
He loved Columbia's eyes. They reminded him of the springtime. They put the sun itself to shame. And he could learn so much from Columbia through them. Magenta said that the eyes were the window to the soul. If this was the case, Columbia had an exceptional soul. Bright, happy, smart, loving…
He sometimes wondered what his eyes looked like. Were they bright and happy? Smart and loving? Did Columbia even pay attention to them? Did she think they were dark and depressing, or mean and bitter?
Or what if he was insane, and eyes did not matter at all?

038. Abandoned
Frank had a new playmate. Or at least, he was going to. Rocky Horror would be done in a matter of days, and the second he was created, she was going to be yesterday's news. She was no longer important. Frank was tired of her.
What bothered the groupie above all else was that he had once told her she was special. He had told her that she matter to him. All those years, he had been lying right to her face. He did not care about her at all.
He had left her. She was no longer needed here.

039. Dreams
Columbia loved Frank. She loved him, and wanted him to love her back. She wanted to be with him forever and ever. And she was not afraid to let others know this. Everybody in the castle was aware of Columbia's rather deranged fantasies.
Magenta was sick of it. She was sick of hearing the groupie go on and on and on about her awful desires. Heck, she had even told Columbia multiple times that her hopes were not possible.
However, when Columbia had heard this, she had simply blinked at the domestic and muttered, "A groupie can dream, you know!"

040. Rated
Happily ever after? Too obvious. Love at first sight? Too easy. For now and forever until death do us part? Too common. No, Columbia wanted something exciting. Something new. She wanted something in her relationship that no one had ever thought of. She wanted Frank. Because, quite frankly (no pun intended), nobody ever dates someone like Frank.
She was different. Her life was different. Her love life was different. She was the only person in the entire world (if not the entire universe) to be dating a sweet transvestite from Transsexual, Transylvania.
Because, quite frankly, being normal was so overrated.