By the way, you can request certain genres or something.

Prompt Base #4 (Third Person)

He couldn't believe it. All that time they'd spent together, all the teachings {Name A} taught him, they meant nothing. {Name A} was leaving. He had been a second father to {protagonist}, and yet as he calmly departed from him, there seemed not a trace of remorse in him. {Protagonist} wanted to scream at him, to slap some sense into his teacher, but he was frozen—stunned. How could so much time have meant so little to his teacher?

(First Person)

I can't believe. All that time we'd spent together, all the lessons he'd given me, the meant nothing. He was leaving. He had been a second father to me, and yet as he departed from me without a sound, there seemed not a trace of remorse in him. I wanted to scream, to slap some sense into me, but I couldn't move—I was frozen. How could so much time mean so little to my teacher?

Prompt Base #5

It wasn't fair. Then again, life never was. She didn't kill him; she had expressed this time and again. Still, no one believed her. They called her witch, adulterer, murderer, and profane names. Would they ever understand that she was innocent? It wasn't her fault, but no one would believe her. They thought she was a cruel heartless woman that was trying to cover up an affair on her fiancée. Not only was it hard enough now that her beloved was dead, but to be convicted of his murder was far worse. She didn't kill him, but she knew who did. There was only one way to prove her innocence, she realized.