I wrote this a while back, and decided to share. It's based on a prompt, and while it probably won't turn into anything, I thought you guys might find it interesting.

PROMPT: Greyness fills my soul...

Greyness fills my soul. The streets shine with moonlight as I stumble, half asleep, through town. I can't focus; I have to get out of here.

If they ever find me, it's all over. The mission will have been for nothing. Then what? I won't see a penny, and everyone I care about will pay the price. The price for my mistake, something they had no control over.

Near-blackness blends into a smoky, early morning glow. Panic stills my bones until, frightened by the consequences of my delay, I sprint into the distance before the sun can rise.