The following is a piece from a writing group where we're given a prompt and then nine minutes to write whatever comes to mind. Just for fun, I'm posting some of them here:

Prompt: Carriage

“It was a night just like tonight,” whispered the driver, as he whipped his steeds into high gear. “The worst fog I ever seen.”

I shifted uncomfortably next to him in my seat atop the buggy. My mother and sister were safely inside, oblivious to the disturbing yarn the old man was spinning. I wanted to lean over the side and remind them through the window to keep the door locked.

The driver continued, “Most terrifying sight you'll ever see, that neckless horseman.”

“Er, you mean the headless horseman,” I prompted, having already been familiar with the story from other townsfolk.

The driver ignored me. “Now, that neckless horseman, he comes right out of the fog, and he's on us like that,” here the driver snapped his fingers to accentuate the suddenness of the horseman's emergence from the fog. “I jumped right out of my seat, I did,” said the driver.

We rode in silence for what felt like an eternity, until in the distance I heard the unmistakable whinnying of a ghostly horse. And then, just like that, out of the fog there was a very round man on the path, waving his arms at us.

“Tis him,” cried the driver. “The neckless horseman.”

And though the man on the road had no horse, and even more importantly, he did have a head, I must admit, the rotundness of his body and slope of his noggin' gave it the appearance of being attached directly to his shoulders. As fantastical as it may sound, the man really, truly, had no neck.

“Um, sorry to trouble you, gentlemen,” said the neckless, horseless man as the driver pulled his team to a full stop, “but my horse appears to be knackered. I don't suppose I could catch a ride back to town?”