what to write...

So many books rambling around in my brain...what do I want to write next?
There's Dark Intentions, about a guy who is stalking his unsuspecting next victim.
As she came around the cabin, she noticed the swing was swaying back and forth, as if someone had just gotten up. Which was silly, why would someone be on her porch? She was out in the middle of nowhere, after all.
Shaking her head, she reached for the screen. Tracy inserted the key and froze. She stared at the door a moment, before she backed away, letting the screen slam shut behind her. The same screen she’d ensured was locked when she left earlier that day. The very same one that was unlocked now.
Kate's Redemption:
Kate found herself standing beside a cracked and algae ridden fountain, on a narrow strip of grass that managed to survive the ravages of city life. An angel, forgotten by time, sat in the center. His outstretched hands seemed to be attempting to lift some weary spirit from its earthly binds, unfurled wings, one knee bent, eyes seeking his destination. Beneath his arms, almost as though she was just too weary to beg for passage, sat the thin frame of a woman, head slightly bowed, her half-lidded eyes seemed to be staring intently at something only she could see. Kate found herself wondering what it was that captured her attention in these final moments of her life.
The world around her took on a mysterious haze, as though all the color had been leached out. Shadows were thick, almost is if to have achieved substance, yet too weighted down to maintain their form. Turning around in circles, she noticed that every single thing around her took on a glowing aura. It was more like each object was in fact, a lamp, with a thin shade stretched taunt, that now sought to pour the light out, over the top and through the mesh. It was as if the world had become entangled between the darkest hour and dawn. The sky above held captive millions of twinkling stars while the morning rays of the rising sun brushed her broad strokes across the midnight sky. The combination resulted in a landscape that seemed to be in a battle for who would claim dominance over the world, night or day, light or dark, goodness or evil.
Fury Rises:
Survival was no longer an option. Only a slow death beneath the burning sun. The hard-packed desert floor would refuse to give up even a single grain of sand to hide his corpse from the scavengers that would soon feast upon his rotting flesh. He would die alone, never to see his wife and child again.
Without him to care for them, what chance did his family have? Every Orc was expected to be fierce; to be strong enough to fight their enemies, resilient enough to survive, no matter the odds. His wife, Matuka, was strong, he was certain that she would do everything in her power to protect their young daughter. He also knew, that even one so strong would not be able to hold up against the Orc warriors that would challenge her. They would take his home, everything in it, leaving nothing to show that he once lived. His name would be cast into the winds, never to be uttered again.
Say...how about a comment (or two) and tell me what you would like to see?