Shady Friday, #9

Hello Bookworms!
Almost half of my blog posts are Shady Fridays, that's different. Anyway, (I use that word way too often, I need to come up with a new one) Today I am sharing several different openings for short stories, and I would like your help deciding which one to work on first.
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1. Dark.
Old town on the west coast. Dark corner. Clouds rolling in. Tsunami in ten minutes. The sensible people have all fled for the hills by now, and no one is left to care for the town. All the makings of the perfect murder. Whose murder? Mine.
2. Romance.
Spirits high with romance Elane glided through the field of flowers. Dreaming with her head full of flowers, she fantasized about her dashing prince charming. He would be tall, dark haired, intelligent; and would do anything for her. This apparition faded from her mind as she tripped on a rock and fell tumbling down a small cliff and into the ravine. Drenched from head to foot she found herself staring up at one of the most obnoxious teenage boys in her school, and he was quite put out to see her.
3.Comedy.
 Some people say that a villain will always be a villain. Seriously people? It's like you're challenging me.  Those heroes won't protect you for long. Anyway, people misunderstand villains. We're not 'evil' per say, we're just morally challenged. The choices we make are for the betterment of the entire society. People just need to see that.
4. Tragedy.
The melody of spring rings through the air. Bark and moss wander past in an endless trail of peace and tranquility. A warm breeze brushes past, and the scent of flowers is thick on the spring air. What tears have been shed upon this trail? What memories lost in the endless wood? A gentle reverie of remorse carries with it a chance at new life, and the will to reclaim what is lost.
5. Action.
A sword slammed down into a desk. Dark blue eyes glared at a young teenage boy.
"The blade of Thagnar, as promised. Now pay your end!"
The young boy smiled. "Well well captain, nicely done. But do you mind not denting my desk in the process? It's an antique"
Alex, the captain of the royal navy frowned. Since when had this young prince developed such a cruel sense of humor; if this continued much longer he might very well have to resign from duty; but what would his family do then?
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Thank you for continuing to read these posts! If you haven't already, please comment, and follow! Also, which of these ideas would you like me to continue? Also, do you have any suggestions for other short stories? Thank you again!
Habent sua fata libelli.