Click, click, tap, click.

The snow falls gently upon the quiet meadow, blanketing everything in softest white. Glimmering lights dance among the flakes, two blueish orbs pirouetting in unison, to music only they can hear. The chill airs does nothing to dampen their spirits, instead it invigorates their antics. The falling snow enhances their performance. Faint figures can be seen within the balls of light, small humanoid models lithe and graceful. One possesses a beauty as mysterious as the wind. The other holds strength as solid as the earth. Their hands meet, their lips touch....

Tap, tap, tap. Click.

The woman laughs, as shrill as an eagle, as loud as a lion. She holds onto the rigging of the front aetheric sail as her ship The Skycutter cuts through the clouds. Her bright red hair blows in the wind, like wine flowing from the bottle. Her green eyes sparkle in the light, her smile reflects the sun. Her ship floats in the air, as if only obeying the winds and gravity out of respect and every fiber of her being sings on this glorious day. The wood of the ship creaks beneath her, as comforting as a lover. The air blowing through the sails is sweeter than any music in a language only a few understand. Drawing her sword she points ahead and cries out, "To the ends of the Earth and beyond!" and revels in the cheering of her crew.

Click, click, tap, tap.

He stood at the terminal, looking at the readings flowing across the screen. With a slight frown he inputs a few numbers, and nods approvingly at the new information. Hitting the execution command he feels the ship shudder around him, the metal shifting slightly as the engines change in pitch. He walks over to the port window and gaze out into the vast darkness of space. Lost in thought he smiles as he feels two hands drift around his chest from behind. He holds them in his, the cool synthetic flesh not bothering him and he can feel the metallic joints underneath. "Hello Andromeda." he says softly, feeling her embrace tightening slightly.

Click, tap. Click, tap.

Her fingers dance over the ivory keys ever so gracefully. Her hands flow from side to side with liquid movements. Every motion is exact, every gesture filled with just the right amount of energy necessary. Utter precision. No wasted movement. No unnecessary action. The music pours from the piano, unfettered, unstoppable. The rising notes reach impossible heights and the lower sounds rattle the soul. The brighter notes taste sweeter than honey the melancholy sounds are bitter than the deepest oceans. Tears fall from her eyes, glimmering pearls in the candle light.

Click, click, click, click.

His heart pounds in his chest, harder than his feet hitting the ground as he runs. Faster and faster, his breath comes in gasps. Flailing through the forest he feels the branches grabbing him, the roots trying to trip him, the twigs cutting his skin. Is that noise his blood roaring in his ears? No, no he can hear the howls. They echo in the night air filled with malice and dread. Looking behind he sees a form, chasing, drawing nearer. The fur shifts from darkest red to softest black, eyes shining like gold in the night. The lips curl revealing teeth and fangs that glow in the moon light. The feminine figure draws closer, the hunt is nearing its end...

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Their lips meet, thirstily for pleasure hungry for satisfaction. Tongues melding and fighting for dominance, seducing for control. His hand grips hers with burning strength. Her hand tangles into his hair with delicate steel. His lips run over her jaw beckoning her sweet whimpers. Her teeth on his neck produces a rumble from his throat. Sweat mingles, their skin glows, warmth exchanged and amplified. Eyes meet with radiant energy and at his thrust...

The door opens and she smiles as he stops typing to see who it is. "Sorry love!" she laughs bearing him a tray of steaming cocoa and a plate of warm cookies. "You've been hard at work all day. I figured you could use a treat."

He smiles and pushes his glasses up his nose. "Thank you Missy. That smells wonderful." He stretches his arms and stifles a yawn, turning his neck until a light crack is heard and he relaxes with a sigh. Sipping from the mug he gestures to a stack of papers. "Those are ready for you to edit."

Missy picks up the papers and starts to read the stories. She smiles and looks fondly at him. "You know, you're a great writer Gabe. I don't know where you get half your ideas. I'll go start editing these." As she leaves she catches the light reflecting the crystal bowl of water on the window sill. For a moment she feels like she could see movement in the water, a shimmering. When she looks again it's gone. Placidly smooth again. Shrugging she closes the door.

Gabriel looks at the closed door fondly. Turning he drops a few crumbs of his cookie into the bowl and pours a few drops of the cocoa in as well. The water shimmers and the bits of food and drink disappear. The water turns a golden color and a light wave somehow pulses across the surface.

"No thank you my friends." He whispers back, a smile on his lips. "Let's create more stories together shall we?" The water pulses again, liquid turning dark blue and two lithe figures start to dance within.

Hello everyone! Hope everyone is having a good day.

I got the idea of writing a bunch of little scenes that might be fun and a writer inspired by some magical friends that show him visions to put into words.

Want to play in one of the stories I started? Or be the beings in the bowl to show and delight? Or be the writer and make a brand new story? Feel free to message me!

Have a lovely day!