Flash Fiction: Something from nothing.

      Static flashed upon the screen, as the sound of gentle breathing faded into the scratchy electronic shriek. Nestling into the gently rising-and-falling chest beneath her head, the young girl squeezed her living pillow tightly in her sleep, just as a crocheted blanket slipped haphazardly from her shoulders. Shivering ever so slightly, she barely felt a pair of arms wrapping firmly, but gently around her, pulling her closer into the soft, warm body below. Stirring but briefly, the dreamer simply nuzzled deeper into her lover's chest, as a pair of lips sleepily pressed against her pillow.
      Just beyond the dusty window pane, the thick clouds of night rolled and flashed, thunderously bellowing for the coming storm. Soon, the gentle sound of rain filled the air, mingling with the static and the swoons of dreams, as smiles slid onto slumbering lips...

Flash Fiction: High Above the Clouds

      She glides along the dance floor, floating far above the myriad patterns of light with each sweeping movement. Flirtatious toes kissed the ground, playfully avoiding any deeper commitment to gravity, staying aloft on unseen music and a beaming smile. With each pounding beat, her untamed hands discovered new shapes drifting in the air, as her heart eagerly explored each new rhythm.
      Adrift on sweet melody, the sylph could only fly, bright eyes shining like stars in the flashing lights. Not even when toes kissed the shallowest of water would she stop, her body losing all inhibitions and soaring across the dance floor...
      ...right into his waiting, warm arms, and his familiar chuckle just waiting to tickle her ears.

Flash Fiction: While cleaning up the blog...

      He picks it up off the dusty ground, gives it a good brushing. Never found one as good as this he thinks, holding it up to the dim lantern light. His tired eyes trace etched lines across its surface, weaving in intricate patterns engraved into the steel.
      If only you weren't so damn rusty, he adds with a sigh, as he lowers it to his side. With a loud clang, the metal appendage is reconnected to his right shoulder, skeletal metal fingers clicking involuntarily.
      "Much better," comes a low grumble, as tired eyes return to the dusty ground below. "Maybe this time, you'll stay attached..."