Random Paragraphs I Wrote When No One Was Online

[I don't usually write things for fun, but today I was really bored and wanted to get a feel for a story I might write. Comments welcome, although I know my writing isn't exactly nobel prize work. Note: The two paragraphs are in no way in a consequent order, so its best to imagine them as seperate pieces of writing]


I sat across from Him on the brown couch, thinking about what I had just heard. If it was true, my abilities would defy not only logic but physics. He sat rigidly over there, apparently deep in thought, much like myself. He was staring into the corner, though, not looking around the room, as I was. Skeptical, I closed my eyes, held my hand in front of me and imagine the first thing that came into my mind. Fire. I thought of its heat warming my palm, I thought of the bright light that I might see if I were to look upon a ball of fire like I could see in my mind’s eye. I moved my fingers slightly, visualizing my fire ball revolving with them. The heat was almost tactile upon my bare skin, and I thought it was pretty amazing I could trick myself that way. It wasn’t until I heard Him speak under his breath, a tone of awe and amazement alighting across his lips.
“Holy crap. You cannot be doing that.” I opened my eyes slowly, feeling heaviness like that of having just awoken from a deep sleep. Once my vision cleared I was aware of the glowing ball of fire just above my outstretched hand. A strangled scream escaped from my throat as I realized the burning sensation that was now painfully clear. I jerked my hand away from the flames licking at my fingers and the entire mass of flame disappeared in a puff of smoke. My eyes caught His and we both spent a minute alternately blinking and stuttering, trying to verbalize our disbelief. I eventually stood and walked out of the room, wiping soot from my palm.

Laying in the water I felt so relaxed, the waves rolling over my entire body. When I submerged my head the ocean played with my hair, wrapping it around myself like a blanket. Its ebony surface sparkled beneath the surface. I wove my fingers through the sand, feeling every grain pass over my nails, not a single one getting caught beneath them. I knew that later my hair and skin would be caked with salty residue, but for the moment the water felt smooth and soft as satin. Without looking I knew He was beside me, just beyond reach, floating in tandem with me. I gazed upon the sky, blue as a robin’s egg above me, and I turned my head to observe His perfect form, eyes shut lightly, as though in a dream, grass-green water playing across his tanned body. I shut my eyes as well, and sank beneath the air, feeling my back upon the sun-warmed sand. Even with the world I was familiar with only a few inches above me, I felt as though I was at the bottom of a giant crevasse, miles of dark blue water above me, fish swimming all around, although unseen by my closed eyes. The pressure built around my body pressing my arms to the sand so I couldn’t move them, my legs trapped beneath the water. My lungs were imploding, calling for the air to which they were so accustomed. I wanted to scream in agony, in the hopes that someone would be able to free me from my prison, whether it was not even a foot or several thousand below the waves. Unable to move, I forced myself to open my eyes, no longer simply closed in a relaxed state. I could see blue, but it was the blue of His eyes, staring into mine through the water. The salt burned my eyes, but I couldn’t tear myself away from His gaze. He grasped my hand, prying it away from the sand and forced me to reach into the air, above the surface. As soon as I broke away from staring into his eyes, to glancing to my hand, which was now in the air above, the spell was broken and I exploded out of the ocean into the air, sitting up and gasping for breath. I ran my hand over the sand, still just under me. I looked to Him, and he had not moved, he was still laying in the waves, eyes closed to the world below and above the surface.