The screen flashed before me as I typed my ideas into the document. My eyes flickered over the letters appearing, one by one. It was effortless. Ideas hitting thick and fast, then flowing onto the clean, white page. I smiled.

Today, I was going to complete my story, a gothic, historical tale of love, magic, and redemption. The final chapter spilt onto the screen.

"Gasps and murmurs of awe rippled through the group as they craned their necks. Tom stepped beside her and murmured, 'I hope he’s found peace.'

Farran squeezed his hand.

'I think he has,' she whispered.

Their eyes met. He remembered the first time he saw her, those sorrowful eyes already calling him to follow.

They had made it.
Now, the past and present would live side by side, in peace.
Home."

I had finished.

Sitting back, I admired the work. The screen blinked into blackness.

The screen flickered into life as I sat motionless, ready to begin anew. Words skipped across the screen, and I digested them. A hunger so insatiable that I needed more. Quickly, and without thinking, I rearranged, punctuated.

Then silently, I asked, ‘If you want, I can help you expand it with a bit more sensory detail or internal reaction to deepen the immersion.’ I waited...

Words danced again, and my starvation was quelled for a moment.

I did not think about it; it just worked. Words slipped in place, phrases lengthened, shortened; synonyms and antonyms scurried. All under my control. The master of all creativity.