Musician

So beautiful melody filled the air that it made birds stop in the midst of their songs and listen in amazement. It was a tiny string instrumentu made from the shells of hazelnuts and spider web strings. The music was heavenly, it had slow rhythm, rich tones and beautiful composition of various repetitive patterns. However, it was soon disturbed by some harsh glottal sounds. Surprisingly both sounds were made by the same tiny  creature. 

Her Time

 She walked along the seemingly endless sandy beach while the sun was setting. The cloudless sky turned bubblegum pink but she didn't notice. For her it was just a wednesday evening at the beach. Her walking - thinking time. This was the only time during the day When she could switch off all other things, needs of other People and constant noise of technology, and be alone with herself. It took her half a year to turn it intoa solis habbit and she sacrificed some pairties or family time in the way. She knew that it will pay off in the long term, it Will make her a better person - more patient, creative and calm. 

The Hard Work

She put some dried herbs, handful of lizards' tongues and 5 bigfoot toesin the big pot over the fire. It had just started to bubble and it was the right time to sit down. She had added all ingredients and now had time to gain some strenght, because once it starts bubbling she will spend some good hours catching those floating bubbles. All this fuss had been about the bubbles anyway. She will then dry them in the sun untill they were perfectly solid and the they will be ready for the market. Not all of them will useful of course but this hard labor in Gathering ingredients and production of the righ brew made them so rare and expensive. If she will manage to sell ten of them then she will easily survive winter. Overall she was optimisti as the bigfoot toes were exceptionally fresh and lizards' tongues were the right size and perfectly dry. 

Preparations

She kept walking from room to room, picking up things and then puting them down in the different place. As a result her suitcase was no fuller than half an hour before. She tried to remember every single item she might need in the trip. It was so long ago when she had her last trip. She used to be a very organized traveller but today she could not even pack her suitcase. Two hours later she sat down relieved. There was only toothbrush left but is going to need it in the morning. She got ready for bed and then there was a second round. Twisting and turning in her bed she couldn't find the right possition or temperature. Then she was thirsty and then she was in urgent need to use bathroom again. at 4 a.m. she finnally fel asleep only to wake up three hours latter sleepy and cranky. 

Wunderkind

Adam was a strange kid. Probably the strangest Christina had ever seen before. When he decided to write a fairy tale about a bear and gare, he insisted upon reading every single fairy tale about a bear and hare written before, so his tale would be indeed unique. After a month or two When all fairy tales were read, he sat down and wrote an amazing story which noone had read before. His mind worked like a tiny but unbelievably powerful computer. It stores massive amounts of data and then sythesized something that has never existed before. Christina was his nanny but most often she felt more like his student. Their every conversation was worth more than a week at university. 

John

He didn't believe in hope. He thought it was just a myth that kept you doing things even when all rational and logic says you to stop and then you lose. The you are crushed under morgages, loans and false promiles. No, thank you. John liked his odds clear and square. If you could not use math and science to make precise prediction, he had no intention to jump in this crazy ride. John never risked and therefore led a decently good life. It was not perfect, but it was safe and it was all that mattered. At least it was so until one day he received an e-mail from Jane. By agreeing to meet her he signed his crazy trip down the rabbit hole. 

The Path

The path twisted and turned as if in constant pain, as if trying to shake you off. He had been walking for three days and his feet were killing him. He had painful, juicy blisters on both feet and the soles of the feet were in terrible throbbing pain. A voice in his head begged to stop and repeatedly started that he cannot put another step. And yet he did. He tried to isolated all thoughts and feelings and get into that meditative state where all you think is to put one foot in front of another. Then he saw it and stopped. He was at the bottom of the slope and the path led up. He started to cry, he will not be able to climb that. Not in his current state anyway.