Telekinesis - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The first time I raised something with my eyes I didn't even know it was me, I was a snot-nosed seven year old and it scared the hell out of me. I was real angry with my brother for having a new toy, some action figure his friend gave him. It just flew right out of his hand and threw the window. I thought it was a ghost! Until I was fourteen I just broke a lot of stuff, I knew it was me by then but it was like trying to control the character of a video game with boxing mitts on. I got my pocket money cancelled more times than I can count, I was so flat broke. Now I hardly ever use it, but it's still pretty great. It's like having a superpower up my sleeve, or rather it's in my eyeballs, or maybe that's just where it manifests. I suppose truly it must be in my DNA. I watch my family to see if they are hiding a telekinetic power like mine or something else entirely, but they're just so boring. Or maybe they're as good at hiding it as I am.
Eyes and object glow, finger-tips glow, dull headache, tingling fingers, beam of light from eyes to object, invisible tentacle wraps around object, silent, high pitched whine, buzzing noise from object as it vibrates before moving, infinitely long invisible arm stretches out and grabs the object, whips of blue light extends from the fingertips.
"I should get going, don't want to be late again."
My wife smiled up at me and nodded tiredly as I stood up from the living room couch.
"Have a good day love, be safe."
I cast her a smile as I make my way to the door, then pause as I pat down my pockets. I sigh when I realize they're empty.
"Not again. Left the keys upstairs."
Lyria shook her head as she leaned back in the old rocking chair, her pale blue eyes shining a little in humor.
"Don't you always?"
I smile a little and shake my head.
"I hope there where I left th-"
My sentence is cut short when something wizzes across the living room in a head-spinning blur and stops a foot in front of my face, floating in mid-air and surrounded by a purple glow.
"Hey Dean, you left your keys upstairs!"
A preppy voice announces from the staircase. Lyria sighs and rubs the bridge of her nose.
"Jae, what did we say about using telekinesis in the house?"
I glance at the staircase to see Jae, fresh out of bed and still in her pajamas. The iris of her eyes glowing a vibrant purple.
"To not too?"
She answers warily. My wife looks back up at me with an extremely tired expression on her face. I smile back, then grab the keys out of the air.
"Thank you, Jae."
I address her. She smiles a little back at me.
"Try to stay out of trouble today."
I advise her in a mock-serious voice. She smiles a bit wider and shrugs.
"I'll do my best."
I shake my head as I open the front door and slip out of the house. She was definitely going to get herself into trouble. She always does.