Crystal Dennis

@crystaldwrites.bsky.social

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I'm a blind fantasy romance writer who loves Jesus Christ,reading, clean romance, singing, and my 2 mainecoon kittens.

An image styled like a parchment page with text and an illustration. Text reads: Did Eve know how beautiful she was when she sang? So vibrantly full of life as she soared to worlds only she commanded. Watching her sing made Adam wonder. If he gave her his heart, would she let him sing along? Illustration: In a cozy, stone-arched tavern, a dark-haired woman (Eve) plays a harp to an applauding crowd. In the foreground, a man in leather armor (Adam) leans against a pillar, gazing back at her thoughtfully.
Story text: "Eve couldn’t decide which was better, sawing away at her fiddle, or plucking frantically at her harp. With her harp, she could sing along, weaving yarns of her own design that the patrons stomped along to with glee. But the fiddle was slow, precise, delicate. When she played the fiddle, everyone watched. Everyone listened. One day. One very, very far away day, perhaps Eve wouldn’t have to choose. She could hire a fiddler, play her harp, and sing in time with the soaring strings just like she’d always dreamed." Below the text, a digital illustration on aged parchment depicts a young woman with long, curly brown hair singing and playing a wooden lap harp inside a stone tavern. A fiddle rests on a wooden table beside her. A cheerful crowd of patrons sits at tables beneath stone arches, smiling and clapping along to her performance.
Story text: Lightning crackled between Selece’s hands before she tossed it like a ball at the feral, charging stag. It was beyond any help now; no longer sane, no longer gentle. Selece knew that, and yet… If that were true, why did its eyes flicker with resignation when her magic hit its mark, and sent the creature careening to the ground? Image description: A vertical graphic showing a sad-looking woman with long white hair and blue-violet eyes, wearing a dark blue velvet dress. Vibrant blue lightning arcs between her hands. Below her rests a magical golden-brown stag with mossy fur and antlers covered in leaves, blue flowers, and mushrooms. To the right is the story text on parchment.
A vertical social media graphic with an elegant, fairy-tale aesthetic. The image features a decorative border of golden honeycombs, purple lavender sprigs, and wheat stalks framing a cozy, softly blurred village street at sunset. In the center, a rustic basket of honey-lavender tarts emits magical purple and gold scent swirls containing a small silhouette of a horse and rider. The full story text flows continuously on the graphic, reading: The Priestess hummed as her horse clomped down the cobblestone streets, waving to anyone who walked on by. Aura loved visiting new towns with new possibilities, and new adventures calling her name. What adventures would this village hold? And more importantly, how could she help them before she moved on to the next village, and the next, and the next? Such philosophical questions could wait for another day. Right now, Aura's chief concern was finding the bakery that let the delicious smell of honey and lavender tarts waft so freely on the breeze.
A close-up, top-down shot of a Maine Coon cat named Faith sleeping peacefully across a person's lap. The cat has thick grey and brown fur with distinct dark stripes on her legs and body. She is stretched out diagonally, with her head tucked cozily in the bottom-left and one fluffy front paw extended across the center of the lap. The entire background consists of a dark black fabric covered in a dense floral pattern with soft pink, blue, and lavender accents.
Alt Text:Text screenshot and photo on a black background. The text reads: “'Oh no you don't' The kitten yowled when Maeve caught him mid-leap. 'You aren't getting away that easily, no matter how much I adore your Mother.' The mori neko gave a little squeak, then a purr, then a lick. When none of that budged Maeve's iron resolve, he twisted his body into knots long enough to tire himself out.” Below, a pale hand holds a fluffy, forest-green kitten mid-air. The startled kitten has large gray-green eyes, splayed paws with pink pads and tiny claws, and crumbs around its mouth. **
A vertical image of a tattered piece of parchment paper. Centered text reads: "The bottle clinks against the shore again, and again, and again. Riding waves with steadfast purpose. Finally a hand grasps it. Reading the message inside. A pair of eyes focus on the sea. Catching a hand and a fin. Dive into the crashing sea. Hoping to get there in time." Below the text, a vignette shows a corked glass bottle floating in a stormy sea under a spotlight.
A Shadow weaves across my steps. Looping its image with mine. An eery glow seeps under toe, It seeks to intertwine. Jump away but it pursues. Doggedly deceiving. Duck away but eyes go wide. As it scratches and scrapes, fights hard  to escape.  Steal my beloved place with the living. 
I strum my fiddle on a street corner, trying to earn some coin. Commoners, nobles, animals pass, ignoring my merry lilting  song. A stray dog stops, looking up.  I'm afraid he will  take a  bite. My fiddle glows, my magic flows. A feral dog dances as he comes to life.
A tall, vertical chalkboard menu stands on a wooden café counter beneath a single glowing Edison bulb. In the background, there is a rustic brick wall. On the counter sits a vintage tan cash register, small potted plants, and glass "Dragon Tips" jars. The chalkboard is titled "TODAY'S DRAGON'S BANE CAFE ORDERS!" and features the following text: Garreth: A fancy chai tea that he sourced from his own stash of herbs and spices lol. 🌿✨ Maeve: an organic energy drink filled with enough fruits and veggies for it to cost a fortune because she really needs that perfect drink to start her day. 🥤💸🥬 Elrick: The best coffee. The fanciest coffee. It's imported from Columbia and better than any coffee you could ever imagine bwahaha. ☕🇨🇴🔥 Gustav: He pretends he's drinking coffee but it's actually beer in a coffee mug. 🍺🤫🤫 Tadgh: This is a tough one. I'm torn between a really smooth English Breakfast Tea, or a premium black coffee. Maybe he switches up depending on his mood. 🫖 / ☕🤔
Legend told of treasure turning fins into legs.  Granting mermaids new life on land. Everyone shuddered at losing their scales. Except for the mermaid who never belonged. Determination fueled her tender heart as she searched the ocean floor. One day she'd find that treasure to reunite with her human love. 
We were useful, promising once.  The wave of the future. Before I flickered, sputtered.  Fell out of sync. Something else catches their eye now.  They look at it like they looked at me. I sit here forgotten and wonder… How long will it take for another to join the pile?
An anime-style illustration in a soft, Ghibli-inspired aesthetic. A young woman with brown hair sits at a cluttered wooden desk, intensely writing on parchment with a fountain pen. The floor around her is buried in a sea of crumpled paper and discarded drafts, highlighting a long, focused creative process. Warm sunlight streams in from a balcony, illuminating the cozy, lived-in study.
Digital art shows a man sitting on a sandy beach at sunset, gazing out at a mermaid in the ocean. The scene is illuminated by a large, brilliant golden sun on the horizon. On the left side of the image, some micro fiction: The Sun Gazer Weary footsteps crossed through golden dunes of sand. Clinging to his feet as he wonders where he'll land. Plopping on the ocean shore.  Uncaring of his sand-caked soles. A sunset streams across the sky, as brilliant as any rainbow. The traveller gapes as it illuminates a mermaid in its glow.
A poem titled "A Dragon’s Determination" on a deep blue ocean-themed background. Text: Dragon scales sparkle in the sea. As he swims to a mermaid grotto. His dearest friend waves worriedly. Whispering he shouldn't have come. The dragon shakes his massive head. Boldly announcing she shouldn't fear. The mermaid dims as she swishes her fin. Pleading, praying the monster he faces won't win.
Dragon Fright: The bird flapped its wings, hoping the dragon would follow suit. The dragon watched.  Mirroring the bird, but too  afraid to leave the safe, stable ground. When his feathered friend left his sight, the trembling  dragon knew. If he didn't want to lose his friend, his fears could not renew.
On the right of the image, a cinematic illustration of a mermaid with long, flowing red hair sitting atop a mossy boulder in the ocean. She has a shimmering purple and blue tail and is looking toward a golden sunset on the horizon. The sky is filled with soft orange and purple clouds, and the sunlight reflects brightly off the water's surface. On the left, the full story of The Sun Chaser: The rays of the sun tickled the mermaid's scales as she chased it across the ocean floor. 'Swim faster, faster! As swift as your tail can go!' In the afternoon, she tired, but determination lit her way. The mermaid rested on a boulder above, her spirits lowering with the sun. Until she saw the sunset. Then, the day's journey proved worthwhile.
The Leap of Faith  A cinematic fantasy scene on a high, jagged mountain ridge at dawn. On the right, a massive, ancient-looking dragon with charcoal-colored scales and golden eyes perches on a cracked stone ledge. The dragon’s body is tense, its sharp claws gripping the rock tightly as if hesitant to let go. One of its tattered, leathery wings is partially spread against the sky. To the left, a small, vibrant blue and yellow songbird flies boldly away from the cliff, soaring into the open air. The background features a vast, golden sunrise over a deep, misty valley with purple mountain peaks in the distance. The lighting creates a sharp contrast between the heavy, grounded dragon and the light, free-flying bird
This whimsical digital illustration features two adorable tabby Maine Coon cats voyaging through a stylized deep-space void. The felines are nestled within a glowing white, plush rocket ship bed, which is propelled by vibrant orange and red exhaust flames at the base. One cat looks forward with curious green eyes, while the other playfully raises a paw toward the stars. ​The background is a dreamy celestial landscape rendered in shades of navy and indigo. A brilliant white crescent moon hangs to the left, balanced by a large, ringed planet resembling Saturn on the right. Smaller planets, glowing nebulae, and twinkling white stars are scattered throughout the composition, creating a soft, storybook aesthetic.
Maeve stands in the middle of a dimly lit corridor, her ruby hair frazzled, and a defiant look on her face. She holds a dagger, point down at the side of her burgandy gown, the skirt torn, and in tatters, like she escaped a tussle. A shadow looms over her with glowing, blue eyes, it's muscular arms reaching out behind her to attack.
A cinematic fantasy illustration of an intimate dance in a warm, rustic hall. Selece, a pale-skinned Elemental Mage with long, straight silvery-white hair, rests her head tiredly and contentedly against the chest of her husband, Orion. She wears a regal dark purple gown, and a ribbon of glowing golden magic swirls around her like a soft light. ​Orion, with raven-black hair reaching the middle of his shoulder blades and striking ocean-blue eyes, looks down at her with deep affection, his arms wrapped around her in a protective embrace. He wears dark, battle-worn armor and a midnight-blue cloak that dissolves at the hem into living, ink-black shadows curling across the floor. ​In the blurred background, a lone musician plays the violin under strings of white paper flowers and amber lanterns. The floor is scattered with pink petals, creating a scene of peaceful, hard-earned romance.
Maeve and Garreth, sitting on a mossy rock by a lake. Maeve, a woman with long red hair in a deep green embroidered gown, leans her head affectionately on the shoulder of Garreth, a man in brown leather traveler’s armor. Behind them is a surreal 'dreamscape' featuring a waterfall with vibrant rainbow-colored streams in shades of teal, pink, and white. In the distance, a massive, glowing golden crystal sits atop a rock formation, bathing the forest in a warm, ethereal light."
An anime-style illustration of two striped tabby cats, Cordy and Faith, snuggled tightly together in a round, plush white cat bed. They are curled into a single cozy circle, their bodies blending together in a deep sleep with small "Zzz" symbols floating above them. The soft, fluffy bed is bathed in warm sunlight. In the background, two potted plants sit on a windowsill overlooking a bright, out-of-focus city skyline under a clear blue sky.
A high-contrast photo of two large Maine Coon cats, Cordie and Faith, nestled in a plush, cream-colored bed against a solid white background. They are curled into a tight, seamless circle, illustrating their close bond. One cat has its head tucked affectionately under the other’s chin, with its nose buried deep into its sibling's thick, tabby-striped fur. Their bodies overlap so closely that their brown and charcoal coat patterns blend together, creating a cozy 'snuggle puddle'. The bright, natural light emphasizes the soft, wave-like texture of the bed and the dense, tufted quality of their Maine Coon fur.
The walls closing in was her mind playing tricks on her. The air getting zapped out of her lungs was a sensory illusion. Estelle knew all of that after studying books on Phobias to make sense of them. And still, enclosed spaces never ceased to terrify her. Dizziness clouded Estelle's vision as she pressed further down the tunnel. When it got to the point where her breathing grew ragged, and she stumbled at every step, she forced herself to lean against the wall to regain her bearings.
A digital fantasy illustration of two adventurers in a misty forest. On the left, a stern warrior in dark, buckled leather brigandine armor leans on a heavy broadsword. Draped over his shoulders is a magical cat with vibrant green fur that transitions into overlapping, serrated leaves, giving it a thick, plant-like mane. To the right, a young woman with long red hair and green eyes stands holding a recurve bow. She wears a high-collared forest-green dress with puffed shoulders, cinched at the waist by a wide leather belt and a small satchel. Beneath her green overskirt, a heavier brown travel skirt is visible. Between the two characters, an empty, ornate light-blue gown lies flat on the mossy ground as if its wearer simply evaporated. The scene is set in an enchanted grove featuring glowing blue crystal clusters and soft, ethereal light filtering through a dense canopy of trees.
a young woman with long, vibrant red hair and freckles is seated on a mossy log deep within a mystical forest. She is locked in a warm, protective embrace with a large, emerald-green forest cat. The woman leans her cheek against the cat's head with a serene expression, while her arms are wrapped firmly around its body, pulling the creature close to her chest. The forest cat, featuring leaf-like fur and a long, bushy tail, nestles into her lap with a contented, closed-eye smile. Her attire is a deep forest-green gown made of heavy, textured fabric. The dress features: * Puffed short sleeves gathered at the shoulder. * Brown leather bracers strapped over her forearms with small metallic buckles, suggesting a life of travel or adventure. * A long, flowing skirt that drapes elegantly over the fallen log and across the forest floor. The scene is set in an ethereal woodland filled with towering trees, scattered glowing blue crystals, and soft, dappled sunlight filtering through the dense canopy.
The phoenix shook old soot off its wings. The smell of mold and rust along with it. That filth was from a time long past, and now that it had risen again, it wasn't willing to dwell on such dour memories. This was its time. Time to live, time to grow. An era without guilt or pain. An era without rule or blame. The phoenix wasn't beholden to anyone anymore. And now that it was finally free, it wasn't going to waste another moment. Its bones creaked as it flapped its wings. Muscle memory taking over where its mind was still dull. One flap, then two. Rising from the ground, it slowly took flight. Relishing not only the freedom in the sky, but the freedom of rebirth.
“I think dinner is about ready,” Arienne got to one knee, attempting to stand. “I don't know about you but I like to beat the crowd. Wanna join me?” “Actually, I do,” she stood up in one fluid motion, dusting off her skirts before offering Arienne a hand. “but I wouldn't worry about not having enough food. If we both walk over there together I have a feeling the crowd will part like we're royalty.” She barked a laugh, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder. “You're probably right! Come on then. I can't wait to see the look on Ronin's face when we charge through the masses.” Arienne strode forward, motioning for Selece to join her. Hesitantly she trailed behind her until she forced herself to feel confident enough to walk alongside the Fire Mage. Just like Selece said, the soldiers practically threw themselves out of their way. It wasn't lady like to laugh as hard as she wanted to, but Arienne had no such qualms. As they made their way through the camp her laughter rang out like a bell. Making Selece think that maybe this Fire Mage wasn't so bad after all.
It was hard, but Eve wouldn’t have changed a thing. If not for playing on the streets, she would have never learned to project her voice as loudly as she could. She would have never learned how to play her harp with a missing string. And most importantly, she would have never met her current employer. A man who’d passed by her enough times to hear her, and wanted to hire her on at the tavern.
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