I'm just this guy, you know?
To expand on that, I am also the following...
- A former ficly member who is 38 years old and is schizoaffective (depressive type)
- Into creating languages and fantasy worlds from scratch
- A listener of audiobooks & good tunes
- Always too hard on myself
There's a dog outside.
I didn't used to think much of him. Just thought he was a fluffy companion.
That didn't turn out to be entirely true though.
He also had... well, powers.
He had the face of a very learned Buddhist monk, I always used to joke to my friends just because his eyes seemed to deep and knowledgeable.
Then I discovered something totally surprising in him.
,He could grant, I guess you could call them wishes?
That's when I knew he was another soul altogether.
He was something greater than "just a dog" if a dog can even ever truly be "just a dog" to begin with.
He looked at me knowingly through the kitchen window as I did the dishes I had dirtied earlier.
Like HE knew that I knew.
I never tried to abuse his powers. Just see its limits. How far reaching his other worldly powers were.
I found that they only applied to things that would try to make the universe a better place. Things like "free ice cream for children" and "food for the guy on the corner with the sign."
He was a good dog.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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Interesting take on the whole "man's best friend" idea. Also, I'm sure the MC would have to be cautious of the "be careful what you wish for" fallacy.