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Wrote this short story for a competition but missed the submission deadline so I figured I'd post it here instead.

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When I was a kid I was fascinated by the idea of parallel universes and alternate timelines. Well I say when I was a kid. I still am I suppose. When I discovered that was an actual thing that comic books had stories and entire plot lines about… Well I wished I had the money for comic books.

Anyway. Alternate universes. I used to think about it all the time, the notion that for every choice you make somewhere else you made a different one and a brand new universe was born. Or maybe it was the same universe, it just branched off a bit like a tree. Or maybe you are the branch. I mean this universe. The one you are in. Not that you are actually a branch. Hah.

In one universe or timeline or whatever I walked down a staircase, in other I fell. In a third I jumped. In a fourth I flew. In one universe I went to the library and read a book that changed my life, in another I went to hang out with my friends instead, in a third I went home to veg on the sofa and watch TV. Somewhere I went to University, somewhere I travelled the world, somewhere I found a secret treasure. Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere. Not here. Never here.

Its not like my life is bad or anything! I’ve got a job that isn’t terrible. Some days it isn’t even bad! Most day I like it! (Please ignore what that says about me.) I’ve got friends who I spend time with on a regular basis. I’ve got hobbies that I really enjoy. I’m even on decent terms with most of my family, which is definitely more than I can say about some people I know. But I’m not a kid anymore. And I can’t stop thinking about it. If every action and every thought makes a different me, then what are those other me’s doing. Right now how are their lives. I had a dream. I gave up on that dream and chose to do something else. Somewhere out there is there a me that didn’t? In my universe I met a girl at school and we were inseparable. Then we grew up and grew apart. Somewhere there is a place we didn’t. Someone, somewhere, some me, has got it aaaall figured out. But not me. And I cant stop…

My next redraw.

Decided to give the SixFanarts thing a go in order to practice drawing and using Krita. I asked my brother for 6 characters to draw. After panicking and giving me Spock, he then apparently spent time thinking of characters that might be difficult to draw in order to irritate me.

I made this dragon for my friends (@motherofcrochetdragons) birthday and as she has now opened it I can now post these pictures!

For those who are interested, the tag around the dragons neck reads 'I lost the game' in reference to an ongoing war between the two of us.