As promised!

I said I was going to write a little story or something based on what I rolled from my new Writing Dice. Well, here is what I came up with. It’s rather strange, but I thought it was rather funny and a good exercise as well.

Listen, I don’t have time for this. I mean, I guess I literally do, but patience isn’t in my nature. You think I would have learned it by now, but some things just don’t change. It doesn’t help when people find out my secret—that I can shift into owl form. They assume I must be wise as an owl. As if owls are particularly wise. Who came up with that idea anyway? It must be the round staring eyes and the judgmental looks—people assume they know more than they do. Owls are still birds, after all. Me, on the other hand, when I’m in owl form I have my mind still. Sometimes I do get distracted by scurrying mice and rabbits, but I am myself, just in a different form.

I would also like to point out that being an owl in a big city is not as easy as it might seem. I mean, there are parks, but there is also so much concrete and steel and concrete and heartbreak. Why live in the city? Well, it’s where the people are. Especially the one I like to keep my eyes on, whether in human or owl form. Let’s be real—it’s easier to follow someone as an owl, even in the middle of a city, than as a man, even a good-looking one like me.

I follow her every day. Sometimes I sit outside her office building and watch her work. I know, it sounds like I’m a stalker, like that creepy vampire guy in that book so many people loved. Gross. I’m not a vampire, although I wish I were when I see her meet up with that guy she’s been seeing. She gets all flushed and extra cute, and he holds the door open for her and such. Yeah, okay, bro. I’m still going to be victorious in the end. I always win!

Why do I follow one specific woman, eh? Well, she helped me one time and I fell for the kindness in her eyes. She doesn’t know I can turn into an owl yet. In fact, she hasn’t seen me again since that one time. I don’t know why I hide from her, actually. I’ve never followed anyone for this length of time without making myself known. I’m going to do things differently this time. I don’t want to scare her off. It’s no fun being alone all the time, so I have to play my cards right.

Right now I want to shift into owl form and fly down and peck out the eyes of that other man who thinks he can touch my woman. Idiot! If only he knew what he was up against, he would find someone else.

But like I said, I don’t have time for this. I think I’ve found the way in—the way to make her really, really notice me this time. I won’t be alone for much longer. I just have to go get that rat in the alley across the street and then I’ll be ready to set my plans in motion.

Here is what I rolled with my dice:

Character Dimensions: Man, optimistic, impatient, shape-shifter

POV: Antagonist

Time: Present Day

Place: Urban

Theme: Loneliness

I hope you enjoyed my little story. What would you have written based on those options?