All Scenarios


If all the scenarios that ever ran through an imaginative head actually happened, there would be people who died one hundred times over, and then one hundred times again.

There would be those who could not die.

There would be explosions on the freeway daily. No vehicle would be safe from the bullets, bombs, smokescreens, and lasers. Skyscrapers would rise up in seconds and slow-motion fall. Rockets would fly off to faraway places to never return. Portals would open up passage to every point in the known and the yet-unknown universe. Soap opera affairs would curse every human relation. Time would frequently stop, reverse, fly forward, then stop again. Underground caverns would be mapped and reveal their treasures. Treehouses would be war rooms. A trampoline would shoot a person into outer space and have the ability to catch anyone from great heights so they wouldn’t get hurt. Varieties of aliens would visit the planet in hordes; some would be peaceful, others violent.

Wings would sprout out of the shoulders, backs, and feet of humans. Magic spells might really work. Magic items would pass through the hands of many: cloaks of invisibility, rings of death, amulets of strength. Dragons might show their might. Dragon eggs would be traded like currency. Orcs would overrun cities and towns only to be cut down by armies of men.

Unicorns would remain elusive.

Mushrooms would grant powers to those who dared eat them. Stuffed animals would come to life, speak wisdom to any who may hear. Cats, ravens, and rabbits would carry on conversations with everyone.

Walls would become philosophical constructs. Doors would become debatable, moot. Gravity could be manipulated with the flip of a switch. Suns and moons would become symbols of power—and would power massive machines. Machines would be grandiose and miniscule all at once.

Musicians would be grand wizards. Painters would hold the keys to other worlds. Writers would be able to knit over the fabric of reality. Sculptors could raise the hammer like Thor swings Mjolnir and rearrange the elements at will. Artists of all kinds would forever be regarded as the most powerful among us.

God Himself would be seen as the ultimate imaginative mind. And yet…and yet…He is seen in such a way even now by those who have faith. The faithless accept limitations.

Published by Kurt Gailey

This is where I'm supposed to brag about how I've written seven novels, twelve screenplays, thousands of short stories, four self-help books, and one children's early-reader, but I'd rather stay humble. You can find out about things I've written or follow my barchive (web archive, aka 'blog) at or follow me on twitter @kurt_gailey. I love sports and music and books, so if you're an athlete or in a band or you're a writer, give me a follow and I'll most likely follow you back. I've even been known to promote other people's projects.

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