A writer friend says he comes up with story ideas by asking “what if?” questions. Now I can’t stop thinking about this method. When I get in bed at night now, what ifs keep me company, and when I wake up, they’re the first thing on my mind.
Here are some of my thoughts:
What if one day dogs developed the ability to speak to their humans in standard English, or French, or whatever language their humans speak? What if cats could do advanced mathematics? What if they were deemed a menace to society and hunted for their abilities?
What if someone discovered a cure for stupidity, but the powers that be had him/her murdered?
What if some humans suddenly developed the ability to fly, but only during a full moon?
What if no one ever died?
What if the cure for cancer was a single word, and the scientist who discovered it was in a coma?
What if no one ever took their own child home from the hospital—instead, they were assigned a child at random?
What if life actually didn’t begin until one was forty?
What if we, after death, had to answer for the lives of all the creatures we’d ever inadvertently killed in front of a committee of animals?
What if only women were allowed to run for public office?
Okay, I’ve probably bored you all, but I can’t help thinking about this stuff. Tomorrow maybe I’ll write about something more exciting. Like, watching grass grow.
What if there really was peace, people?