Plot: A struggling writer is having a hard time finishing his final book for a popular series he's been writing. Feeling down in the dumps an unsure on where to take his story for the final step of it, the man soon ends up getting thrown into a strange new world as he ends up being the one to bear the young of another.
Name: Carlos
Age: 35 years
Appearance: short blonde hair and blue eyes, he wears a white t-shirt, black pants, and dark brown shoes. He's a rather slim person an often wears a red fedora.
"no....no...." Carlos muttered as he crumpled up the notebook paper for the twentieth time that day.
Dropping it into the waste bin, he gave a sigh as he stared at the blank page. The man was the writer of the popular book series, Tales of Old. The book series had five books in it already an sadly the fans were demanding another one. So he made plans that would end the series in one book. Sadly, he wasn't able to think of anything. Pulling at his fedora, the hate was pulled down to cover his face. This was seeming to be very hopeless and he honestly didn't know what to do. Should he just give it up?
Shaking his head, he pushed his fedora up onto the top of his head once more and got out of his chair. A walk always helped cleared his mind and that is what he choose to do. PUtting on a tan jacket, he went out into the night and started down the street. It was rather empty so that was nice, he didn't have to worry about people appearing and asking if he was the guy on the back of the book; in which he was for at least his own work. Little did he know, things might just give him the inspiration he wanted.
Name: Carlos
Age: 35 years
Appearance: short blonde hair and blue eyes, he wears a white t-shirt, black pants, and dark brown shoes. He's a rather slim person an often wears a red fedora.
"no....no...." Carlos muttered as he crumpled up the notebook paper for the twentieth time that day.
Dropping it into the waste bin, he gave a sigh as he stared at the blank page. The man was the writer of the popular book series, Tales of Old. The book series had five books in it already an sadly the fans were demanding another one. So he made plans that would end the series in one book. Sadly, he wasn't able to think of anything. Pulling at his fedora, the hate was pulled down to cover his face. This was seeming to be very hopeless and he honestly didn't know what to do. Should he just give it up?
Shaking his head, he pushed his fedora up onto the top of his head once more and got out of his chair. A walk always helped cleared his mind and that is what he choose to do. PUtting on a tan jacket, he went out into the night and started down the street. It was rather empty so that was nice, he didn't have to worry about people appearing and asking if he was the guy on the back of the book; in which he was for at least his own work. Little did he know, things might just give him the inspiration he wanted.
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