Out there in the world he was just another soul making ends meet.
On the face of it, nothing about him indicated anything other than him being a very ordinary person. His natural demeanour had him pegged as a quiet, yet friendly person who never seemed to have much to say for himself. He was certainly polite. Very few members of the warehouse staff actually had reason to have any personal contact with him. Generally, he was ignored. That was simply all in the nature of things. His small room at the back of the premises that contained little more than a desk, chair, computer and filing cabinet, was rarely visited. This suited him well. His work consisted mainly of transferring information from paper to screen. His time was spent capturing data concerning the business’s supplies, stock returns, orders, receipts, and so on.
All of that was out there… in the world.
In here, he was something else! In here, he managed all this with ease by virtue of the power that drove him. People had no idea about the unchallenged power he possessed and the ability to determine the fate of others. They would know nothing of his ability to bring about rivers and mountains and beautiful palaces. They would never guess that this great power that he possessed meant that he could conjure up previously unknown planets and strange new species of life. He could give birth to entire galaxies.
If he wanted to, he was capable of bringing about new diseases, crashed economies and global disasters. He was able to manipulate time by creating and shuffling past, present and future events. He could both give life and bring death. In all things, his word was final. The unlimited power that he wielded was awesome. In this, his capabilities were limitless.
In his room at night, with his fingers flying over the keys, anything was possible.
He was a writer!