[ WP ] Your left hand has the power of creation ; you can draw things to life . The only problem is that you 're a right-hander .

It all started when I broke my right arm playing ball hockey. I did n't have a computer at the time, so I tried taking notes in class with my left hand, a hand whose only purpose until that point had been to hold Kleenex when my right hand was occupied. 
 
 It started off innocently enough. Like the stellar student I was n't, I spent the entire class trying to doodle with left-handed ineptitude. Suddenly, without warning or sound, the deformed'Superman S' I was drawing leapt off my notebook, made a high pitched squeal and jumped through the class window, shattering it. The entire class ran to the window as the'S' flew off to the sky, staggering back and forth as though it were drunk. People would have asked if it was a bird or a plane, but it looked more like a childhood kite that got eternally damaged in a garage flood. 
 
 At first I did n't understand what had happened. It took a few more of these incidences for me to realize this power I was wielding. First, a small house with a'X' on the door appeared in the corner of the classroom. It was so misshapen, it immediately fell over and crushed Mrs. Spinningsworth ankle. Then, a smiley face fell from the ceiling, with edges so badly rounded it looked as though it had 2-dimensional leprosy. Luckily I did n't draw it with an open mouth––it conveyed pain enough with it's one open ( and terribly crossed ) eye. 
 
 I tried to harness this divine power to my advantage, drawing detailed hamburgers with colour instead of just pencil. It worked in that it actually produced real food; it failed, however, in that my left-handed inability produced what looked like a satanic version of a lunch-lady sloppy joe. 
 
 At first this power to create through drawing drew wide public attention. It was only after everyone realized how completely useless this left-handed ability was in the hands of a right-hander that they scoffed and found more interesting things to care about, like cats wearing sweater vests. 
 
 It's been a few months since I first discovered the power, and I must say, I'm improving. I effectively drew a stick-figure with a full face of features who I'm able to converse with. Unfortunately, I also had to draw chains to shackle him to my basement cellar so he would n't go on the murderous, revengeful rampage against humanity he seemed hellbent on fulfilling. Apparently, he felt that humans had exploited his stick-figure kind, hanging them over and over again from an inability to guess movie titles. 
 
 One day, I might be able to draw things I'll actually be able to enjoy, like food or drink. Until then, this decrepit sloppy joe will do just fine.
