The flash. There was a bright flash of light in the sky. Brighter then the sun it self an any one exposed to said flash were petrified or turned into stone abominations with incredible strangth an broken psychotic minds.

Thank you!

Great question. Since I overlooked that detail let’s say they spent all their arrows in the initial attack and retreated upon seeing two heads spontaneously explode!

Humanity has constructed a stellazer to cross interstellar distances, but a computer glitch/hack has caused it to target Earth instead of Andromeda.

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I’m super sorry, I wasn’t finished writing this but I believe I accidentally submitted it. I’ll be adding more shortly!

When/Where? It’s almost always called The Iceberg Lounge?

Considering the demographics of people who would order cat people, cat boys would be rare. It would be interesting to see that society try to rebuild.

Undead nightmare?

Zombies that evolve and learn from encounters with humans

That was a bit confusing. Why did the necromancer need money to bring Lya back? Was Cain a go between for customers? It's got a good premise overall but could be clearer.

The ants have become sentient and are tired of humanity’s dominance

... or...

"Is it too late to ask for a fake ID and a ticket to somewhere off the grid?"

The Genie smiled. "1,835th time that's been asked. And you already had your wish.
Better luck next year."

Everyone dies.

I reckon they either traded places or merged into one being. Either way, the character escaped their life

One day the Earth's rotation slowed to a stop. India and Central Asia has been in daylight for the last 27 years. Meanwhile the America's have been in complete darkness. Europe, West Africa and the Oceaneas have been in varying degrees of dusk

Pistachio tree people have token over the world and replaced. Most humans with Pistachio look a likes

I love this. Very creative

The Genie had been on the mountain forever. In the early days, once humans discovered him, he'd been the one defining point of history. Wars, famines, droughts, even death. All problems were solved by the genie. Each adult got one wish a year, and people knew how to use them,

Years into the existence of the Genie, he had said his first no, and then the nos turned into a cascade. It turned out that the genie would never grant the same wish twice. This hadn't mattered when a small smattering of people were seeing the genie, but once you could fly from all over the world to see him, it was suddenly near-impossible to get a wish granted. Even the crazy or simple ones.

A billion people trying to come up with something, anything, that hadn't been asked for.

It didn't help that the Genie's rules cared about intent. To him, a million dollars was the same as a billion dollars, you were just wishing for money. Any love in the world was the same as another. All yachts were banned after the pirate Blackbelt wished for a grand white luxury ship in the 1600's.

The Genie was reductive, everything in the human experience was boiled down to simple concepts and categories.

In the early 1990's, someone was able to buy the deed to the Genie's land, and that had turned it into a business. Suddenly, it wasn't that everyone was allowed to wish from the genie, you needed to pay an exorbitant fee to get your shot. That changed things.

If it was going to cost hundreds of thousands to see the genie, you had to ensure that you did it right. That was where Djinnologists like me came in. It was my job to scour recorded history to create a timeline of wishes. Then Djinologists work with lawyers to craft the wording to and action the wish that our clients wanted.

In actuality, the list of wishes that we had no previous evidence of was staggering, partially because many wishes were functionally useless, and many others were impossible to track. There was no evidence of whether a woman had ever asked to be rid of her period cramps, but you had to imagine it had happened at some point.

Of course, most of the random open wishes weren't what our clients wanted. If our clients had a big enough trust fund to afford to see the genie, as well as enough money to hire us, they wanted a return on investment.

We hadn't provided this time.

Elroy MacEverill the 3rd, had been bought a wish with the genie for his birthday from his parents, a pair of shipping tycoons. We had offered Elroy options for wishes that would let him say 'I got a wish granted' but he'd constantly fished for something useful.

Between the lawyers and our team we came up with a wish that would translate to material wealth. As it turned out, the genie didn't care whether you wished to own a mine on earth, or on another planet.

Eroy MacEverill was now throwing a man-sized tantrum in the small heated waiting area that they'd built in front of the genie. I'd stepped out to get some fresh air, and sit beside the thing I'd spent my life studying. Afterall, we had an hour.

At this point, most people had made their wishes. One of the benefits from coming with a rich brat was that you could ask the genie for something after. Most of the lawyers and other Djinnologists wished for innocuous things to prove or disprove personal theories.

My favorite was that Alicia had wished for a naked mole rat who couldn't stop dancing if there was music around. It wasn't useful, but it was neat.

As I nursed my coffee that I'd clutched tight in my mittens, the booming voice of the Genie rang out behind me. "Do you have a wish my good man?"

"I think I'm good this year," I said. I had a list of options in my pocket, but none of them meant anything and I'd be back here in a couple months with a rich dick or a rich dick's daughter either way.

"No wishes?" he asked, "you people who study me are a peculiar group." I felt the mountain wind pick up for a moment as the genie moved his massive form closer behind me. "Tell me, do you ensure that you write about how handsome I am?"

"Of course," I lied.

"Good good. It's unfortunate I ended up here. I should be in the middle of the town square for ladies to admire," he trailed off, "or men. That was actually someone's wish. You can write that one down."

"They wished for you to be-"

"That's the funny thing, already was. Not that I can act on it but the magic that makes me also cares about some of my human traits."

I nodded.

"Luckily it doesn't let me get bored because hoooooo boy I would be a lonely little genie."

There wasn't much of my coffee left. "Yeah well. Kinda wish it was back like it used to be where everyone was allowed to come here and-" I stoppled. I'd just broken the one rule.

"YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND."

"WAIT- SHIT."

I spun to see the Genie swell to massive proportions, looming over the mountaintop like a raging stormbound. He brought his gargantuan fist down on top of the building on top of the mountain.

"HOLY. OH GOD-"

The Genie shrunk down back to his normal size. The building remained undestroyed under his fist. "I'm just kidding man it's chill."

"What the hell?"

"I just made it so any wealth transfer attempted to buy access to me would inevitably end up back with the payee. Seemed easier."

"Oh-" I took a deep breath. "Oh that's good," I stared at the building with all my coworkers inside. Thank God they were alive.

Of course, now I needed to explain that they were all out of a job...

/r/Jacksonwrites - edit for some grammar.

An apocalypse brought on by a group of artists bringing their OCs to life. Demonic warriors, magical girls, and sonic recolors now reign supreme. All other life cowers in fear.

So both of the knights died but what about the people shooting the arrows

Well I wrote it pretty much off the top of my head so it just flowed like that. Once I realised there was an element of sexual tension within the dynamic - particularly with how he is implied to sense and feed off of emotion or acts of cruelty to gain power somehow - I just sort of leaned into it. I suppose it is just how they turned out.

Grey goo apocalypse converted the most of the world into nanobots, except for bodies of water. Humanity only exists on boats, floating platforms, and other structures not connected to the ravenous grey ground.

Fair enough. I like the build of the relationship you made between the two. Can I ask what inspired that type of connection?

Many fictions from many realities - I really, really like this line.