I wish for exactly $100,000,846,925.38

Day 10099 we've been living on the moon. The last seven days has been a total nightmare

So “take him out shooting” meant taking him out! Nice twist! Love it.

Standard zombie apocalypse but the focus characters are harried parents more worried about keeping their toddlers happy; the family treats zombies as a minor inconvenience compared to the kids running out of snacks. Comedy not tragedy

The apocalypse scenario that was averted in Metal Gear Solid 2--basically some AIs take over and eradicate all disinformation and lies because they feel it's necessary for the betterment of mankind.

A person found a way to have their wish granted, only thing is those don't normally go well. After wishing that they would have everything they dreamed of, they regretted the nightmares that they began to have afterwards, especially when they were what became reality.

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The cult succeeds in summoning their goddess. It doesn't go as well for them as they expected.

Anything Organic (plants, people, germs, fossel fuels, etc) suddenly has its gravity reversed.

Oh damn, if he was born between the first and second wish then that'd work perfectly

Lucan went to speak and found the words sticking in his throat. "...I...I want..." Images of him being a bard flashed before him. Crowds cheering as he played his lute, people tossing coins and girls calling his name. He smiled for a moment and then remember his father. He felt the mark on his face with his hand. He sighed and went to make a wish. He had barely opened his mouth when the Genie spoke.

"...NO. WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO ASK FOR IS NOT YOUR WISH. YOU HAVE NOT COME ALL THIS WAY TO MAKE THE WISH OF ANOTHER. NOW TELL ME....WHAT...IS YOUR WISH....?"

Lucan tried to talk but nothing came out. He thought about what he wanted, what he really wanted. The dream of being a bard soon fell from his mind, his thoughts soon turned to his drunken father.

"...AH...NOW WE GET CLOSER...YOU WISH TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR FATHER...FOR HE IS THE CAUSE OF YOUR PAIN...WITHOUT HIS HARSH WORDS YOU COULD FIND COMFORT...WITHOUT HIS HEAVY HAND YOU COULD FIND PEACE...WITHOUT HIS VILE YOU COULD BECOME A TRUELY GREAT BARD.....WHAT YOU WISH....IS TO DEAL WITH HIM..."

A mixture of emotions swelled up inside Lucan. "You...you have no ri....how....I....." He sagged.

"...Yeah...Yeah I do. That's what I want." It was true. Lucan had hated how his father was, he was nice once back when Lucan's mother was still alive, but that was many years ago. Now...now he was something else. Something Lucan hated.

"...TELL ME...TELL ME YOU WISH...TELL ME HOW YOU WANT TO RIGHT THIS WRONG...DO YOU WISH FOR YOUR FATHER TO SUFFER?....TO FEEL THE WRATH OF DEMONS FOR HIS SINS?....OR PERHAPS YOU WISH FOR STRENGH?....STRENGH TO FINALLY DELIVER ONTO HIM THAT WHICH HE DELIVERED ONTO YOU....?"

Anger bubbled inside Lucan. He could hurt his father, the same way he hurt him, or worse! He felt the mark on his face with his fingers and thought good it would be to deal it back, tenfold! He could. He could do it...all he had to do was wish it and...."No." Said Lucan.

"...NO?"

"Yes, he has hurt me...but that does not mean I want to hurt him back. There was a time, long ago, when he was kind and had love in his heart. When mother died....the pain was too much for him. It still is, all these years later. I hate what he has done, but I do not hate him...I feel sorry for him. I just wish there was something that could help him find happiness again, something to help make him the person I once knew him as.....I...." There was a pause and Lucan froze. He realised what it was he said, the exact words he had just spoken. He looked towards the Genie who merely stared into the distance.

"WAIT, WAIT...NO I DIDN'T MEAN TO...."

"....NEXT...." Echoed the Genie.

As the doors to the side exit opened, Lucan felt his body sag, He had come all this way and blew it. He walked towards the exit and turned to look at the genie. For a slight moment, Lucan could have sworn that the Genie looked directly at him...that it's eyes seemed to shimmer a little more so.

"...Hurry up, I ain't go all day!" Bellowed the armed guard holding the door open. Lucan snapped back and mumbled an apology. He looked back to the Genie who was again staring into the distance.

The journey home was long. Though not long enough for Lucan. He would take the boredom of another cart ride over the dread of entering his home empty handed. He sighed and braced himself. What he wasn't expecting to find when he entered was a middle aged woman preparing food.

"Oh! Hello there love. Would I be right in guessing your Lucan?" She asked with a surprised yet friendly expression.

"...Ye...yes...and who are you....?" Asked Lucan.

She smiled. "Oh, where are my manners? I'm Margaret. I met your father a couple of weeks ago and, well, he seems such a nice man." She continued to chop vegetables.

"Mind you, he had a bit of an attitude on him when we met, but I soon put a stop to that!" she laughed as she chopped a carrot with a large, sharpe, knife.

"...Who are you talking to Margaret? Oh!" Lucan's father walked into the kitchen. He looked sober for the first time in a long time.

There was a long pause. It was broken by Margaret. "...Well? Are you going to welcome your son home after his long journey?" It sounded like a question, but really it was an order given with a warm smile.

"It's good to see you Lucan. Did you make your wish?"

"I..." Lucan was cut off. "Of course he made his wish, otherwise he wouldn't have come home. Now what were we talking about before....?" This was directly at Lucan's father.

"..Ah. yeah. Lucan...." He began. "I....I would like to introduce you to Margaret. She...she means a lot to me. If...if it's ok with you, I'd like for all of us to have dinner together tonight...."

"No drinks." Stated Margaret.

"...No drinks." Repeated Lucan's father. "...and...and maybe after we have eaten. Would you...is it alright you play the lute for us?"

Lucan blinked a couple of times. "...You...you want me to play?"

"Yeah. I know...I know I've been a bit.....but I really...." He trailed off for second, then looked at Margaret's smile. "...your actually really good, son. I'd actually like to hear you play."

Lucan felt a mixture of emotions. In the end he agreed.

That night all three eat dinner together and enjoyed the music Lucan played on his flute.

Lucan was in his room, getting dressed for the journey. Part of him could not believe the day had finally come when he could make the trip himself. When he could make "The Journey to the Genie.".

It would be a long, long trip to the Capital from the small town where he lived. He had never even been outside the town before. He had heard about the Capital though, oh yes. He had heard about how big it is...the mage towers there that reached up into the sky...the people, so many people that you could walk down the same street daily and always meet someone new.

Lucan packed clothing, dried food, a map of the route to the capital from his town...a small amount of coins he managed to hide from his father....lastly, Lucan packed his lute. Playing it had always made him feel better when life could too much. There were times when he thought about just running away and becoming a bard. It was always just a thought though. Lucan could never bring himself to actually do it. He was good at playing. He tended to practice when his father had passed out from drinking, he learned from a young age not to play it when his father was still awake. Now though... now the dream of him becoming a care free bard could become true. He only had to make it to the capital and make his wish. Then...then it might just happen.

Fully packed, and freshly dressed, Lucan felt ready. Almost ready. He put his hood up over his head, hiding his face. Hiding the recent mark on the side of his face. Oh to be a bard, to be free to go from place to place and just play music. Lucan centred himself and went to leave, when he was stopped by a voice.

"...Making the Journey are ya....?" The voice came from another room. It was cold and hardened.

Lucan Hesitated. "...I am, father. Yes."

"...and what are you going to wish for....?"

The young bard wannabe sighed. "...For....great riches upon this house, father."

There was a drunken, low pitched, grunt of approval. With that, Lucan left. He left the house he had grown up in, and when he got on the back of a slow moving, mull pulled cart, he gradually left the town. He left the only world he had ever known.

Over the next few weeks, Lucan rode many carts from town to town, all of which were pulled by mulls. These were neither quick, nor were in any way interesting. He soon learned that once you have seen one field slowly pass you by, you have seen them all. Still, this gave him time to practice his Lute, and to his surprise often delighted other passengers on the cart enough they would sometimes tip him. Though mostly in vegetables as many of the locals them had little coin on them.

Many cart rides later and Lucan was fast asleep. This wasn't an issue until he started snoring, louder and louder. It didn't take long for another cart rider to get annoyed and harshly nudge him. This snapped him back to reality. He was about to voice his annoyance at being so rudely awoke, when he noticed the Capital in front of him...or rather a very small section of the Capital, that looked extremely large. Lucan got off the cart, paying the driver with a large amount of vegetables that he was given at the last town. He barely blinked as he drank in the sight before him. The huge walls, the sheer amount of people, the huge spiralling towers. Then there was the hill. Right in the middle of the capital, visible...even from where he stood, was the Grand Hall of The Genie. "...wow...." The word slipped out of him.

"You! Boy! Here for the Journey to Genie are you?" The voice came from a heavily armed guard who was appeared next to Lucan. He said it knowing full well what the answer was going to be.

"...Oh..err..yes..I..."

"Straight through the gate on the left there! There's a red brick path on the streets, follow it until you find a bunch of people queuing! NOW HURRY UP!"

Lucan wanted to ask a few questions, but the guard had already walked off and was half way through saying the same lines of dialogue to another traveller. Lucan then noticed the sheer amount of guards saying the same thing to tons more people who were arriving at the capital. With so many people, the queue to the Hall of Genie could take a while if Lucan wasn't quick. He darted in through the gates and quickly spotted the red brick path.

"Ok, that was easy, maybe this won't be so bad." He thought to himself. He followed the path around one street and soon found himself at the back of a queue of people. Lucan knew that there were many people who came to see the Genie, but the fact the Hall was still so clearly far away...after all, he was only one street deep into the Capital...and the Hall was in the very centre!

...The sun set on the Capital...and hours later...it rose again. Lucan slowly stood up and stretched. He was tired. He hadn't slept, not really, just rested. He wished he could sleep though. If he were to sleep he would loose his position in the queue. Resting meant he was still awake, to some degree at least. Nobody tried cutting in front of him while he did so. The "Journey to the Genie" was taken very seriously, and armed guards patrolled the queue to make sure everything was in order. Lucan yawned and looked around him. The Hall of the Genie was so close now, it was only a matter of hours before he was in. That was little to do to pass the time. He tried talking to the person in front and behind him, but was quickly and rudely told to mind his own business. He spent part of his time watching the people of the Capital go about their day, and the other part studying the other members of the great queue. There seemed to be people of all walks of life hoping to have their wish granted by the Genie. Lucan had time to ponder them all. There were poor men, rich men... old and young. There were those who were clearly in love, and those who seemed spurned by a lover. There were groups in the queue who talked freely about how they wanted to change the world, some of the ideas sounded good, others sounded quite scary.

Another day had almost passed but now...now Lucan had made inside the Hall of the Genie. Or at least the entrance of it anyway. There was still a large queue to the doors of the hall itself, outside which stood two armed guards who would open the door for the next person.

"....NEXT....!" Came a voice from behind the doors. The armed guards opened the doors, allowing the next person to enter, before closing them again. The voice from behind the door seemed to echo, though Lucan could have sworn that he never actually heard an echo. Time passed and he found himself stood right in front of the doors. He looked towards one of the guards and gave a nervous half smile. The guard ignored him and stared forward into nothingness.

"...NEXT....!" Came the voice. The doors opened and Lucan slowly stepped into the Hall of the Genie. The doors closed behind him. Lucan's jaw dropped at two things. One was the sheer scale of the Hall. Not only was it tall, but it was long. It somehow seemed even bigger instead than it did from the outside, the pillars that held up the ceiling were numerous and thick. The second thing about the Hall, was the Genie itself, a giant which sat cross legged at the far back of the hall. Even in such a enormous space the Genie seemed cramped, such was it's grand scale that it's head was pressed against the ceiling and it's arms trapped within the walls. Though it had the shape of a human, it's skin looked like light shining through water. Transparent yet bright and shimmering. It's eyes were large and pupil-less. It did not look at Lucan, but rather stared blindly and unblinkingly into a fixed point somewhere in the distance behind him.

"....LUCAN WALKER....WHAT IS YOUR WISH....?"

...Continued below

Everything started to decay. No one knew why. It was as if the world itself was dying.

Sand started to blow across the entire planet. Barely enough to sting the skin.

But it blotted out everything. There's no way to see, and the oceans are quickly becoming mud.

Reference the last 1/3 of 1984. In the same way, create a tragic type of story where one character is brainwashed into something else. Also, I have choose your own story I'm writing.

I have a girl perspective (or female type of character) and a male perspective (or male representing)

From there, you can choose is the other character lives or dies.

My eyes dart around the room and I realize that I’m covered in blood. I can’t tell if it’s mine or not. The redness stains my fingertips. Across the dark room, I can barely make out Austin. He’s crumpled in a corner, surrounded by blood. My body jolts with adrenaline when I see that he's been beaten. They must have given me too much of whatever it was, but they perfected the dose for him. I slowly realize that we both have no clothes on- not even a scrap. His blond hair is a sick pink from the blood and his body is tomato red from inflammation. His back is covered in a patchwork of lashes and his knee looks dislocated. I scramble to fight my way out of the restraints, but I can’t. Perhaps the worst torture is seeing my best friend hurting and not being able to help.

I spin my head around, looking for someone, something to help me. I’m not sure for what exactly, but something. Wait! Earlier, I had a bobby pin in my hair when Austin and I were walking down the avenues of Dallas. I try to remember where it was, and then I remember. We had been sitting at a fro-yo shop and it had started slipping from the wind. Austin had gently reached up and pulled it out for me so I could fix it. I can’t remember that now. It will only break my heart further. That day filled with kisses and strawberry sorbet seems like forever ago. I shake my head to force the thought out, and I feel a poke on the crown of my head. Somehow, our captors were stupid enough to not check everywhere for items of value. I flail my hair over my shoulders and attempt to move that one bobby pin around. Perhaps that little scrap of bent metal could save me, save us.

The constant swinging of my head makes me more aware of my injuries. Something’s wrong with my hip and I can’t see out of one of my eyes. I almost faint at the sight of my wrist jutting out of my arm. I’m in more pain than I thought possible. I mentally say goodbye to all of my family, my friends, and everyone I can remember by name. If it was me alone, I might not have as much fight to escape as I do right now. The sight of my best friend lying on the cold concrete in a heap scares me so much that I scramble even faster to get my stupid bobby pin out. I shake and I shake and I shake my head until I finally hear a soft plop into my hand. I realize that I look like a kid shaking water out of their ears after a relaxing swim. Focus!, I tell myself.

Even the bobby pin’s been through the ringer. It’s bent, but it will have to do. I shove myself down in the steel grey chair around the chest strap to bite part of the bobby pin. I put my teeth in between the two prongs and wedge the thing apart. There! Now it looks like something I can actually use. I adjust my hold on the pin, and shove it in the makeshift handcuffs. The nubs on the end stab into my gums and I wince as I draw blood. *Crack* I freeze, expecting my captor to catch me trying to get free. I wait for a few seconds, both shivering and sweating from the adrenaline. Hopefully, they’re gone now. *Click* My hands are free, but now I have to free my chest and feet. The pin is slick with blood and I have to concentrate just to keep it from slipping out of my hands.

As I hopelessly scrape at the duct tape plastered across my chest, I hear a soft moan from Austin. Thank God! Now I 100 percent know he’s alive. The thought of him brings back the adrenaline. I feverishly attack the duct tape across my chest, trying harder than ever to reach my boyfriend. The sticky tape finally peels a little, and I use what little leverage I have to rip the tape off of my chest. I scream in agony, the pain makes me see red. When I lift the tape closer to my good eye, I am surprised to see that I haven't taken any skin off. Boy, does it feel like it though. I peer down my front only to see stripes matching Austin’s cascading down my ribs, stomach, and legs. I look further and see my blood soaked feet- That can’t all be my blood, can it? I quickly pluck the bobby pin I had somewhat clutched in my broken hand and unclick the apparatus holding my feet to the chair.

I leap out of the chair, keen on getting to Austin, but I stumble almost immediately. My head is foggy, and I feel lightheaded. I know I can’t walk, so I slither across the concrete, yelping every time my arm has to hit the ground. I crawl for what seems like forever, as if I am a baby learning to walk and my parent keep backing away. Finally, I reach Austin. I immediately spring into action, checking his pulse and temperature as best as I can. His heart beat is weak, but thrumming away so fast that it’s challenging for me to count seconds to tell his heart rate. I do my best to count to fifteen while counting the beats, and then I multiply by four. 178, wow. I have to get that down. I move to gently touch his temple, but I pull it away just as quickly. He’s burning up, and there’s pus oozing out of some of his wounds. Infection. God, I hope sepsis doesn’t start. I move to be as comfortable as possible, and lift Austin’s head into my lap. He moans, and I see those beautiful green eyes that I first fell in love with. “What happened? All I remember was darkness and you screaming. Are you ok?” I’m flabbergasted. The first thing he asks is if I’m ok. “I’m fine, Austin. We’re all in this together”. He smiles at my attempt to make light of the situation by bringing up his favorite musical.. He shifts and I see that he’s starting to take notice of his injuries. “You’re ok, baby. I don’t know how, but I’m gonna get you outta here.”

One day, people simply stopped being born.

Thank you!

Usually my favorite place to write is in the comfort of my own home, preferably on the couch. Keeping a cup of tea handy always helps, and if I'm in the mood, I'll listen to instrumental music. Occassionally I'll handwrite a story before typing it up, as it allows for a little more time for the words to flow.

If I could only write one thing, I may need to twist the rules a bit and create an expansive universe with dozens of characters to put in stories. It would likely have a bit of fantasy to really allow for a wide range of possibilities.

I definitely prefer prose to poetry. Poetry is not my strong suit - I feel like it has more "rules" than prose, and I'm a bit unsure as to what makes a poem good. While I haven't attempted to write much poetry, I do like to read the occasional novel in verse.

I prefer short stories over flash fiction. My usual approach towards anything with a word limit is to write, then sigh when I realize how much I need to cut. That being said, I really like the challenge Follow Me Friday presents to tell a portion of a story in limited words.

I somehow never thought of using necromancy as a way to get post mortem revenge.

They outlived Wit. :)

They wouldn't know our secrets even if they threw up all over their feet!

Shhh! Don't tell them our secrets!

Awww, Awesome, thank you for responding! Can’t wait to run into more of your writing!

Lmao what, I did not expect this response!

Thank you! This was a happy surprise. To answer some questions

1. I've been writing since I was a kid. One of my favorite childhood birthday presents was a "write your own books kit" that consisted of a few blank books and some art supplies. I've also always been a reader, and since I enjoy reading stories I realized I'd enjoy writing them as well.

2. My favorite genre to write in is fantasy. I love to lose myself in a fictional world for awhile, and get away from reality. While many of my stories tend to be lighter, I also really enjoyed writing the horror prompts for SEUS in October.

3. If I could have dinner with anyone, I'd probably choose my granny. She passed away 14 years ago, while I was in college, and I'd love the opportunity to have one more meal with with her, now that I'm an actual adult. As for what I'd make, I'm not that innovative of a cook, but I can follow a recipe, so I'd open up her recipe box and attempt a few favorites (which could get interesting as many of those recipes are just a list of ingredients and very minimal instructions).

All the money in the world couldn't convince me to spend a second in hell