Bill. A gentleman who joined the army as soon as they got involved in Vietnam so he could choose a non-combat position. The worst "trouble" he ever got in was for bringing a badger home (they were friends). He also got a little talking to for doodling in church, since his pictures were distracting the other parishioners.

Christmas 2005. This guy is the most devout lay Mormon in the history of Mormons. Still, when my mom and aunt were misgendering my trans twin brother and trying to get him to drive their drunk asses around, Bill said, "Where is he? I can pick him up so he can celebrate with us." He was more thoughtful than self-proclaimed hippies.

Now he's in hospice. He doesn't have much longer.

Sorry, I didn't get very far because I am quite sleepy but here is what I wrote, so far.

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The first thing she did after unlocking the door, to her own home, was open the fridge. As she expected, everything was foul or plain rotten. It did not matter to her though, because nothing could beat that feeling of normalcy; being able to open your fridge and knowing that every single item there belongs to you. Even though they are all, either been spoiled for long made whole colonies of living things for themselves. As exciting rotten foods were, she made her way to her bedroom and threw her body onto the mattress. Nothing compares to your own bed, she thought to herself. This was a far cry from the firm beds she was used to, this one could swallow her wholy. It was a level of comfort she had not experienced for years. She started to fondle the phone she had installed at her nightstand, ‘what a fantastic tool‘ she thought. At that moment, the phone rang for the first time, in a long time.

“Yes?” she asked.

Going by the voice, she assumed it was a boy that had called her.

“Can I talk to Mr. Mort Here Raire?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Mort does not reside here.”

“Could you call him, please? I promise you that it is important.”

“I don’t know what joke you are playing at but I am the only resident of this house, there is no Mr. Mort here, nor is he in my neighborhood.”

“Why don’t you just eat shit? Murdering whore!” he said right before he hung up the phone.

That was a fantastically fun story, thank you for writing it! Definitely one of my favorites I’ve read on here, although I’ve always loved dragons haha.

That last part where we learn Alder and Euphemia are dragons makes the “A green and a blue” from earlier make a lot more sense. I take it the dragons in this world are divided up by color or something along those lines. Also explains why they were totally ok with causing a crash landing on a dragon!

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Downvoted. Not contrarian enough for Reddit.

This was really sweet.

The modern world is gripped by a loneliness epidemic. In 2019, pre-COVID, 61 percent of Americans over the age of 18 years were lonely, a dramatic increase since the 1970s when rates were as low as 11 percent.

More of us are chronically lonely than aren't. I have friends I enjoy spending time with. I had a ten-year relationship. I still feel lonely often.

Tim ain’t never had a friend like him!

Love the idea of Genies finding and releasing other Genies

Well, the closest thing to my heart is probably my best friend. We meet up about once a month to eat and catch up. We are both good tippers and we show up I'm between the lunch and dinner rush when the restaurant is mostly empty so the waitresses really like us and know us by name (they don't even ask me my order because I get the same thing every time). Well, a couple months ago, a waitress thought we were a couple on date night. I am straight and he is married with a kid. I at least still laugh at it.

This is the beautiful start the kind of friendship that sometimes feels more solid and permanent than a romance

>began bellowing burning blasphemies before Blister's bishops

Beautiful alliteration. I love Emerald and Is'ti'ti already.

Wether or not our cat is truly happy with the life we provide him.

I rub a lamp.

"I am the genie of the lamp!"

"Why don't you sound like Robin Williams?"

"I can... if you wish it. What is thy first wish? Perhaps... A CERTAIN redheaded woman at the office, maybe? Or perhaps you WISH for hers to be yours."

I think for a minute. Tempting, but...

"Can I wish for a million more wishes?" I excitedly ask.

"NO." The genie tells me sternly. "A genie can only grant THREE wishes. That is the law. What is thy first wish?"

"What if I wish for a million more genies?" I politely ask.

"Damn it."

u/juphikie, I understand time is a limited resource, but holy smokes you have kept more people entertained and imagining worlds beyond our earthly realm than you even realize.

You have some serious talent for world building and story crafting. I hope you continue to write and share because I loved every, single, second of this story!!

30,000 feet in a 737, an announcement comes over the intercom. "We have had an in-flight emergency. Is there a pilot on board?" You look around and noone responds. Just people looking around in fear.

fully agreed

Fantastic idea. Now I wonder, would you rather I'd write in first person or third?

I wouldn't say this is SUPER close to my heart, but I feel like it's something which no-one thinks about and is important.

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Someone goes to prison because they did something REALLY bad, like murder for the sake of it, or even one of the few crimes that will get you beaten up by inmates until you're near death. During prison they've had time to reflect on their actions. They've served the sentence, they're allowed out. They're a changed person, according to the law they're clean. But then they try to do ANYTHING in society, and are spat on, insulted and seen as inhuman, for something they've already been punished for. That happened years in the past.

Both this story and the one one you linked were awesome, you could make a whole book on this universe and this tired and well meaning genie trying not to fuck up either reality nor humanity

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Both characters have a personality radiating off the text, so I think you did well. Also glad you didn’t use humans as the main characters.

Very promising start to a good story! If you can, try making a 2nd part to this because I’m fairly intrigued

For years, I've been really good at scene building, but I can't put different scenes together to make anything more than a short story. I love writing, but longform writing is beyond me. I decided to give writing prompts a try, so here I am in week 2 of the platform :D

Dave was worried, his little human was running late from her trip to the mage enclave. He circled around the city from above, trying to detect her mana and struggling. (Cassie, be safe!) He scoured the streets with his sight, attempting to glimpse her familiar red hair and silver dress.

His patience was running out by the second, it was almost dusk, she had left the cave at dawn yesterday! That was it, those humans surely did something to Clarisse, he had to rescue her! (If she's hurt, I'll burn this place into nothing!) His mouth began sparking with rage.

He started out by setting fire to the several flags and the decorative plaza to show he meant business. Once the humans were stirred, he landed on the main building of the guild, sinking his claws in the roofing. "Hear well, for I give no second chances!"

He saw some old humans gather down below, good, this must be the leaders of this place. "The mage Clarisse, set her free and I shall spare this hovel." These vermin looked confused, but he would not be fooled, his charge must be in peril.

"For fuck's sake, is he a moron?" A woman was pushing her way through the crowd, the overgrown lizard was committing a mistake that would cost her dearly. "I still got five floors to read through!" When the dragon craned his neck to threaten the grandmaster, she had to think fast.

A wooden clog hit his nose and he finally heard Clarisse. "Dave! Come on! I just fell asleep in the library, alright?!" The unamused mages watched as the woman picked the footwear and stepped on the dragon's outstretched paw. She turned to face the crowd and bowed her head.

"I apologize for my guardian, he can be overprotective. We'll pay compensation for the mess." Dave pouted at her words, he liked his hoard and didn't want to lose his gold. "Hey-!" She poked his chin with her staff to silence his protests. "Shush! You break, you buy, remember?"

The elders demanded extra gold as moral damage, and a vow from the dragon to not wreck the place again, with a counter vow to keep the woman safe during her visits. With things settled relatively amicably, Clarisse kept her right to visit and Dave got a dent in his savings. "Let's go home, I'm sleepy."

The dragon unfurled his wings and took off in a gale. While Clarisse felt happy to know he cared for her, his actions needed to have consequences. "I'll write to Garrett." In fact, she was already drafting the letter in her mind. "Please, don't." His elder would whoop his butt for losing his nerves and acting unlike his bloodline. "Too bad, so sad."