Very nice take.

Very lovely!

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Does the genie look like Bud Spencer by any chance?

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The bodies were pointing north and if he were a crow, he would fly directly into the British Museum. They had a large collection of Egyptian artifacts of which many had come from tombs that were claimed to be cursed.

Rocky had seen this once before at the beginning of his career. At the time, he didn’t believe in magic or curses, but he had seen enough on that one case to eliminate any skepticism he ever had.

Rocky leaned down over one of the bodies and searched for evidence he hoped he wouldn’t find. But hope had flown with the crow and between the fingers of one of the victims was a small piece of cream-colored paper rolled up. He would bet his retirement that it wasn’t just any paper but actually made from papyrus.

“Who is taking photos?” he asked Agent Harris.

“Gil, bring the camera over here,” Harris commanded the forensic photographer.

As Rocky put on gloves, he gave specific instructions to Gil, “Take pictures of the hands where the paper is. I’m going to remove it and I want you to take pictures of it as I’m reading it. Understood?” Gil nodded and began taking shots.

With two fingers, Rocky gently removed the papyrus from between the fingers of the victim and unfurled it. The flash of the camera made it more difficult to read but the detective managed.

Part 2?

Best genie yet.

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WAIT NO AAAAAA-

This is so great omg write more very please ;-;

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I'm leaving a comment here to come back tomorrow and tackle this. Immune privilege would make hell of a "cells at work" kind of story.

Or even depending on which character's perspective you follow.

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Hands me downs from a deceased loved one

Indeed. It still falls into the group of nurses watching shows about nurses, doesnt it? If you're going to write a story about something, I don't think you have to be that thing, but you need to know enough to satisfy the audience you're including.

The inclusion bit is a whole other issue. My biggest gripe there is what it's doing to the younger writers that want to create but are paralyzed because they don't want to offend anyone.

I believe you can write whatever you want, in whatever way you want, but you need to be mindful of who your audience is and actually learn about the factual elements that you use.

The writer fear thing is from not understanding the value behind freedom of speech. You shouldn't feel pressured to write a story that will please absolutely everyone. If you do, you'll please no one. Just write a story that will be the highest value for your audience.

Can you imagine trying to include all of the genres in a single, linear narrative? 😆 That's essentially what people are attempting when they flex a story to encompass more folks.

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Genies are notorious tricksters. They always have been depicted and portrayed as entities that will deceive and half truth in ways that alter the meanings of your words to give you the opposite of what you wished for. Or, at least that’s what I recalled when I picked up the lamp.

I had been doing an archaeological dig with my cohorts in a small village when we came across the lamp. We decided that it would be best to call it in before we messed with it, as these kinds of things are taken very seriously within my team. One of our guys just had to watch Raiders of the Lost Ark last summer and ever since he got the boss so hyperactive about the worries of artifacts harming us. And honestly, I thought about showing them the Last Crusade, the chalice scene would make them flip!

The boss shows about an hour later, and insists we hand it over. When I go to reach for it, however, my untied shoelace catches me by surprise and I begin to fall face first towards the dig table. Just then, the ground around us began to shake. Smoke started billowing out of the spout, and just then, the genie shouts: “HAHAHAHA! At last I am released! Tell me, boy, what can I do for you?”

Reasonably, the boss is pissed. “I TOLD YOU NOT TO MESS WITH IT!” As soon as he finishes, the genie snaps, and his mouth is gone! The boss falls to the floor in fear, writhing and grunting reasonably. “SILENCE! My master has the floor.”

I figured that must be me.

“H-hello m-mister genie sir. How- how do you do?” I gulped.

The genie looks at me and laughs a hearty laugh, once again rumbling the floor. “How do I do? How do I DO? I do fantastic! Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve conversed with your kind? Do you know the power I wield? I can make any of your wildest wishes come true! You can trust me, after all, I’m in no position to lie.”

And he was right, he was in no position to lie. I was his master. Or, was he? I thought for a moment, looking around at my team as if to say “anyone wanna help here?” They all just shrugged, or shivered at the potential mistakes we would make. Ultimately it was going to be up to me.

“That’s uh, that’s swell mister genie. Say, can I wish for my bosses mouth back?”

Your wish is my command, I heard in my head as my boss began to scream, seems as though he got his mouth back.

“Scott! Stop this at once! Wish for him to go back in the bottle! Wish for no more wishes! Do not do business with that thing!”

My boss had a point, I was lucky that one wish went over so well. I had to think, either I could solve the worlds problems, or they would be spun in a way that it could only cause more. And, what of my job? This was all an accident after all, I had no reason to get myself fired.

“Alright, g-genie!” I swallowed, and tugged at my collar. I needed to calm down. I was overplaying this in my head.

Then it hit me. What would the genie do? Maybe it wanted things I wanted from the world.

“I have two wishes genie! You are mine! And as my advisor, I want to wish for advice for my last wish!”

Suddenly my mind was filled with hundreds of dialogues all speaking over themselves. I realized I only had one wish left, and thousands of wishes were filling my head. I couldn’t dream of fixing all of these at once, could I? I was getting overwhelmed, my forehead brimming with sweat.

“STOP THIS! I asked for advice! What is this?”

“That, my boy, is every unwished demand from peers before. The things their hearts wanted. Do you hear them? They let their minds get in the way and solved their desires. Not their needs. Not the worlds needs. Isn’t that sad, boy?”

This could have been my chance, I thought. I CAN solve all the problems!

“Alright, genie. I accept. I wish that all the unfulfilled wishes you’ve seen through were granted.”

The genie grinned. I shivered. I knew I had done something horribly wrong. And then he snapped his fingers.

One could say he had never had a friend like him.

Ahhhhhhh more

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