Thread:MagicDaydreamer/@comment-44044902-20191014010510/@comment-44044902-20191026174723

Okie, here it is (I had more, but I hated it, so I deleted it hehe):

“I will grant you one wish, but it will only last you two hours."

Those words circle in my head as I gawk at the creature in front of me. Green—or yellow; my colorblindness doesn’t help—lumpy slime coats its face and body. Two horns stick out of its head like small nubs, its face all wrinkly and distorted—almost. Its eyes were on backwards, and its nose was on its chin. At least I think.

To tell the stone-cold truth, I have no idea what’s going on. One second I was standing in my parent’s all-white room, staring at the cracked mirror that’s been in this house for God-knows how long, and the next second I collapse, just like that, plunging into Darkness’s haven. And then the next second, I’m in the same blank and vacant room with this creature crouched over me, which can only be described as a ‘thing’. Or quite possibly a mutant.

“Who are you?” I grumble.

“Is that ya wish? You wanna know who I be? ‘Cuz if so, ya’re in for a long two-hour lecture, sonny.” Its crooked language amuses me. I could feel a hysterical smile start to tug on my lips. Its forked tongue flicks at me, and my nose catches a whiff of an acrid odor. I gag and wheeze, doing everything to try to redeem fresh air. Or maybe I was just stretching time to think of a wish. I don’t really know.

Its offer is intriguing, though. I could wish for a bathtub full of ice cream, or possibly a donkey. Maybe even a couple of hours of fame? The possibilities were endless—or they would be, if I wasn’t so narrow-minded. I don’t have a lot of wishes; those lead to secrets, and I don’t have any secrets. Do I? If I did, I wouldn’t tell anyone if I did or not. Besides, who would I ask for ideas? Sarah, maybe. Yes, I’ll ask her. Too bad she’s dead.

That does lead me to an idea. I can picture it: ''a little boy and a girl, age six, run around in the cold winter. A slightly older boy and girl sit hand-in-hand, enthralled by the magical sunset in front of them. A boy cries into his pillow at the news that caught him so off-guard that he had to go to emergency therapy. ''But now I’m fine, happy even, I think to myself as I fidget with the cap of my antidepressants that I’m always forced to carry.

I literally have nothing else to put :((( h e l p