Granted!!! You now have all the pie!
Unfortunately, all the fruits/meats/veggies to make all the pies have gone bad and are in various stages of rot. And, on occasion, there is a hidden "cow pie" (slang for cow poop).
I wish I could find a forgotten wreck of an elusive pirate that would make me rich!
Unfortunately, all the fruits/meats/veggies to make all the pies have gone bad and are in various stages of rot. And, on occasion, there is a hidden "cow pie" (slang for cow poop).
I wish I could find a forgotten wreck of an elusive pirate that would make me rich!
Ok granted, but you have the pirates come with the treasure and they’ll haunt you until you spend last dime of it.
“I wish that I was virtuose musician, writing and playing for the whole world, at least I’d get some respect.”
“I wish that I was virtuose musician, writing and playing for the whole world, at least I’d get some respect.”
Wish granted!
You do become a virtuoso musician, but only after you die. Your music is discovered posthumously, and the world worships a version of you who never got to live the fame.
I wish I could change time at will, whether it is to turn back or fast foward. Though freezing hell would be fun too.
You do become a virtuoso musician, but only after you die. Your music is discovered posthumously, and the world worships a version of you who never got to live the fame.
I wish I could change time at will, whether it is to turn back or fast foward. Though freezing hell would be fun too.
Your wish is granted! However you cannot choose how far forwards or back you go, it will always be random.
I wish that I could always be healthy and never get sick.
I wish that I could always be healthy and never get sick.
Granted!
And you will live to see some amazing things. Another century come to pass. But you will have to watch your family and friends die off through the years. Anyone you allow close to you, you will have to watch them die, too. And the corruption is knowing you will be there to see it. Your wish will become your torment.
You will die eventually. This corruption does not offer you immortality. But you will plead for death, long before death finds you.
I wish I could have been present to see the first space shuttle launch.
And you will live to see some amazing things. Another century come to pass. But you will have to watch your family and friends die off through the years. Anyone you allow close to you, you will have to watch them die, too. And the corruption is knowing you will be there to see it. Your wish will become your torment.
You will die eventually. This corruption does not offer you immortality. But you will plead for death, long before death finds you.
I wish I could have been present to see the first space shuttle launch.
Granted!
You are sent back in time to witness the first space shuttle launch… but you’re stuck in that moment. You watch the shuttle rise again. And again. And again.
No one sees you. No one hears you. You’re trapped in a loop, an eternal observer, never able to touch, speak, or leave. You eventually forget your name, and only the roar of the engines remains.
I wish I had wealth.
You are sent back in time to witness the first space shuttle launch… but you’re stuck in that moment. You watch the shuttle rise again. And again. And again.
No one sees you. No one hears you. You’re trapped in a loop, an eternal observer, never able to touch, speak, or leave. You eventually forget your name, and only the roar of the engines remains.
I wish I had wealth.
Wish granted!
You came upon rare jewels and artifacts that have never been seen before. You had all of the items appraised and learned that it made you vastly wealthy. But, on your way home you are in an accident and your mind now resets every thirty minutes. Not letting you remember that you are a very rich man.
*Think 50 First Dates- 10 second Tom*
I wish I could mind read when it's necessary in situations.
You came upon rare jewels and artifacts that have never been seen before. You had all of the items appraised and learned that it made you vastly wealthy. But, on your way home you are in an accident and your mind now resets every thirty minutes. Not letting you remember that you are a very rich man.
*Think 50 First Dates- 10 second Tom*
I wish I could mind read when it's necessary in situations.
"Granted. You can now read minds whenever it's necessary. Uh, whatever even counts as necessary... Sure. Anyway, unfortunately for you, the person whose mind you're reading will know and they probably won't be very happy about it. Also, when you're doing your mind-reading thing, it opens up your mind so others can read it, too."
"My wish is to be a successful detective, one worthy of the title of Ultimate Detective."
"My wish is to be a successful detective, one worthy of the title of Ultimate Detective."
Your wish is granted.
You are now the Ultimate Detective...but only in a comic book series where the artist is only so, so and the writing talent is that of a fifth grader. Your most popular story to date (read by ten of the classmates) was about the lunch lady losing the nacho cheese on taco day.
I wish the ending scene from The Neverending Story, after The Nothing was banished, was real and I could go for a ride on Falcor's back and see the land of Fantasia.
You are now the Ultimate Detective...but only in a comic book series where the artist is only so, so and the writing talent is that of a fifth grader. Your most popular story to date (read by ten of the classmates) was about the lunch lady losing the nacho cheese on taco day.
I wish the ending scene from The Neverending Story, after The Nothing was banished, was real and I could go for a ride on Falcor's back and see the land of Fantasia.
Your wish is granted.
Falcor’s scales gleam. The skies are gold. The wind in your hair feels like magic.
But as you fly, the colors of Fantasia begin to peel away, like paint off old wood.
The ground below is cracked, the rivers dry, the creatures starving. Falcor’s smile stays fixed, but his eyes are wrong, dull, hollow, like glass.
You realize: The Nothing never really left. It’s inside everything. Including you.
And with every breath you take in Fantasia, it eats a little more of your soul.
l wish I could step into the happiest memory of my childhood and live there forever.
Falcor’s scales gleam. The skies are gold. The wind in your hair feels like magic.
But as you fly, the colors of Fantasia begin to peel away, like paint off old wood.
The ground below is cracked, the rivers dry, the creatures starving. Falcor’s smile stays fixed, but his eyes are wrong, dull, hollow, like glass.
You realize: The Nothing never really left. It’s inside everything. Including you.
And with every breath you take in Fantasia, it eats a little more of your soul.
l wish I could step into the happiest memory of my childhood and live there forever.
Wish Granted!!
You are the happiest you can ever be in your childhood, except when living in your happiest memory,. Everything is in slow motion and repeats the same thing every twenty four hours.
(Think the sloth, Flash, off of Zootopia meets Groundhog's Day)
I wish that I could teleport in time so I could change some unnecessary histories that causes genocide or extinction.
You are the happiest you can ever be in your childhood, except when living in your happiest memory,. Everything is in slow motion and repeats the same thing every twenty four hours.
(Think the sloth, Flash, off of Zootopia meets Groundhog's Day)
I wish that I could teleport in time so I could change some unnecessary histories that causes genocide or extinction.
Granted, Mate.
You were able to change a significant moment in history and prevent a massive event that would have caused the death of millions.
However, because this event did not occur, the world was not alerted to certain dangers that were festering under the surface, giving way to a nuclear holocaust, which eliminated one-third of the world's population.
I wish I could buy a large piece of property and let my two closets friends build houses there so we can be within walking distance of each other.
You were able to change a significant moment in history and prevent a massive event that would have caused the death of millions.
However, because this event did not occur, the world was not alerted to certain dangers that were festering under the surface, giving way to a nuclear holocaust, which eliminated one-third of the world's population.
I wish I could buy a large piece of property and let my two closets friends build houses there so we can be within walking distance of each other.
"Granted! You've got this big, grand chunk of property... It's really nice. Lots of space. Unfortunately there are twenty-four different marching bands that travel through it, one each hour, every single day. They're suuuuper loud. Some of them keep trying to get you to join in. And some of them litter. And some of them are... Dinosaurs? Huh, how'd they get here? Well, anyway, I hope you like live music!"
"I wish for a nice breakfast."
"I wish for a nice breakfast."
"Your wish is my command. You'll have a nice breakfast. Whatever it is you want. It will be the best tasting, most nourishing breakfast you've ever had."
She would smile sweetly, then devilishly.
"But... Now you will have the worst explosive diarrhea you've ever experienced for a week."
She would think hard about we own wish now.
"I wish for a simple bottle of Cherry Dr. Pepper and a bag of Sour Gummy Bears!"
She would smile sweetly, then devilishly.
"But... Now you will have the worst explosive diarrhea you've ever experienced for a week."
She would think hard about we own wish now.
"I wish for a simple bottle of Cherry Dr. Pepper and a bag of Sour Gummy Bears!"
Your simple wish is granted...
However, the bottle of Cherry Dr. Pepper was shaken seconds before you picked it up out of the line-up of tasty beverages. Even if it doesn't hose you down in an eruption of sugar and foam - it will certainly be flat. And since someone had it out of the chiller to shake up the bottle, it is on the warm side, too. As for the sour gummy bears - while at the manufactures the machine that dispenses the citric acid went on the fritz and accidently coated the gummies in a layer of onion salt.
"I wish I could learn to recognize and evade the biggest errors in my thinking to eliminate unnecessary anxiety."
However, the bottle of Cherry Dr. Pepper was shaken seconds before you picked it up out of the line-up of tasty beverages. Even if it doesn't hose you down in an eruption of sugar and foam - it will certainly be flat. And since someone had it out of the chiller to shake up the bottle, it is on the warm side, too. As for the sour gummy bears - while at the manufactures the machine that dispenses the citric acid went on the fritz and accidently coated the gummies in a layer of onion salt.
"I wish I could learn to recognize and evade the biggest errors in my thinking to eliminate unnecessary anxiety."
"Like, wish granted, man. But now those errors will invade your entire life. No avoiding the inevitable anxiety that'll bring!"
Shaggy felt a little bad for the curse he just gave out.
"Zoinks! I'm, like, sorry, man! But that's how the game is played! I could sure go for a super duper club sandwich right now!"
Shaggy felt a little bad for the curse he just gave out.
"Zoinks! I'm, like, sorry, man! But that's how the game is played! I could sure go for a super duper club sandwich right now!"
Wish granted.
You mutter the words, casual and half-joking: “I could sure go for a super duper club sandwich right now!”
The universe listens. The smell hits first. Warm bread, sizzling bacon, roasted turkey, sharp cheddar. Your stomach twists with hunger. The plate appears in front of you. It’s massive, towers of meat and bread, juices dripping onto the table. It looks… perfect.
You take the first bite. The bread crunches. The meat is tender. Flavor explodes.
And then……screaming.
Not outside. Inside.
The lettuce shrieks as you chew, a wet, high-pitched cry. The bacon wails like a pig choking on its own blood. The turkey moans low, guttural, human-like. You taste it all: the life being torn apart, replayed in your mouth. Every bite is another death echo, looping endlessly.
You spit it out, but it writhes on the table. The sandwich is still alive, twitching, rearranging itself, meat and cheese shifting into something that wants you back. Its bread splits like jaws. The layers of meat and tomato pulse wetly, like muscle. You don’t have time to scream before the sandwich lunges.
You wanted it, Norville.
Now it wants you.
My wish: I wish that every soul who has ever feared me would remain mine, bound in my shadow, to feed me for eternity.
You mutter the words, casual and half-joking: “I could sure go for a super duper club sandwich right now!”
The universe listens. The smell hits first. Warm bread, sizzling bacon, roasted turkey, sharp cheddar. Your stomach twists with hunger. The plate appears in front of you. It’s massive, towers of meat and bread, juices dripping onto the table. It looks… perfect.
You take the first bite. The bread crunches. The meat is tender. Flavor explodes.
And then……screaming.
Not outside. Inside.
The lettuce shrieks as you chew, a wet, high-pitched cry. The bacon wails like a pig choking on its own blood. The turkey moans low, guttural, human-like. You taste it all: the life being torn apart, replayed in your mouth. Every bite is another death echo, looping endlessly.
You spit it out, but it writhes on the table. The sandwich is still alive, twitching, rearranging itself, meat and cheese shifting into something that wants you back. Its bread splits like jaws. The layers of meat and tomato pulse wetly, like muscle. You don’t have time to scream before the sandwich lunges.
You wanted it, Norville.
Now it wants you.
My wish: I wish that every soul who has ever feared me would remain mine, bound in my shadow, to feed me for eternity.
Ah, my lovely Queen. I will proudly grant your wish...
However, the souls who feared you and are now irrevocably bound to you also whisper. They never stop. It is a constant buzzing in your brain that will continue until the time of your own demise. Songs they have learned you hate, reminders of past failures, reminders of lovers that ran away before you could murder them, all the little things that haunt your dreams, they learn and turn them against you - Whispering.... Whispering... Whispering... until your entire existence consists of nothing but their whispering.
Enjoy the company and say fare the well to the silence.
My wish: I want a love like Gomez and Morticia represent in The Addams Family.
However, the souls who feared you and are now irrevocably bound to you also whisper. They never stop. It is a constant buzzing in your brain that will continue until the time of your own demise. Songs they have learned you hate, reminders of past failures, reminders of lovers that ran away before you could murder them, all the little things that haunt your dreams, they learn and turn them against you - Whispering.... Whispering... Whispering... until your entire existence consists of nothing but their whispering.
Enjoy the company and say fare the well to the silence.
My wish: I want a love like Gomez and Morticia represent in The Addams Family.
Your wish is granted.
You find someone who loves you like Gomez loves Morticia: fierce, all-consuming, unshakable.
But the devotion is wrong.
They don’t let you breathe without them. They follow you into the bathroom, into your dreams, into your thoughts.
They praise you, worship you, suffocate you with endless declarations, hands on you always.
When you pull away, they cry as if you’ve stabbed them. When you leave, they bleed.
It’s not love. It is a parasite wearing love’s face. And it will never let you go.
My wish: I wish I could stop time whenever I wanted
You find someone who loves you like Gomez loves Morticia: fierce, all-consuming, unshakable.
But the devotion is wrong.
They don’t let you breathe without them. They follow you into the bathroom, into your dreams, into your thoughts.
They praise you, worship you, suffocate you with endless declarations, hands on you always.
When you pull away, they cry as if you’ve stabbed them. When you leave, they bleed.
It’s not love. It is a parasite wearing love’s face. And it will never let you go.
My wish: I wish I could stop time whenever I wanted
Willow would pop out of a trash can, imitating a Djinn from its place of rest.
"Your wish...is my command. You can stop time anytime you want. But... you can only do it once, whenever you're ready. It will only stop you. The world around you will continue to move. You will be immortalized in your current beauty forever as a statue of what you once were. And people will always admire you because you look so real."
Willow thought for a moment, raising a finger to her lips.
"I want to make the world a happier place. I want to put a smile on everyone's face. I want them to feel joy, and I want them to never know it was me who did it! Fame sucks, I don't need it."
(Yeah, its sappy and definitely not me, but I gotta see how I get monkey pawed!!!)
"Your wish...is my command. You can stop time anytime you want. But... you can only do it once, whenever you're ready. It will only stop you. The world around you will continue to move. You will be immortalized in your current beauty forever as a statue of what you once were. And people will always admire you because you look so real."
Willow thought for a moment, raising a finger to her lips.
"I want to make the world a happier place. I want to put a smile on everyone's face. I want them to feel joy, and I want them to never know it was me who did it! Fame sucks, I don't need it."
(Yeah, its sappy and definitely not me, but I gotta see how I get monkey pawed!!!)
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