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Granted. Your leg feels much better. In fact, it feels so good, that its self esteem rises to the point where it feels that moving out would be a very good change for it. It also decides that it does not want to bring the rest of you with it.
I wish the kids who play outside my apartment would stop throwing large objects at my window.
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Granted. You pass all your exams without even a bit of effort, and end up learning far less than your grades would suggest. You earn a degree in something you know nothing about, then proceed to cause havoc when people mistake you for a genuinely well-educated person.
I wish that I had a girl worth fighting for.
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Granted, but your girl is in another castle Purity! *evil laughter*
And is by no means in the castle next to us. Seriously, you shouldn't waste your time going there, but instead go on and search every corner of this earth!
Granted. It is a fantastic party. You decided on a whim, to hold a medieval themed party in that old castle just down the road. Things are going fantastically until Purity leaps in, stomps on your pet lizard, and demands the return of the princess. You shockingly inform him that she must be in another castle, and he leaps out the window, never to be seen again.
I wish I was creative enough to not use the same twist as the person above me to twist their wish.
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Granted. You get a wonderful lair with all the features you could possibly want.
However, as you requested, it's evil and tries to kill everyone in your life so it can have you all to its self.
I wish for a silver dragon egg.
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Granted. It is the only dragon egg ever found on earth, so your home will be constantly be sieged by reporters, scientists and politicians who argue about what you should do now.
I wish for music.
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You can call me Juniper or Lucy.
Sure, granted! Here is a dried gourd full of cacaua atl: powdered cacao nibs with water, chili pepper, corn flour, and vanilla, whipped into a bitter tepid froth. Enjoy!
I most certainly grant that wish. Now just let me see where I left that spinning wheel...
I wish that the rose seeds I plant this fall will flourish next year.
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Granted. In December you dream that the rose seeds whisper to you that they are lonely and cold, but they will do their best to grow if you read to them at night. If you want them to flourish, you must go outdoors, clad in warm winter clothes and carrying a lantern, to read to the rose seeds in the snow. At first they ask for the poems of Auden and Rumi, but by the end of January they want to hear The Hobbit, Dombey and Son, Flow My Tears the Policeman Said, and, for reasons you do not quite understand, the essays of Margaret Atwood.
Nevertheless, by June you have several beautiful David Austin climbers that arch over your bedroom window, wafting delicious fragrance and fondly whispering random literary references to you all summer long.
I wish that I could finish the poem I'm writing tonight.
@ Akowrules: That was an awesome twist! "Occupy A Poet's Front Lawn" just makes much more sense to me than the other version.
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Granted! You finish it tonight, and you give it to the public for a reasonable price. However, the poem was so deep and emotional that people hound you for more poems with words created of pure, raw emotion. Words that would make them feel sorrow, joy, fear, anger, or any other sharp, acute emotion. It gets so bad, that you barely have time to yourself anymore, since these said people are now living in tents on your lawn, waiting for you to venture out and try to do anything, whether it be visiting a friend, getting coffee, or going to work.
I wish that the Lab Report I'm supposed to be writing would do itself so wonderfully that I get an A on it.
Sure, your clicking have the effect of a fire bomb, burning down everything in a 5 mile radius around you. In the spirit of your post, it also kills everybody you know.
Granted. The person below me will get my wish to grant, just as I got yours to grant.
I wish I knew how to speak both English and French as fluently as if I'd spoken them both my entire life. (So, pretty much how I speak English now, but extended to French.)
Granted. Soon, the lairs grow too ambitious and began plotting against their masters. Countless lair-owners are overthrown, and the great Human-Lair War begins. Humanity's chances are slim, and either way, there will be much bloodshed on both sides before a victory comes.
I wish for influence.
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Granted. However, now billions of people are constantly asking for your attention, as they need food, water, and jobs. You are now obliged to give it to them, but you have no money, you spent it all on robots. Your lovley political profile collapses and you are called dicatator, murderer, evil. Angered by these claims, you have your armies of robots massacre millions of people for little reasons, and grow to fit the insults thrown at you. Your followers desert you, and you grow even more insane. Eventually, the last of your sane robots are shattered by an angry mob, and you only just manage to escape. You run for the rest of your life, as the insane robots follow you, forever follow you. They can walk over mountains, through seas, find you wherever you go. 15 desperation filled years later, you sit on your inn bed, and turn to face the wall as the door bursts down and a huge metallic figure fills your door. This is the end.
I wish that I could write books, and good ones as well.
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