ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
WP: Genie, I wish for everyone else to feel about themselves as I do.
Even before the words left my mouth, I knew that everything would be changed forever. I had grown up on stories of genies and ifrits. ‘The 1001 Nights’ was my favorite story. Every night my parents had told me a single tale, dragging it on like Scheherazade to the almighty sultan. It had given me a taste of power. I had spent years of my childhood wondering just what I would do in every situation.
I nurtured my love of literature all through my childhood years. As the other children grew out of their beliefs in the magical world, mine didn’t wane. I was ridiculed, teased, and I had few friends. Even my parents were at a loss. My father blamed my mother for the stories, saying they corrupted me. My mother could only shake her head sadly as I dove into the histories, searching for clues. I researched deeper into the mythos surrounding genies and it was nothing short of destiny that brought one to me.
It was magnificent. A glowing being shimmering in the lamplight. Its pure and gentle face bore an enchanting smile. “I am born of your devotion. Your trust in me created me. Order me master, and I will deliver any wish within my power.”
Briefly I had wondered what it would be like if I truly was as the others believed; a fool deluded by the arcane. That’s when I thought of the perfect wish. I would punish the others, as they had me. Yet I had not researched for nothing. I knew of the horrors my wish could bring about in a moment of accidental weakness. I meditated, purging my emotions. The hate for society around me fated as I basked in my achievement.
“Genie, I wish for everyone else to feel about themselves as I do.” A glowing blue light filled my basement, surrounding my head and hands. I felt my body and mind relax as the genie’s ethereal form slid inside me.
I shielded my thoughts as I went to school the next day, focusing on simple tasks one by one. I was careful not to judge anyone. The Nights had cautioned me plenty against the arcane and what happens when they are unleashed.
Then I saw my targets. A pair of preppy cheerleaders. Blonde, blue-eyed, and dating the members of the football team. Girls living the American dream. They used their relationship status to get away with anything. They approached me. One of them put her feet in front of me and the other pushed from behind. I tried to break my fall and felt my arms swept out from under me.
I slammed into the floor, twisting my head around and glaring at them. I stared into one’s eyes. What petty girls. Committing little crimes to gather attention, to make up for the love they never received. They weren’t popular, they knew everyone hated them. They had tried so hard to fit in. Wear the right clothes, date the right people. Yet they hated it. And they took their frustrations out on me.
I made my way to class, a bruise growing on my face. The class laughed at me as I walked down the aisle, clutching my broken glasses and glaring at all of them. They were such little people; slackers in a small-town high-school, making fun of the local nerd. That’s all they’ll ever be.
The teacher shouted at the class to be quiet. He screamed at me, demanding to know why I was late. I did not respond to him. A failure of a man working a job he hates with children he despised. A man ruined by his dreams slowly crushed by reality.
At lunch I smiled cruelly to myself. I couldn’t wait until the curse affected these people, tearing apart their lives. Yet the day proceeded as usual. The blondes’ stole a boy’s bus fare. The teacher ripped apart a stack of assignments in a rage. Nothing changed. Nothing tomorrow either. Or the day after that.
I called for the genie in frustration, and it appeared in front of me. It appeared in pain, shimmering in and out of existence.
“Master, please. Your doubt is ripping me to shreds.”
“Of course. You haven’t done anything,” I shout accusingly.
“There’s been nothing to change,” the genie said sadly.
I opened my mouth but no sound came out. I sank to my knees and looked at my hands. I cried.
Even before the words left my mouth, I knew that everything would be changed forever. I had grown up on stories of genies and ifrits. ‘The 1001 Nights’ was my favorite story. Every night my parents had told me a single tale, dragging it on like Scheherazade to the almighty sultan. It had given me a taste of power. I had spent years of my childhood wondering just what I would do in every situation.
I nurtured my love of literature all through my childhood years. As the other children grew out of their beliefs in the magical world, mine didn’t wane. I was ridiculed, teased, and I had few friends. Even my parents were at a loss. My father blamed my mother for the stories, saying they corrupted me. My mother could only shake her head sadly as I dove into the histories, searching for clues. I researched deeper into the mythos surrounding genies and it was nothing short of destiny that brought one to me.
It was magnificent. A glowing being shimmering in the lamplight. Its pure and gentle face bore an enchanting smile. “I am born of your devotion. Your trust in me created me. Order me master, and I will deliver any wish within my power.”
Briefly I had wondered what it would be like if I truly was as the others believed; a fool deluded by the arcane. That’s when I thought of the perfect wish. I would punish the others, as they had me. Yet I had not researched for nothing. I knew of the horrors my wish could bring about in a moment of accidental weakness. I meditated, purging my emotions. The hate for society around me fated as I basked in my achievement.
“Genie, I wish for everyone else to feel about themselves as I do.” A glowing blue light filled my basement, surrounding my head and hands. I felt my body and mind relax as the genie’s ethereal form slid inside me.
I shielded my thoughts as I went to school the next day, focusing on simple tasks one by one. I was careful not to judge anyone. The Nights had cautioned me plenty against the arcane and what happens when they are unleashed.
Then I saw my targets. A pair of preppy cheerleaders. Blonde, blue-eyed, and dating the members of the football team. Girls living the American dream. They used their relationship status to get away with anything. They approached me. One of them put her feet in front of me and the other pushed from behind. I tried to break my fall and felt my arms swept out from under me.
I slammed into the floor, twisting my head around and glaring at them. I stared into one’s eyes. What petty girls. Committing little crimes to gather attention, to make up for the love they never received. They weren’t popular, they knew everyone hated them. They had tried so hard to fit in. Wear the right clothes, date the right people. Yet they hated it. And they took their frustrations out on me.
I made my way to class, a bruise growing on my face. The class laughed at me as I walked down the aisle, clutching my broken glasses and glaring at all of them. They were such little people; slackers in a small-town high-school, making fun of the local nerd. That’s all they’ll ever be.
The teacher shouted at the class to be quiet. He screamed at me, demanding to know why I was late. I did not respond to him. A failure of a man working a job he hates with children he despised. A man ruined by his dreams slowly crushed by reality.
At lunch I smiled cruelly to myself. I couldn’t wait until the curse affected these people, tearing apart their lives. Yet the day proceeded as usual. The blondes’ stole a boy’s bus fare. The teacher ripped apart a stack of assignments in a rage. Nothing changed. Nothing tomorrow either. Or the day after that.
I called for the genie in frustration, and it appeared in front of me. It appeared in pain, shimmering in and out of existence.
“Master, please. Your doubt is ripping me to shreds.”
“Of course. You haven’t done anything,” I shout accusingly.
“There’s been nothing to change,” the genie said sadly.
I opened my mouth but no sound came out. I sank to my knees and looked at my hands. I cried.
Comments0
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In