Wish for fame
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The fairy smiles. "Of course. Just set me free and I will make you famous, silly fool." | The fairy smiles. "Of course. Just set me free and I will make you famous, silly fool." | ||
| - | You pull the fairy from the web. She flies about your head, and the world swirls in color until the shapes disappear. When you open your eyes you see gray walls... bars. Bars? You rub your eyes - something must be wrong. You feel odd grooves on your forehead. You stand and move to a mirror on the cement block wall. The grooves you felt were a swastika, carved into your flesh... you stare in disbelief in the mirror, into the face of Charles Manson. Famous you are, indeed. | + | You pull the fairy from the web. She flies about your head, and the world swirls in color until the shapes disappear. When you open your eyes you see gray walls... and bars. Bars? You rub your eyes - something must be wrong. You feel odd grooves on your forehead. You stand and move to a mirror on the cement block wall. The grooves you felt were a swastika, carved into your flesh... you stare in disbelief in the mirror, into the face of Charles Manson. Famous you are, indeed. |
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Current revision as of 04:57, 23 July 2011
"Fairy I wish for fame. I want you make me famous."
The fairy smiles. "Of course. Just set me free and I will make you famous, silly fool."
You pull the fairy from the web. She flies about your head, and the world swirls in color until the shapes disappear. When you open your eyes you see gray walls... and bars. Bars? You rub your eyes - something must be wrong. You feel odd grooves on your forehead. You stand and move to a mirror on the cement block wall. The grooves you felt were a swastika, carved into your flesh... you stare in disbelief in the mirror, into the face of Charles Manson. Famous you are, indeed.
The End
