Wish granted.
The musical is performed in a barn and the barn collapses on you in a tragic manner.
I wish women knew how needy they are.
Your soulmate now thinks you are a wonderful person who only likes kind, decent people. In fact, he thinks you're so wonderful he recites his poetry outside your balcony 2am in the morning! It's shameful, dogs howl endlessly, possums fall from trees and frustrated cats leap onto his head to stop him from reciting. Your neighbour eventually chases him away from your home, waving a broom at him yelling, "And NEVER recite poetry that loudly ever again while I'm having my beauty sleep!!"
I wish that Metallica would write a musical that incorporates barn dancing. :D
ordinary people start committing suicide over not being popular enough to post on corrupted_wish. Meanwhile apps for Android and iphone have become available with a trade -off namely that if you want to have it all you have to sign the small print and sell your soul to the Devil for a shot of Baileys and a balaclava, which unfortunately most people end up doing against their will as they can't be bothered to read the small print properly and are faced with a rude surprise when the Devil comes to get his own.
I wish my Soul-mate didn't think I was some horrible woman who likes jerks and who just wrote to him to laugh at him being full of Love and just out to friend him for his poetry.
Gee. You were such a bright idea that I and others came across and joined in. But now you're like a childhood game of scrabble or monopoly, untouched. And yet, it's such a shame. You're such an outlet for craziness, such a cure for boredom and the everyday.
So I'll make a wish backwards once again, the way you ask us to and ask
that no-one ever posts here again, hoping that instead, loads of people do.
Go on, little site, do your magic. :D
Live and be glorious!
Post a wish, someone, if you're with me!
Lets get operation ' Corrupted_Wish Regeneration' off the ground!
- Current Location:hope
- Current Mood:
hopeful
All of humanity gradually became infertile as nanabots attacked the Meiosis process they don't recognize as child hosts enter puberty. By the time the problem was realised, everyone had been contaminated.
The last of humanity died alone and in neglect; there weren't enough robots per seniors and eventually everyone was so old that nobody could maintain the robots needed to maintain them in lieu of new young people. The last of humanity died in its own waste, having long forgotten the laughters of children.
I wish that I'll have an invisible friend.
- Current Music:Andrew Bird - "Imitosis"
I wish I found a cure for cancer.
Just like a scene out of the movie "Tangled," your hair is over 70 feet long and capable of being used as a swing to escape dangerous situations and haul grown men up to your bedroom, should you choose. However, just like a DELETED scene from the movie "Tangled," your hair is an absolute matted disaster and full of dirt, twigs, and small animals (how unfortunate for them) because there is no hair brush or comb on the planet capable of taking on that mop currently resting on your head! You struggle with every single day-to-day activity:
You have a live-in plumber to de-clog all of your drains daily, and boy is he expensive! You have to wear a life-vest every time you wish to swim, because heavens is your hair heavy when it gets wet, and it will sink you to the bottom of the river if given the opportunity! Want to ride in a convertible? Forget it! Your hair is considered a driving hazard by the local police department, and you are forbidden from driving with the windows down because your hair blocks the vision of other drivers on the road. And we haven't even begun talking about your aching back and neck from carrying around all of that weight...
Looks like you'd best get yourself into a salon for a hair cut, and quick!
I wish it wasn't so hot outside.
Now the people at your workplace are TOO pleasant. You arrive at work and everyone is smiling unnaturally widely. Everyone speaks too nicely to you, using hokey language. It's like a scene out of The Stepford Wives, except the men are doing it too. So it's really creepy.
You try to ignore the weirdness, but they flock around you like sharks around chum. They will convert you to one of them, or kill you in the attempt. You'd better run while you still can.
I wish I could get past my sort-of writer's block.
"Let's go mini golfing!" yells Uncle Harry.
"No! How about to the movies?"
"I want to go to that funky new restaurant that just opened!" says Aunt Judith. Sour tempers fly, and everyone ends up in a massive fight over what to do. Bits of food, cutlery and cups are flying everywhere...you've ended up with a massive food fight on your hands!
As if that wasn't enough, your cousins brought some gatecrashers who end up pissed drunk and smashing the crockery. One of them tries to kiss you, but ends up kissing the DJ instead. This results in a grotesque make out session between the gatecrasher and the DJ (who is pretty smashed by then).
"OUT!" You yell. "Everybody OUT!"
Sirens blare in he background. What the heck?
Two burly police officers with badges sharp enough to slice bread pop up on your doorstep. Turns out that your neighbours were so traumatised by the racket your partygoers (and gatecrashers) made they called the cops!
Looks like you're going to need a boatload of patience (and luck) to explain things to the police!
I wish that all the people who attended my old church would become superheroes.
Wish granted, O fashionable one!
One day, while painting your nails and wearing oversized sunnies, your nails end up shining like Justice! So much that you become a traffic hazard, and not just because you swan around in a short skirt and a long jacket (sorry, I just had to put that in). The police (while wearing ultra dark sunnies and keeping a safe distance, of course) start chasing you down to stop you from blinding people on the road. Because of this, there's even a law named afer you that forbids people with Shiny! nails from approaching vehicles and pedestrians within 100 metres. You start wearing gloves over your awesome nails, to prevent them from blinding people. You're even asked to show off your nails at New Year's Celebrations! I mean, it's a great way to start the year, after all...
After showing off your nails for New Year's Celebrations, you take a detour to avoid fans who want your autograph. Three wrong turns and a small coffee shop later, you spot a bunch of shady dudes intimidating a dark, handsome stranger.
"Handsome?" You say, turning to the Handsome Stranger.
"Yes?"
"Close your eyes." You take your gloves off and blind the thugs with your nails! Touched, Handsome Stranger asks you out for a romantic, secluded beach picnic at 6am. You head out, wearing sunnies and matching oversized funny hats. The swelteringly hot day wears on, and you end up removing your gloves due to the heat. Eventually, your date starts flattering you shamelessly.
"I only want one glance at your beautiful eyes. Just one. Please take off your glasses!" he pleads. Charmed, you take your glasses off, and accidentally blind yourself by catching sight of your nails (so now you can no longer see your gorgeous man, or your Nails of Awesomeness). But at least you look terrific, right?
I wish the man with the mysterious smile would actually say something sweet to me.
This post was edited to fix plot inconsistencies. Let me know if there are any more!

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