Granted, but you manage to find a worm in your apple.
I wish for a happy ending, not the ones you get after massages!
Granted, but you manage to find a worm in your apple.
I wish for a happy ending, not the ones you get after massages!
Granted, your story ends just after birth, afterall a happy ending depends on where you stop the story.
I wish for creativity
Granted. You're so creative you become an art major/artist as your profession. Your artwork is so good they sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars per piece. One day, this guy who bought your first piece ever decides he wants to appreciate the value of his purchase. Now...how does art suddenly rise in value? The artist has to stop producing pieces (so the ones currently out because rare). But how can he ensure you don't make any more pieces? How? He pushes you out of your studio deluxe apartment on the 30th floor of some building in Manhattan. You don't die, but you're paralyzed from the neck down. (And if you meant writing, then pretend this was for a famous author.)
I wish I had a radar that let me scan for nearby police so that when I'm driving I can speed and not worry about getting tickets. (The radar lets me know when to slow down in time before I enter the police's range. Or his own radar's range. Whatever.) Oh and I'm a good driver so I won't get into a car accident.
Granted, but being in possession of these radars is now considered highly illegal; and a FEDERAL crime. While taking your car in for an oil change, a mechanic can't help but notice it, decides to dime you out for the small reward, and you're promptly arrested and sent to a max. Your cellmate? A 300 pound man who calls himself poo-bear. Enjoy.
I wish the internet in this gorram motel wasn't so slow. So that I can finish DLing Borderlands 2.
9 out of 10 people agree that in a room full of 10 people one person will always disagree with the other 9.
Granted, it's so fast that you accidentally download the entire internet, but because you don't have room, all the data is released into the air at extreme speeds, crushing you to death.
I wish that made more sense.
Granted, but now you have back problems of equal pain and trouble to your previous neck problems.
I wish I was the most courageous person on the planet.
Granted. Your body is now solid gold, instantly killing you.
I wish for a Strange Festive Sandvich within Team Fortress 2.
9 out of 10 people agree that in a room full of 10 people one person will always disagree with the other 9.
Granted, but a necromancer had other plans and now we all have to deal with zombie wishes. Thanks a lot.
I wish someone smart would combine the furious instrumental portion of metal with actual singing. Screaming is nice too, but can we get some balance?
Granted, but it's so amazing that it causes anyone who listens to it to go deaf.
I wish I knew what to wish for.
Granted, but then a massive rock falls on you.