Barry, 24, Down on His Luck

Barry sighed as he sat on his bed, staring at the wall. How could he have been so stupid?

That job was surely his for the taking, he'd gotten all the way to the interview, and then, fell apart.Coherent sentences refused to form, what he could get out made no sense, he looked like a complete amateur.

That job was his last hope. His rent was late and his girlfriend left him because of all the stress he was putting her through about it all.

Now he just sat, on his empty bed, staring at the wall. He lowered his head into his hands, before feeling a little bounce on his bed.

He slowly looked up, and around to see just what it was. His eyes fell upon a small notepad, he glanced around to see where it came from, but no obvious route was apparent. He reached put and picked it up, on the front was a note,

"Write what you want to happen. Use wisely, and use well."

Barry, a little weirded out, reached for a pen from his side table, and began to write...