Kelly’s Blue Book

(Author’s note: I’m going to try something weird here. The story is public and I’m going to try to be as hands off as possible, meaning I won’t post very many chapters. I’ll fix typos where I see them but the rest is up to ya’ll. Let’s see those imaginations work.)

Chances are if you had any sort of childhood where “What ifs” took place you’ll have heard this one. “What if you had One wish, what would you wish for?” Theres always the ever popular choices; money, power, popularity, rock star, immortality, magic powers, etc. one of the catches was, no infinite wishes. Well one wish is enough to “fix” anyone’s life no matter where, how or who they were born to. Infinite wises would be like having cheat codes to the world, might be fun at first but quickly loses it’s charm. May as well wish to be God. Not everyone thinks the same however, like people who cheat in video games because they want to have fun. Not interested in the story or characters, just want to cause chaos without repercussions, which is understandable. Had a bad day and just want to kill people without getting in trouble with the law? Video games are for you. But that’s off the topic, we’re talking about theoretical wishes here. Now we’ve glossed over the Joker archetype of decision makers, i.e. Set the world on fire because why not? Then there’s the Zen archetypes, wishing for world peace and happiness and kittens that don’t cause allergies and such. People that just want to make everyone else happy and will work themselves to the bone to do it. Admirable, but humans need small amounts of chaos and misfortunes to feel better afterward. If everyone was always happy then how could they gauge how happy they were? Next up is the Power hunger “kneel before Zod!” Enough said. Then there’s Kelly.

Kelly is a young girl enthralled with loop holes. Manipulative and calculating, Kelly is the most dangerous kind of Wisher. She used logic and misgivings to gain free stuff all the time. In other words a scammer or con artist. It was no surprise that she found herself in possession of an antique Arabian oil lamp. She traded it off a vagabond for a 40oz. She was going to take it home and shine it up and take it to an Auction for way more then that measly bottle of beer. She used a rag and some polish to cut through the tarnish when the lamp began glowing red and became to hot to hold. Her hand was inexplicably glued to the handle however causing her to scream and try to pry her fingers free as the lamp billowed red smoke so thick it was impossible to see through it at all. Just as she felt like breaking her fingers just to get them free the smoke suddenly centralized and condensed into the form of a muscular man with MC hammer pants, gold bracelets and a top knot. His skin was a dull red, like the smoke that had fill the room earlier as he stood crossing his arms and staring down at the woman. Kelly had released the lamp finally and held her wrist in her other hand, afraid to touch the skin on her hand for fear it might fall off. “who the fuck are you and how did you get into my house”.

The topless man gave her a sigh as he nonchalantly explained, “Bitch *you* called *me*.”

Kelly looked worried and confused as she gave the well built red man a couple of up and downs before asking, “Why are you painted red?”

Another sigh escaped him as as he did a double take toward her kitchen with a confused look and pointed at the sink. “What’s that?” As Kelly looked to see what he was pointing at she suddenly felt his hand on top of her head holding her steady as something entered her ear. Her eyes widened as she tried to fight his grip but, like the lamp handle, she was completely immobilized. She thought he stuck his finger in her ear but it started snaking it’s way through the ear canal and up into her skull until it reached her brain. She was suddenly filled with a wealth of knowledge about his kind as she suddenly regained all the function in her body.

“Holy shit. You’re a genie.”

The red skinned man pointed at her in affirmation as he corrected her, “Close, official terminology is Djinn but you Americans tend not to use official terminology for anything so who cares right?” The djinn looked around her apartment and spotted the fridge and walked toward it. “Got milk?”

Kelly nodded slowly even the ugh he wasn’t looking at her as he opened the fridge and pulled the half gallon out and started drinking from the carton. “Uh… do you actually need food and drink?”

The djinn shook his head as he downed the entire half gallon in one go and threw it over his shoulder right into the trash can. “Nice shot... okay first off I need to ask a question.”

Kelly’s new red skinned guest found his way back into the living room and sat sideways in a chair with his legs over one arm rest and his neck propped against the other. “Go ahead.”

Still clutching her burned hand Kelly looked the young but buff looking ‘Djinn’ her question. “What’s with the outfit? I mean can you not just ‘magic’ yourself some better threads?”

The djinn looked down at his clothing and back up to Kelly with a smile, “well lemme put it this way, if a red man in billowy pants and no shirt came out of an old oil lamp you’re gonna assume one of two things, either you’re high as fuck, or that guy is a genie. Since you didn’t automatically assume genie that makes me wonder.”

Kelly sneered and gave a fake laugh at the bad attempt at humor. If this really was a genie then he didn’t act at all how she thought he would. “Sooo Do I get wishes or are you just here to drink my milk?”

The genie gave her tits an obvious ogling as he rubbed his hands together, “Tempting offer, but no just here for your wish.”

It didn’t take Kelly long to catch the singular usage of the noun, “Wish? Like only one?”

The red man nodded as he followed her with his eyes as she started pacing around thinking hard, “Yep. Why? Do you NEED more then one. Hell do you even need one, you seem to be doing alright.”

Kelly looked around and never realized that she was doing fairly well for herself until someone said something about it. “Okay so what are the rules?”

The genie sat up in his chair and smiled again, “Glad you asked. Now most people know the rules thanks to mainstream media, like no infinite wishes or true love or killing people… unkilling people. So yea no Bruce Lee back from the dead or killing some President or causing infatuation/love/stalkerism on someone, other than that it’s pretty much your call.”

Kelly nodded and paced around some more as her brain cycled through the rules looking for loop holes. “What if I asked for the powers of a genie?”

“Then you’d become a genie, granting other people’s wishes.”

Kelly bit the inside of her cheek and she thought a little more. She really wanted more then one wish and she was willing to slow down and think instead of just giving up and making a half assed wish like infinite money. That would crash the economy and money would become worthless, so having infinite money was a bad call. Immortality? Watch everyone grow old and die around you until the sun exploded and in space for all eternity... yea no. It had to be something that she could manipulate later when she started getting bored with it. Something that could constantly change depending on her desires at the moment.

“You’re really thinking pretty hard about this. Maybe you should write down all your ideas and then cross them out until you have one left.” The djinn offered now with a big handful of candied peanuts that he got from... some unknown source. Kelly nodded before she suddenly brightened up, inspired by the idea that the red djinn suggested.“Hey quick, what are the specifics of the infinite wishes rule.”

Looking confused he tilted his head and gave her a cautious look. “You can’t directly wish for infinite wishes. Why?”

Kelly smirked, “so can I indirectly wish for infinite wishes?”

He narrowed his eyes and sat properly in the chair to face her as he tried to figure out what she was up to. “Explain.”

Kelly sat down across from him with a big smile and she hurriedly gave him the idea, “What if I wished for anything I write in a blue notebook to reform reality to become the truth from that moment forward?”

Surprised by her cleverness the djinn sat back for a second to think. He then stood up and started writing glowing sigils in the air, like a touch screen for Djinns, and muttering to himself as if trying to solve a complex math problem. Some sigils would morph to change shape the more he added on to them until he stepped back. Like a computer processing information the sigils sat floating in the air for a moment before flashing green and disappearing. He sat back down with his hand over his mouth before speaking a low "I'll be damned..." so that only they could hear even though they were the only two in the room. “Okay two things. First that checks out as a viable wish…” Kelly jumped out of her seat and gave the air an arm pump and screamed “YES!” Her djinn snapped his fingers to bring her back to reality, “Hey sit down and listen. The second thing is my own personal disclaimer for this. This is a lot of power to be granting to a finite being such as yourself. You’re clever, I’ll give you that, but no human has ever survived having this much power at their disposal and remained sane. That said you have the same restrictions as I do, namely no resurrections, no true love and no purposeful killing. I can’t lift them off myself and I can’t lift them off of you either, so just know that if something you write accidentally kills someone they are staying dead, got it?” Kelly gave a big grin and nodded her head enthusiastically. “Okay, that’s my piece, now, what is you’re wish?”

“I wish that from this moment forth anything I, personally, write into *ANY* blue notebook becomes the truth from that moment forward .” The djinn pointed at her and a red lightning bolt struck her in the chest throwing her against the wall behind her as the red shirtless man turned to smoke and returned to the lamp. Then lamp faded from existence leaving Kelly alone in her apartment struggling to stand back up, her back hurting from the impact. “Oww. THAT WASN’T NECESSARY!” She shouted as if talking to him incase he was listening from some alternate dimension. When there was no response she stood up slowly and put her hand on her back and pushed as she stood up and felt her back crack. “Ahhh. That sucked. I need to get a notebook.” Kelly picked up her keys and walked out her down locking it behind her.

(So far there’s only been a few people to add their own fetishes to the mix. It is a public story, feel free to add a chapter where you see fit.)