Wishful Thinking

(Authors note: The story is now open to the public. Feel free to write anywhere you like. Long as it doesn’t overwrite an existing branch. Wish another branch, wish another arch, the choice is yours)

It’s just any other ordinary day at the office, when the world falls into a simple mans lap. That man is Jack Miles.

Working at a small two story office complex. Like any other company, it’s run by some rich jack-ass with a money hunger slut as a secretary. The little guy, that’s Jack, doing all the heavy work with six other dweebs. Work the first floor. Conveniently the secretary is on the second with the boss and his abnormally large office. The large window facing the street, with an employee’s parking lot beside it.

It’s quiet in the office at this early of an hour. Jack diligently working at his desk. More than a few empty energy drinks scattered across it. Doing some of the finishing touches to an article that his other co-worker is publishing. It’s overly biased and quite political. However he gets paid to little to care about what they post. Jack’s just the best site manager and designer in this place.

Clicking send and watching the computer do it’s job. Jack emails find there way to his other employees. All that’s left to do is go through the junk mail secretary bitch **** into his lap. That Gold digging pet sits on the bosses lap when it should be of his. Cracking open yet another energy drink Jack begins his magical skills of sifting through emails at an **** speed. Well as fast as he thinks the energy drink provides.

As it normally goes, skim, click, delete. However as boring as boring is, he comes to an odd email. It’s a carp trap of an advertisement with the title Wishful Thinking. Catchy he’d have to admit, though little text explains what the email actually wants. It just has a click here link.

“Weird.” Jack questions aloud. Lingering at the email, skeptical of wether to click on it or not. Somehow curiosity catches the cat and he do exactly that.

With a click of the mouse, Jack pressing on the link. Though, nothing happens. The email just disappears from the spam folder. Dammit, he chuckles to himself. If only that worked. Just imagine having infinite wishes or something, he thought.

“I’d wish that I was done with all these emails.” Jack stretching his arms out above his head in the air, speaking out loud.

Rolling his neck conveniently looking away from his computer. After readjusting in his seat, he places his eyes back onto the computer. He finds that, indeed the junk folder is empty and there’s no spam mail in sight. Jack rubs his eyes and looks again, to find them actually gone.

“No way!” Jack speaks aloud once again. It actually happened, his wish actually happened. Does this mean... the ad actually worked. There’s now possible way... he must try it again. This time, paying attention.

But what does Jack think up next?