I’ve resisted the urge to contribute so far. Using my powers for good, you could say. But corruption is inevitable – all it takes is a tiny push. And then another. And another.
I’m strong, though. Mostly.
Spring break and I have the dorm room to myself. My roommate is off spending time with her family and my course load is pretty minor at the moment. I don’t even have to work a real job so I can sit here, being lazy while bingeing Netflix and playing video games.
A dashing, well-dressed, incredibly handsome young man steps into the frame. A faint hint of amusement lies beneath his serious expression. This unbelievably (as in ‘wow, much handsome such suave’ rather than ‘I absolutely don’t buy this for a moment, you hack’) handsome young man, who may or may not be the author addresses the reader.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” he says, his voice careful yet rich in tones. “We have all of us experienced those moments of self-doubt. Sitting under a remote bus terminal, watching the heavy rain fall around us while thinking, ‘I wish-‘ before stopping yourself. ‘What if we only get one wish in life and wishing for the rain to stop just happened to be my one wish?’…