Young Writers Society

Granted, but you can only call one person with it.

I wish that I didn't have to get up so early to go to school.

Granted but school now takes up the rest of your day.

I wish I had an idea for a short story.

Granted, but it's a very cliche harlequin romance short story.

I wish that I could speak all the languages of the world.

Granted but you're now the only one who speaks those languages.

I wish I had a million wishes.

Granted, but all of them are corrupted.

I wish I could clone myself at will.

Granted, but all your clones run away and misbehave and you get in trouble for it.

I wish my scone was lemon and blueberry instead of cranberry and orange.

Granted but it's rotten.

I wish I had angel wings to fly with.

Granted, but a cult forms around you and offer you animal sacrifices (sorry, that got dark. But hey, corruption).

I wish that my best friend returned from Florida. Now.

Granted but in a body bag. that was unnecessary I know but it got the job done

I wish wishes couldn't be corrupted.

The wish went kabooom, please try again later~

I wish for a fish.

Granted, but that fish is a shark. A live shark. It proceeds to devour you.

I wish that Magic 8 balls told the truth (and that I knew why they were called Magic 8 balls).

It turns out that magic 8 balls were named that because they are magic thanks to your wish. They were preparing, and now ww3 has begun, under the command of M.8.B the 2 millionth and one.

I wish everyone had super powers.

They all use them for evil, as humans do. The one who can fly would drop puppies from high up in the air and watch them splatter, the one with laser vision would laser anything that displeased him, the one that could teleport would teleport young children to far off countries. The invincible guy robbed banks and killed people. So it goes.

I wish the world worked perfectly --no unhappiness, no death, no war, no poverty or disease, no hate-- but only for a period of eight years.

Granted but the years afterwards are hell on Earth.

I wish pigs could fly.

Granted, but now they become a natural predator of eagles, and destabilize the ecosystem. Also, no one can catch them, so no one gets bacon.

I wish that I was the best writer. Period.