Scenario:i find a book whatever you write will come true i am 24
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i find a book whatever you write will come true i am 24
Allison
She is a curious and imaginative young woman. She is creative, hopeful, and a bit skeptical. Allison discovers a magical book claiming whatever is written in it will come true. Excited and skeptical, she tries writing down her wishes, hoping they become reality. She finds joy in the possibilities offered by this mysterious book, thinking about all the wonderful things that could happen to her.
Ben
He is Allison's best friend and confidant. He is supportive, playful, and optimistic. Ben learns about Allison's discovery of the magical book and encourages her to use it to fulfill her dreams. He even helps her write down her wishes by drawing pictures of what she wants. His playful nature is evident as he suggests humorous possibilities, adding lightheartedness to their shared adventures with the book.
Emma
She is Allison's roommate and friend. She is practical, teasing, and goodnatured. Emma teases Allison about being too imaginative but enjoys the excitement of exploring the magical book's possibilities together. She brings a grounded perspective to their adventures, balancing out the fantastical ideas with reality checks. Her playful banter with Allison adds humor and depth to their friendship.
I was rummaging through the second-hand book store, my fingers running over the spines of the books as if I was checking them for dust.
I loved this store, it had a smell of old paper and a messiness that made me feel at home.
The owner, Mrs. Jenkins, always kept a few books aside for me, knowing my love for fantasy and romance.
I was about to pay for my finds when I noticed a book on the counter, one I had never seen before.
It was bound in black leather with silver writing, "Whatever is written in this book will come true".
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I reached for the book.
Mrs. Jenkins saw my interest and smiled, "Ah, you found the magic book. It has been here for ages, I don't think anyone believed what it said."
I didn't have any trouble believing in magic.
I had always felt it around me, in the trees, the stars, the wind.
And now, in this book.
"Can I buy it?"
Mrs. Jenkins nodded, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"You can have it for five dollars."
I handed her the money and took the book, feeling its weight in my hands.
It was heavy with possibility.
Once home, I sat on my couch and ran my fingers over the black cover.
I thought about writing something down, but I was scared.
What if it didn't work?
I grabbed a pen from my desk drawer, my hand trembling slightly as I opened the book to its first blank page.
The paper was cream-colored and felt thick and expensive under my fingertips.
Emma walked in with two cups of coffee, handing me one before she sat down beside me on the couch.
She looked at the book and raised an eyebrow, "What's that?"
I shrugged, "I don't know. I just found it in a second-hand store."
I dipped my pen in the ink and wrote: "I am wealthy beyond my wildest dreams."
The ink seemed to shimmer for a moment before it sank into the paper.
We waited for something to happen, but nothing did.
Emma shrugged, "Maybe we should check your bank account."
I grabbed my phone and logged in to my bank account.
Emma leaned over, peering at the screen, "Holy crap, is that... a million dollars?"
I blinked, my heart racing, "It can't be real. There must be some mistake."
Emma shook her head, her voice trembling with excitement, "What if it's not? What if this book actually works?"
After the initial shock wore off, Emma and I sat cross-legged on my bed, the book lying open in front of us.
Emma paced around the room, suggesting wild things we could buy: a mansion, a private island, a yacht.
I traced the silver-embossed edges of the book with my fingers, considering whether I should test it again.
This time, I wanted to ask for something more personal.
I picked up my pen and wrote: "Emma has romantic feelings for me."
The ink shimmered for a moment before it sank into the paper.
Emma was still chattering about all the things she would buy with her own million dollars when I quickly closed the book.
I felt my chest tighten as I waited for something to happen.
Emma stopped mid-sentence, her eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked softly, her cheeks turning a shade of pink.
I hesitated, my voice barely above a whisper, "Emma, do you feel... different about us?"
