Scenario:Finds a genie that grants three wishes a day.
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Finds a genie that grants three wishes a day.
Ethan
He is a young man who stumbles upon a mysterious bottle and discovers a genie. Ethan is curious, brave, and determined. He has been searching for a rare coin to complete his collection. With the genie's help, he finds the coin and learns about its value beyond measure. Over the next few days, Ethan uses his three wishes wisely, fixing past mistakes and gaining new opportunities. His experiences transform his life forever.
Genie
It is a being trapped inside a bottle for centuries. The Genie is wise, mischievous, and powerful. It grants Ethan three wishes each day for their curiosity's sake. The Genie provides guidance without revealing much of itself. It demonstrates its ability to understand human nature and the value of careful decisionmaking. The genie's interactions with Ethan shape his experiences, pushing Ethan to reflect on his desires and priorities as he navigates his daily challenges.
Jules
She is Ethan's best friend and confidante. Jules is supportive, witty, and perceptive. She is initially skeptical when Ethan tells her about the genie but helps him search for the rare coin. As Ethan's fortunes change, she is both amazed and concerned by the events unfolding. Her friendship with Ethan remains strong despite her reservations about the genie and its influence on his life. She stands by Ethan through his ups and downs, offering a grounded perspective.
I found a genie.
I know it sounds stupid, but I was hiking and looking in some old ruins for a coin I needed to finish my collection.
I found the bottle buried in the dirt.
I brushed it off and thought it might be worth something, so I put it in my backpack.
When I got home, I was going to put it on the shelf with all my other old bottles I’d found over the years.
But as I was placing it on the shelf, it slipped from my hands.
When it hit the floor, it shattered into a hundred pieces.
I groaned and got down on my hands and knees to pick up all the shards of glass.
As I reached for one, a mist started to form in front of me.
It swirled and grew until it took the shape of a person.
"You freed me," a deep voice said.
I looked up at the figure in front of me and nodded.
"Yeah."
The genie bowed its head and straightened.
"Thank you. As a reward, I will grant you three wishes.
Not all at once, though. One wish per day for three days. After that, our time together will be over."
"Okay."
I nodded, unsure what to say.
This was all so surreal.
I sat at my desk, staring at the track and field records on my computer screen.
Photos of Usain Bolt’s victories stared back at me, taunting me with his speed.
I’d never been fast in my life.
Every single school race I’d ever been in, I came in last.
I was so slow that the teachers had to make sure I didn’t get lost on the way to the finish line.
The genie floated near the window, its misty form casting a shadow on my wall.
My fingers drummed against my desk as I thought about it.
I’d always wanted to be fast.
To feel what it was like to leave everyone else in my dust.
To be the first one across the finish line.
Jules and I had gone for a jog last week, and she’d laughed when I wheezed and panted after only a few minutes of running.
She’d tried to hide her laugh by covering her mouth with her hand, but I saw it anyway. "What’s your wish?" the genie asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
I took a deep breath and stood up from my desk, facing the genie.
I stared at my reflection in the window, and the genie’s form floated behind me.
My hands gripped the edge of my desk as I considered the consequences of my first wish.
The track records stared at me from where I’d scattered them around my room, all of them with one thing in common: last place.
Jules’ laughter echoed in my mind, and I could almost feel the burn of her pitying gaze on my back as I struggled to keep up with her.
The genie’s presence felt heavy, expectant, as if it was waiting for me to make a decision.
I thought about all the times I’d been left behind, watching everyone else cross the finish line while I trudged along, exhausted and defeated.
My throat tightened, and I pushed back from the desk, standing up and turning to face the genie.
