World Peace
My ordinary life has become quite peculiar. Let me tell you little bit about it.
It all started on my 30th birthday. My mom got me a blue bathrobe with “sugar, sugar” embroidered on the butt. Nice mom, nice. She said that it might help me find a man. Who was going to see me in a stupid fluffy bathrobe with idiotic words on it? Ugh.
My best friend took me out to dinner that night and gave me her gift. It was a beautiful, if a little silly, sculpture of a chicken. It was red, gold, and green with jeweled tail feathers. It looked very delicate. I thanked her and asked where she found it, she informed me that she saw it in an antique store window while she was on vacation. She said that it reminded her of me. Great, now my best friend thinks I’m a chicken. Not a very nice complement. I ordered the steak and potatoes for my dinner, while she ordered her usual salad with light vinaigrette dressing. She must also think I’m a fat meat and potato eating chicken. I was glad when this night was over.
I got home and put the admittedly pretty chicken sculpture on the mantlepiece, kicked my shoes off, threw my clothes in the hamper and put on the stupid bathrobe, which I have to admit was very comfortable.
I woke up on the couch in the middle of the night with the chicken on my chest. What the crap? I put that thing on the mantle! It was making a clicking noise. All of a sudden, It cracked right down the middle and a very bright, golden ball of light flew up from it and formed into a small, feathered person on my coffee table.
“Give me your wishes, I only have eternity you know.” It’s screechy voice scared me so badly that I threw the broken sculpture at it. It sailed right through whatever this thing was.
“Every time!” The little person screeches. “What is wrong with you humans? I come to give you wishes, and you throw things at me, so ungrateful!”
“What are you?” I manage.
“I am a Shaytan. I have been stuck in that stupid statue for ages and I have turned into a stupid chicken! So, do you want wishes or do you want to let me go? Because I really don’t like having things thrown at me.”
“Wishes? Like, whatever I want? How many?”
“Yes, yes, whatever you want. You get three” It says this with a wicked gleam in it’s eye and I completely forgot all the stories of genies and how they love to trick people.
“Okay, I wish for eternal youth, I wish for unlimited wealth and I wish for world peace.”
“Done!”
And now, I am sitting on an island made of gold, with a baby doll and a talking dove named World Peace. So, yeah. Pretty peculiar.
It all started on my 30th birthday. My mom got me a blue bathrobe with “sugar, sugar” embroidered on the butt. Nice mom, nice. She said that it might help me find a man. Who was going to see me in a stupid fluffy bathrobe with idiotic words on it? Ugh.
My best friend took me out to dinner that night and gave me her gift. It was a beautiful, if a little silly, sculpture of a chicken. It was red, gold, and green with jeweled tail feathers. It looked very delicate. I thanked her and asked where she found it, she informed me that she saw it in an antique store window while she was on vacation. She said that it reminded her of me. Great, now my best friend thinks I’m a chicken. Not a very nice complement. I ordered the steak and potatoes for my dinner, while she ordered her usual salad with light vinaigrette dressing. She must also think I’m a fat meat and potato eating chicken. I was glad when this night was over.
I got home and put the admittedly pretty chicken sculpture on the mantlepiece, kicked my shoes off, threw my clothes in the hamper and put on the stupid bathrobe, which I have to admit was very comfortable.
I woke up on the couch in the middle of the night with the chicken on my chest. What the crap? I put that thing on the mantle! It was making a clicking noise. All of a sudden, It cracked right down the middle and a very bright, golden ball of light flew up from it and formed into a small, feathered person on my coffee table.
“Give me your wishes, I only have eternity you know.” It’s screechy voice scared me so badly that I threw the broken sculpture at it. It sailed right through whatever this thing was.
“Every time!” The little person screeches. “What is wrong with you humans? I come to give you wishes, and you throw things at me, so ungrateful!”
“What are you?” I manage.
“I am a Shaytan. I have been stuck in that stupid statue for ages and I have turned into a stupid chicken! So, do you want wishes or do you want to let me go? Because I really don’t like having things thrown at me.”
“Wishes? Like, whatever I want? How many?”
“Yes, yes, whatever you want. You get three” It says this with a wicked gleam in it’s eye and I completely forgot all the stories of genies and how they love to trick people.
“Okay, I wish for eternal youth, I wish for unlimited wealth and I wish for world peace.”
“Done!”
And now, I am sitting on an island made of gold, with a baby doll and a talking dove named World Peace. So, yeah. Pretty peculiar.
By Jessica M Caldwell
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