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BadAss
BadAss
Charioteer

Jul-13-2007 20:01

Your wish is my command. Allan Lardin felt quite relaxed as he was seated in his comfortable leather armchair. He whispered these words again.....your wish is my command. As far as he could remember no one ever told him that before. He just liked the sound of it. Imagine everyone would reply to you like that. Like the cop that wants to book you for speeding. Officer, could you do me a favor and tear up what you are just writing? Yes sir, your wish is my command. You walk into the office of your boss and demand an instant raise of salary. Well, yeah, sure Mr. Lardin, YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND.

Allan Lardin is 41 and senior editor of a publishing company. He’s lucky enough he can walk the distance every day from his office to his home. That is if he isn’t working at home. Allan loves to take his time while he’s walking his way back home. He’ll always make sure to eat a sandwich at a bench in the park or hang around for a while at the newspaper stand where you can buy that delicious hazelnut flavoured coffee for less than a dollar. It has an awarding effect on him to see how everyone seems to be in a rush and always running out of time while he can take it easy before deadlines are getting too close. Like something he has earned. Besides that, no one will be waiting for him to come home either. That’s how it has always been, even when he was a child. With no intention to buy anything at all Allan felt like blending in with the crowd at the little market place. There’s a market every Friday. He always wondered why not on a Saturday or Sunday. Then again what other excuses would there be left for unsatisfied housewives to leave home without the neighbours becoming too suspicious. Oh please do shut up, he hears himself muttering. Most of the market stands he wasn’t really interested in unless he had one of his candy moods.

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BadAss
BadAss
Charioteer

Jul-13-2007 20:26

His own mistake. I still can’t believe how he managed to overlook such a thing with all these tenants he had so far. He learned his lesson well after that I can tell you. You happened to be the first case he had to deal with such a matter as all his other tenants never gave him a hard time paying their rent. The guy just assumed he could trust them. You learned him otherwise.

So I guess this makes me a bad person now? Not really.....I realize all too well that worse things than that happen all the time. It was a jerky thing you did and it doesn’t quite make you adorable but I suppose it can be put on the count that you were young, reckless and inconsiderate. A typical middle class teenager. Aren’t you the cynic now? Maybe...you could have done something far worse the year after when you and your college buddies went to Cancun for spring break. You, Todd and Lyle were sharing a hotel room if I’m not mistaken. No, you’re not.....you just keep amazing me. I bet. Does the name Joan Clemence still ring a bell? You know, that girl from Wisconsin. During a night that you and your pals were in a drunken stupor the three of you came to the idea to talk her into your room. The main idea was to cut a piece of her pubic hair by means of a trophy. Lucky for you that you just had about enough of your senses left not to do it. But don’t take too much credit for that Lardin. You only dropped it because you were afraid of the possible ramifications and not so much for your concern about the girl’s feelings. Your good buddy Todd later got convicted for raping a girl at campus didn’t he? Yes...Have you ever wondered, Allan, why it’s so hard for you to relate to anyone at all? Did you ever really love someone? I had relationships before. Yes, and they all failed miserably. Your affair with Faye seemed to be very promising though....Don’t you get into that! Why not? It’s none of your bloody business okay? What are you trying to hide Allan? We both now what happened...

BadAss
BadAss
Charioteer

Jul-13-2007 20:29

Shut up!!! I guess you must have loved her at first but then you broke your emotional attachments to her after you found out she developed a cancer. Shut up your fucking mouth!!! What was I supposed to do? Hold her hand all the time in the hospital and watching her to become a shadow of herself??? And every hope for recovery being crushed time after time??? You didn’t even say goodbye to her Allan. You just stopped visiting her, leaving her alone to die. You couldn’t even bring yourself to attend to her funeral. And that’s the truth my friend.

Something broke in Allan. His eyes were filled with tears and his heart got filled with an intense blackness. You still need to get in terms with that instead of taking it out to others. You have no idea how much your bitterness affected others. Like the case with that young promising author. What’s his name......oh, yeah! Darren Harmisch! You must remember him, Allan. Didn’t you review his debut novel named “Fainted Love”? It was partly fictitious and partly biographical. It gave a very accurate depiction of what it’s like to love someone who has cancer. Must have been very painful how it was all rubbed in your face. It was an honest, taboo breaking book and if you weren’t so bitter you might have approached it from a different angle. You could have easily resigned yourself from that job for understandable reasons but instead you preferred to dip your pen in poison and write devastating comments. On top of that you used all your influence and connections to prevent that book to be published. Eventually poor Darren found a smaller publishing company but his work got printed in a small edition and he couldn’t get the promotional back up he deserved. Since his literary experience gave him such a bad aftertaste Darren gave up his writing and found himself a job as a salesman for a pharmaceutical company. I bet he must have sold medication to treat cancer. Isn’t that just ironic Allan? Allan?

BadAss
BadAss
Charioteer

Jul-13-2007 20:29

Allan could have sworn he was slapped in his face. He blinked his eyes a couple of times and stared at a visage that seemed vaguely familiar to him. The good part was that he wasn’t looking at a horrific demonic creature anymore. Instead the spitting image of Darren Harmisch was standing in front of him. Why must you torture me like that? The younger man with blonde wavy hair smiled. You have to admit I look rather handsome, no? I’d say that the power of transformation is one of my favorites. Though invisibility is kinda fun too. Squeezing boobies and see the wrong guy getting slapped in the face for that. Hilarious! I bet your life is full of immature pranks like that. I’ve been serving humans for thousands of years but you can’t expect me to have a heart for them as I explained you already. I don’t mean to rush you but you only have about 50 minutes left for your final wish.

I really messed up didn’t I? Alright I was a miserable spoilt son of a bitch during most of my years as a teenager and later as a student. But I was always going for straight A’s and I wrote some impressive essays. I never said you were bad at your job, Allan. But I failed miserably in my relationships and I should have been there with Faye when she needed me the most. I hated myself for my cowardice and selfishness and made innocent people suffer dearly for that. I’m pathetic. I can’t say I’m a good person and I’m even too much of a coward to be evil. I lack the personality to be either. And now that I had the chance to make up for something by being granted three wishes I mess up again. First out of greed, then out of stupidity. But you’re filthy rich now Allan. Right.....but all that money will never make up for what I did to Faye. I just wish I could start over again with making my wishes.


BadAss
BadAss
Charioteer

Jul-13-2007 20:30

Allan was sitting in his comfy armchair when he heard the doorbell ring. . Halfway expecting to be dealing with a Jehovah’s witness, Allan was slightly surprised when he examined the person standing in front of him. He estimated this guy to be in his early thirties. The suit he was wearing must have easily costed $ 1,000 and it seemed like he just paid a visit to the hairdresser’s. Allan noticed a tie pin in the shape of a horseshoe. This stranger also carried a fine leather briefcase with him. Pleased to meet you, sir. My name is Gene Satious and I’ll guarantee you that you will find it a very good investment if I can have just a little moment of your time. Allan shook his well-manicured hand. Delighted Mr. Satious and pardon me for being so bold but could you tell me what this is all about? No problem, Mr. Lardin, no problem at all. How would you feel if I told you that you won the lottery and then multiply that feeling with 3? WAIT A MINUTE!!! This happened before!!! That’s right Allan. Remember your last wish? All your money is gone but now you have the chance to start with a clean sheet. Sign another contract and let’s get this over with now shall we? Gene handed over his golden pen and Allan signed his second contract. What will be your first wish now? Okay.....I want......twenty million dollar in $100 denominations please. Gene looked Allan straight in his eyes. Consider it done. What’s your next wish? I want to write a book that will win the Noble prize for literature. Granted. What will be your final wish? I want to look more handsome than I ever did. Keep checking your mirror every morning. Alright, that’s it then. Time for me to go into my slumbering once more. No need to polish that lamp again as it only works once. Bye for now and good luck with your future life.

BadAss
BadAss
Charioteer

Jul-13-2007 20:31

Allan closed the door the moment Gene left the house. It takes a lot more brains to outsmart me sucker! Let me see, first thing I got to do is collect all that money and deposit it on my account. Can’t wait to see that bank director lick my ass. The whole time Allan felt an awkward tickling feeling all over his skin. Gradually he saw his face regenerating until he could easily pass for a 28-year old man. His hair became darker and thicker and he completely lost his overweight. His cheekbones were more protruding and his eyebrows made a beautiful contour. He had a dark, velvet look in his eyes. His musculature became more athletic and he just seemed a lot more healthier and energetic. Oddly enough his attraction for women only seemed to have limited success. First there was a period of denial but after a while he had to admit to himself that there were men who looked at him in a different way. It was a brand new experience to him. And he wasn’t sure what to do with that. Having so much money he decided to use a small amount for speculation on the stock exchange. After some successful investments he got himself and advanced laptop and software applications to keep track with the stock exchange rates and make sure he could buy and sell at any given time. Convinced of his own expertise he used a great deal of his financial assets for the trade of emission rights of which he believed that was the market of the future. Little could he predict that environmental lobbies exerted such a pressure that the Treaty of Kyoto had to be reviewed as the belief grew stronger that the original treaty only caused perversions such as the whole trade in emission rights. Remaining emission quota couldn’t be sold from company to company anymore. For Allan this meant his financial Armageddon. It took a while before he could bring himself to write a book. By that time he was already in his sixties. He wrote a powerful novel that eventually got nominated for the Noble prize.

BadAss
BadAss
Charioteer

Jul-13-2007 20:32

After an unanimous decision by the jury he was awarded with the Noble prize for literature some five years after he died from cancer. And all the time no one visited him in the hospital.

biggie528
biggie528
Lucky Stiff

Jul-16-2007 08:28

Welcome back to the boards, Badass :)

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