Genie Curtains

My curtains are never fully closed at night. But of course, you already knew that didn’t you. That’s right, I see your telescope. I like that you do it. I out on a show. Wait, what? Sidetracked! Blasted stalkers distracting me. My curtain allows for me to have a direct line of sight out of my window from where my head rests on my pillow. Naturally, like most things I do, there’s a weird reason behind it. It’s so that every single night, I can stare out and wish upon the first star I see (unless it’s cloudy and I can’t see any stars in which case I normally don’t sleep well). Yes, I do the entire “Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight…” chant out loud, and yes it’s the same exact wish every night because I’m a 7 year old desperate for my pony. 

It reminds me though, a long time ago in a car boot sale up the road, I bought what looked like a genies lamp in the hopes that I would be granted 3 wishes. Honestly speaking, I have more than one but for now let’s pretend I wasnt a desperate child. It may come as a surprise, but I never got my wishes…

Imagine if I did though. Obviously, I’d have to make my first wish the wish I chant to the stars every night. But what of the others? Let’s pretend that my second wish was to allow you yourself to have the final wish. That’s right, you get a free wish, so you better not waste it on chocolate or a pinball machine… 

Lets setup the parameters of course. All of the traditional limitations apply, so no wishing for more wishes and such. Theres no monkey paw or the deathly hallows type of deal where everything is taken incredibly literally, typically endung negatively, because screw that. Let’s say your wish has to be possible, so no superhuman flight etc, but… Yes… you can get that pinball machine still… most people probably know their wish instantly, it’s a wish after all. I’d be surprised if you didn’t have any wishes. When you’ve come up with your wish, please read onwards. 
What if… the wish could be something impossible? You could bring back a lost loved one, be granted with a never ending bottle if clean water, still get that blooming pinball machine. Does it actually change what your wish was? For me it doesn’t… and I like to think of that as inspiration, and perhaps you can too. That wish if yours? That could happen. Wow…

If your wish did change though, then who’s to say that today’s impossible is tomorrow’s possible. I hope that’s the case for you. 

Good luck with your wish

Thanks for reading

 : : Ruby ❤ : : 

Arctic Hearts

The young boy, of about sixteen, was wearing a white graphic shirt, with a panda on the front, though it had started to fade and crack from their overuse and fondness of this shirt. It was crushed into their torn black jeans only at the front, and it loosely hung from the back, forced against their back due to the grey deformed Mi backpack being strung onto their back also. The gel in the boy’s blackened dense hair forced the front to ramp upwards, and left the rest of it to be untreated.

He walked up the buzzing high street, and confronted their friend. She cheekily waved at him, then started to rush from the wall they were leaning on and went to hug him. The girl’s arms wrapped around the entirety of the boy’s torso and the bag, though the boy’s arms were positioned perfectly outwards from his body, and a gaping smile on his face. The girl didn’t want to question this about the boy, though upon backing up she had no choice to. The boy was frozen in position, out of place from the rushing crowds roaring around them both. His eyes were closed, as though caught when blinking, and their arms continued to seem inviting to the girl. The boy stayed like this for years, frozen in this spot and this position.

The boy stayed like this for years, frozen in this spot and this position. After it was realised that nothing could be done to help the boy, he was more turned into an exhibition piece on that street. It was immoral to move the boy, as he had once done this before, and he eventually broke out of his trance. Everyone hoped that he would someday be free from it again. The girl, for the first few months, went to visit the boy every chance they could. They always brought two bottles of Pepsi Max with them, just in case he came to. He never did… Not for a while.

When he came to, the story spread itself across every page of every newspaper. After being lovingly reunited with his family, the boy went to see the girl they were originally planning to meet. It took a lot of his strength to knock on her door. It took even more strength to walk away once he realised that she had moved on. It had been over a decade after all…

Later that year, the man walked up the same high street, though this time he was wearing a black shirt, neatly tucked in behind a solid belt, holding up their light yet faded blue jeans. Their wallet was noticeably forced into their back pocket, causing an awkward indent, along with a modern watch on their left arm. A woman soon after walked up to him, and they greeted and laughed with one another. Following the trends of his boyish charm, the man held out a small batch of flowers for the woman to take. When she started to reach for them, the man started to become worried, as anyone would on showing their first act of love towards someone, and continued to hold them out steadily. The woman took them with both hands, thrusting them towards her nose and letting the fumes engulf her mind with joy. The man continued to hold out his hands…

It didn’t get as much attention this time. Even the previous time, people had little care for him, besides for the groups of people online forming conspiracies. Besides the rarity of finding a story online with them being symbolic for love, everyone started to mock him. Swarms of photoshop images spreading across the internet of the man holding different items. No matter how hard he tried, he could not love without this happening to him. He just froze for years once more…

When he came to, his family reunited with him again, even though they saw him every week where he was being kept in a hospital, having to stand in the position they originally froze in. It was a sad sight, though his family always reuniting with him with the same enthusiasm as the last times.

Though the world wanted the gentleman to give up chasing love, he couldn’t give up. He felt selfish, wanting to try again in case something changed. Twice more it happened, and two more women slipped through his grasp. The time he was frozen for seemed random, some lasting over a decade, others lasting just a couple, though each tortured him the same.

The gentleman, he had recently reached 60. This time was going to be his last try, and then he would give up with love for the rest of his days. He had lost contact with his family, given that they would always try and persuade him to stop trying. He couldn’t stop, and a small part of him knew that this wasn’t actually going to be his last try should it not work.

Once again, he strolled up the high street wearing a tattered and torn brown waistcoat, a chain in his pocket dangling loosely in front of him due to the angle in which his back declined. He was the most cautious he had ever been when she showed up. The lady was of a similar age to the man, though unlike the others did not recognise him from the papers. She allowed the man to put his arm around her, in order to take her jacket off. He never even managed to fully take her jacket off…

Not for seven years anyway, where they both unfroze together. They stood next to each other, both looking at one another in amazement. For the first time, he smiled after escaping the trance. The man replaced the jacket on her shoulders once more, and they examined the hospital room in which they were both standing together in.

Outside of the hospital, they continued to walk with one another until they eventually reached the restaurant in which they had originally booked. He was able to take her coat off, pull out her chair, and live the remainder of his life happily with her. He had beaten life’s game.

Just wondering…

Have you ever wanted to place a slinky at the top of an escalator?

It’s the type of thing I wish I could do, but I just know that someone is either going to steal it when they’re going up the escalator, it’s going to get knocked or it’s going to reach the bottom really fast. This is the type of thing that makes me want to go out and buy an escalator.

But how does one go about doing that? It’s not like escalators are a common thing, you never see them as a replacement for stairs in houses. Hell, most airports can’t even afford escalators which go upwards, they just go longways. What a pity!

I’m going to need to buy an escalator assembly kit off of Amazon, that sounds like a good idea! Or, better yet, I could make one out of Lego! That’d be amazing. I wonder how many pieces that would take, and the price of this given that each lego piece is approximately worth 10p… You know what? I don’t care how much it costs.

Now I just need somewhere to put it. It can’t replace my own stairs in my house, if it’s made out of Lego then there is no way it can support the weight of a person. It can’t replace anything, it would need its own space.

So I’d have to buy a small plot of land in Scotland somewhere. Doesn’t sound too hard, right? Better yet, I would be known as Lord Ruby. That sounds pretty cool if you ask me, and I’m the type of guy who twiddles their fake moustache and adjusts their fake monocle constantly.

Then I’d need to transport everything out there. There’s no way in which I could persuade my parents to drive me all the way to Scotland just to build some Lego for my slinky… I’d probably catch a train given my fear of losing luggage on planes. Even then, I’d need lots of seats in order to have somewhere to put all my boxes of Lego bricks.

After that, I would probably need some people to help me build it. First we would have to design it of course, and then building it would be the fun part. To design it, I would need to become popular enough so that enough people support this idea of mine. How do I become famous?

So I just googled “how to become famous”… Okay, I lied. I clicked on how to become an actress” instead. Don’t judge me, my attention span is crippling me.

You know, then there’s the money that I would need to somehow gain in order to fund all of this. As stupid as it sounds, no one is going to fund this idea.

Then I’d need something to put the escalator under, some kind of roof to prevent rain. Some kind of building to prevent it from being broken or stolen…

You know, I just won’t do it. It’s dumb. I just won’t ever push my slinky down some stairs again.

Just thought it’d be cool if it could never run out of stairs, to be honest.