Twisted Tales Contest

Everything changed the moment Evette watched the awaited shooting star flash through the sky, and said the magical words.

"I wish."

The commencement of a catastrophe overruled as the still Earth beneath her quivered and contorted violently. A throbbing angry echo pierced the air like a fervent slashing thunder. A hail of coldness dripped imperiously, standing witness to the desolate sky as it collapsed like a twirling thread on a spindle. She watched the roaring upheaval of matter as it swallowed her into a moment of intended cataclysm. And that's when all the noise and colors of civilization sank into an all obliterating blackness.

Evette felt herself float in a hollow bubble of nothingness. Drenched in silence, she adjusted her glasses as her eyes watched the unrolling ribbons of darkness. She felt a surprising, interior shock that was almost like a new recognition.

"So that's what it's like for the world to end. Does it have to be so dark? What's wrong with the world ending in light? I wish I could see the light."
Thin fingers of white light began to pursue the insolent darkness, spreading feverishly until it was all too bright.

"Wow, that's better. I just wish I had a cup of water. I'm so thirsty."
A curtain of disbelief fell over her as she watched with, wide frozen eyes, a cup of cool water materialize in the palm of her hand. It was difficult to disinter the makings of this new formed reality, or was it her imagination playing tricks on her? She quenched her thirst with the magnificent, cool liquid, and then looked about at the dazzling whiteness surrounding her. A thought formulated in her head, and she decided to put it to test.

"I wish I could have a … hamburger. I want it big and juicy with pickles and horseradish mustard." Evette watched again in bewilderment as the big sandwich she requested sprang to existence. She took a nibble, just to make sure it had pickles and horseradish mustard, and very much deliciously, it did.
A devious smile crossed her thin lips. The possibilities were infinite. She could create her own, new world, and bring into existence everything she craved, everything she wanted, and everything she needed. "I could be a sorceress, no a queen, or perhaps a goddess, wishing everything I want into existence!" Excitement spiraled in high tides through her chubby physique, as she felt expectation and anxiety running neck and neck.

A sharp ache tugged at her heart and her eyes traveled one more time to the burger. Hot tears swelled and trickled as memories came back flooding. She remembered how it was like to sit alone in the school cafeteria with no fiends at her side. She recalled the sneers, the insults and the humiliation being overweight impinged on her. "Freak", "Cow" " Fatso". Painful words. How easy it was for others to hurl words that were like a stabbing, merciless knife.
Wasn't it enough that she had to get her Insulin injection twice a day. As if the complications of this disease weren't debilitating enough. Evette's fingers trailed along the frame of her glasses; she touched the tip of her nose lightly, and then looked at her blister inflicted feet.

The noise of her empty stomach snapped her back to the present. She decided to push away the spiteful memories, and concentrate on this new, incredible reality.

"I'm hungry, now let's see …. I wish I could live in a land of food, and not just any food, I want everything I'm banned from because of my illness!"
The vague "all-over whiteness" transformed slowly in front of her eyes into a marvelous, mouth watering plateau of unusual proportions.
Evette found herself standing in the middle of a golden beach made of crispy, honey tinged, and "sugar sprinkled cereal". Dried fruits of all sorts were scattered along her path. She walked a little bit ahead to find a frothy sea of milk that glistened invitingly. A boat of french toast stood waiting for her. She decided to hop in and sail through this appetizing spectacle. Windy whiffs of vanilla accelerated the sail of the boat allowing her to inspect the wonderful sight that came in view. Towering mountains of pancakes topped with dripping honey and maple syrup almost touched the clouds of white meringues. She looked heavenward and watched a lofty honey bun light the sky. The glorious sail ended as the boat found shore. Evette stepped out, and stood still for a moment taking in full view what lay ahead. Luring chocolate chip cookies loomed sideways along her yet untrodden trail. Scrumptious pastries stood tall like trees, and little glazed cupcakes coupled with cinnamon rolls littered her way. Evette sat on a large banana bread and started to ponder in thought, and just when she decided what to eat for breakfast, she noticed the little chocolate shrub that harbored luscious strawberries. A pond of whipped cream stood not very far from where she sat.
After having breakfast Evette dusted the little crumbs off her clothes, and realized in surprise that she was still hungry. "I'd love some french fries and pasta, something spicy too."

A strange looking flower appeared out of nowhere. Evette inspected it to find out it was made of crispy petal like fries with a mound of ketchup in its center. A large puddle of spaghetti Bolognese materialized as well and close by there was another puddle, only this time filled with curry chicken and steaming rice.
Evette ate until she could eat no more; she felt tired and decided to call it a day and go to sleep. So this was day one in this spectacular new world. She called it FEAST DAY.

Day two started with an itch in her nostrils. She opened her sleepy eyes and yawned slightly. The lovely delicious world of food was waiting for her, but today she didn't feel like eating much. She closed her eyes and decided to make a new wish.

"I wish I could wake up in a beautiful garden with fragrant flowers everywhere." She opened her eyes to a canvas of a complex painting of aromas. A smile was brought to her face as whiffs of blooming daphne seeped into her nose. Fleeting perfumes danced and infused the air, enticing her dormant sense of smell. The aroma of ripe apples and pumpkins trees reminded her of the holidays. There was also the potent and musky smell of roses and hybrid oleanders together with the unusual spicy floral scent of pink carnations and trumpet lilies. Evette also traced the sugary smell of pomegranates and vanilla beans.
"Beautiful! Well, a cup of candy smelling caramel cappuccino will do for this morning." Immediately a steamy, frothy cappuccino with sugary whiffs materialized in front of her. And so the day passed with her taking in all the sweet and exotic smells that surrounded her. She called this SCENT DAY.
The next four days unfurled with all her desires and wishes. Day three was dedicated for touching the most expensive -in Earth standards- fabrics of silk, velvet, taffeta, and organza and weaving them through simply wishing into extravagant furniture and intricate dresses. She also enjoyed wearing gold and splendid gems like, emerald and ruby. So she called it LAVISH DAY.

MELODY Day came with her dancing and singing with her favorite songs and music.

VANITY DAY was for beautifying herself. She transformed her overweight shapeless body, to one fit for a model with a tiny waist. Her droopy eyes became wide and a bit slanted to convey an exotic sort of charm. Her frizzy red hair became long cascading curls of flaming gold. She summoned a mirror and looked approvingly at her new makeover.

On the sixth day Evette woke up feeling perfect. She was a royal, elegant queen, with the world's riches and treasures at her feet. "I think it's time for a charming prince."
A magnificent swarthy young man came in view. His arms bulged with muscles radiating his strength. His dark eyes promised love and his tall athletic figure promised sexual fulfillment. This was SEX DAY.

So six days had passed in this intriguing new world, where she wished everything she wanted into creation. Yet the troublesome edge that haunted her in her past life snuck through a back door in her mind. She had everything a woman needs; she had food, scents, lavish goods, melody, music and a strong man.

"Why is it that I'm not happy?" She asked herself desperately. Perhaps it was simply human nature, with its insatiable need for imperfection. Perhaps this very freedom kept her in prison, bounding her and gagging her with its ease and perfection. Or perhaps, this world represented the promise of unique happiness which she was not well enough equipped to grasp.
"I want to feel truly beautiful and I want to be loved for real. I don't want things to happen just because I willed them to happen, but because they were meant to happen. I want to deserve everything, and I want to be loved for who I am, even if I were fat and ugly."

Soft indecision hovered over her as she pondered furthermore in thought.
"I could create more people. Nice people who could admire my beauty and try to get closer to me. I could be the center of attention. recreate my entire school. Bring Betty Adams to this world and instead of having to listen to her insult, i could listen to her praise."

She finally made her decision.
"I want to go back to my old life. Anything I create here isn't real. "

Another cataclysmal moment of weakness and strength transferred her from the world of perfection into the deep dismal abyss of darkness. Again Evette found herself floating in the all reigning dark, wondering if wishing her way into the light would work this time. She stayed in the dark for what seemed like forever until she finally lost hope.
"Evette honey, stay with me. Please you have to wake up from this." The familiar voice seared Evette into consciousness. Her eyes fluttered slightly as the slippery surface of reality came in full view.
"What happened, where am I?"
"You went into a diabetic coma. Thank God I came in and discovered you. You were out cold for seven minutes!"
Those seven minutes were the most perfect and most beautiful elapsed time in Evette's life, yet she chose to come back to her weary, depressing life. How perfect it makes us to be imperfect, and how satisfied we are when yearning and longing for the unattainable.
"Evette honey, it's going to be all right."
"I know mother, I know."
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