She always looked up at the night sky before she went to bed. It was a habit she'd picked up as a young girl, and had never dropped it. Something about the celestial glow and glittering stars was comforting.
Her mother had told her to find the biggest star she could see, and make a wish. So she did. She wished for toys and luck and happiness and each time she wished, she would receive. Only, this star she kept wishing on, was not really a star at all. It was a satellite. Recording each request she had for it. The agent tasked with fulfilling her wishes was nothing but compliant, feeling almost like a father to her. Of course, she had no idea. To her it was her magical star.
As she progressed into her teen years, things began to change. She no longer wished for pretty dresses and little ponies. She wished for money and boys and alcohol, and the unknown agent could only oblige. It wasn't until she was seventeen that she wished for something that raised red flags.
"I wish he was dead!" She screamed at the sky, her mascara running down tear-stained cheeks. The boy in question had been her boyfriend, who had been seeing her best friend behind her back.
"I wish they were both dead!"
The agent sighed. He couldn't refuse.
This was going to be one hell of a wish to fulfil.
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A/N: This is quite a short one, but the idea is to write it as a fairly short story, with no sequel or prequel or anything. Twenty chapters maximum.
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Samples.
RandomFrom "chapter 7- A Flash Flood of Colour" onward are samples of possible books I could work on. 1-6 are one-shots and short stories.
