I Dream Of Djinn , Part Two (a work of fiction) (700 hits)
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Submitted by NavyJester <xlations.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2004-10-06 08:55:16 EDT
Three long weeks had passed before I decided to make my first wish.
The Djinn, Ashareer, had gone back into the water chamber of the hookah to rest and left me to ponder the possibilities. Of course I thought about usual temptuous things at first; greed, lust for power, lust for attention.
I could have been rich. Rich beyond my lifetime. But Abdul wished that, and was now dead.
I could have been powerful. My mind searched the consequences of this one. I did not want to have the power to control people's lives; it was too much of a burden. Say I should become a leading politician? The Djinn's deceptive ways could make it that I would be responsible for a nuclear holocaust, or worse.
Fame. Fame sounded good, but I was sure Ashareer would me make too famous, complete with an entourage and stalkers who follow.
I summoned Ashareer that night to ask him some questions.
"What is your wish, O Master?"
"I desire no wish, Ashareer. Tell me, what cannot I wish for?"
The Djinn rose his eyebrows quizically. "Master, verily you are considering your choices, and being careful. This is a good thing.
"You cannot wish to become God, for that is not in my power. I can make you godlike. However, I do not recommend this, as your human self certainly would not be able to control such power.
I nodded in agreement. "What else?"
"Love. You can wish for love, but it is most certainly not guaranteed you will find it. You can wish for others to adore you, but I assure it is the most dire consequences that will follow. Others will love you, but will be most unhappy, as this is not their will, but yours."
Again, I agreed with the hovering figure, knowing full well what happened to Abdul and his wish.
"Would you care to make a wish, my Master?" A smile crept over Ashareer's face.
"Indeed, Ashareer. I will make my wish now." I had thought long hours, and could foresee no consequences to this wish.
The Djinn looked up. I spoke.
"I wish that I could play every musical instrument masterfully." The Djinn's face lit up.
"Your wish is my command, my Master."
The thunderous boom emitted when Ashareer clapped his hands together. Bright light, so bright that I couldn't see, emitted from the Djinn's lifeless, doll-like, shiny eyes. I shut my eyes, and still the light blinded me.
The pain. The pain rushed through my head as nothing I had ever felt before. The knowledge of musical instruments, inside and out, made my brain feel like a million tiny needles were prodding it. My body writhed with the pain emitted from my head; musical notes, octaves, beats, scales, keys, all burying themselves deep with my skull. It was indeed painful. The vaults of knowledge being implanted now into brain was overwhelming.
More pain. I tried to scream out in agony, but apparently along with my wish, Ashareer considered the voice to be a musical instrument. My vocal chords stretched and ripped, reforming together. I felt my lungs balloon, and the diaphragm, feeling as it were smashed into millions of pieces, reforming larger now.
I squirmed on my apartment floor, doing nothing but holding my head and throat. The fingers themselves felt as if they were growing out of the skin, tiny, unused muscles developed over the bone.
Outside, physically, I remained unchanged. For what seemed like hours I was in unbearable pain. I heard Ashareer speak as the terror and inner metamorphosis subsided into a calm, wavy feeling of peace.
"Your wish has been granted, my Master." Ashareer looked exhausted. He nodded his head in servitude, and escaped back into his bottle.
I searched the apartment for ten minutes before I found the harmonica my father had given me for my fourteenth birthday. I put the instrument to my lips, and blew into it.
Only what I can describe as divine sound escaped from the flimsy little metal finger. I was playing harmonica, and it was better and sweeter than anything I had ever heard. The sound filled my ears with such a richness, it was as if God himself commanded it.
Quickly, I threw the harmonica down. I would need to learn self control to prevent playing music too much. The sound was addictive, and playing was now second nature to me. Quickly I loaded a Tool compact disc into my stereo. Immediately I was imitating, and adding to, Danny Carey's drums, all merely drumming my hands on my thighs. It was exhilarating! I had to stop.
My intention was to bring sweet music to everyone. I felt it was a benevolent and charitable act, as all people love music. I also felt it was a way to have the money, fame, and power, but on a much smaller scale.
But then again, the road to hell is laid with good intentions...
TO BE CONTINUED
Part one: http://www.ubersite.com/m/47164
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Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2006-12-07 21:19:44 EST (#)
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Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2006-12-07 21:19:31 EST (#)
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Def. a shame it wasn't finished.
Others should try - that might be fun. I'd enjoy reading the different takes on the ramifications of this wish, and what the next two would be.
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2006-12-07 15:37:15 EST (#)
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Nice.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-12-07 15:28:08 EST (#)
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It is a real shame that this was never finished.
Submitted by VerbOrgy (user info) at 2004-11-21 14:37:49 EST (#)
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Please finish this.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2004-10-06 21:09:04 EDT (#)
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Coolness.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2004-10-06 10:31:44 EDT (#)
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Har har Jared.
Submitted by JMG114 (user info) at 2004-10-06 09:14:36 EDT (#)
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Good, and released just in time for Aladdin's debut on DisneyDVD!