Genie Story
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Youth Sections
"The Braves Arise " |
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 by Arman Koul (Age: 11 years) |
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 t was late at night; I was sleeping soundly in my bed. Suddenly, I was awoken by a loud thud coming from my backyard. Boom! I jumped out of bed. “What was that?” I thought to myself. I tried to open my window to get a better view but the window wouldn’t budge. I quickly thought of what the reasons for the thud could be. “Maybe a huge meteorite crashed into our backyard and aliens will come down and take over the earth,” I thought, “or maybe an airplane crashed into the backyard and there was a huge fire?", my thoughts continued. Of course both of these theories were highly improbable but I was too tired to think straight. I yawned even as I was filled to the brim with curiosity! I tiptoed out of my room and made sure my brother and family were sound asleep, then sprinted down the stairs and out of the door. I looked in the backyard to see what had happened. There was a glimmer of light coming from the colossal maple leaf tree in the corner of my backyard.This was getting juicy. I was anxious and scared at the same time. I wanted to know what the light was but there was a faint voice inside me saying “Don’t do it Arman as it is not worth it.” I decided to ignore the voice. I was about to find out soon that this would be the best decision of my life. I looked behind the maple tree. There was an old lamp. I thought it was an old, crappy antique that one of the neighbors threw out because it was smelling bad. It was really probable because this thing smelt worst than my mother’s Spinach Surprise (Just to let you know that wasn’t really a compliment for the dish). “Wow, it’s an old lamp” I said sarcastically; "Amazing". But all of a sudden I heard a disgruntled sound coming from the lamp. “Holy Fashisle” I cried as I fell backwards onto the soft, luscious, green grass. I cautiously stood up. A muffled voice continued to come from the old lamp. When I finally worked up the courage to pick up the lamp I was chattering so hard that I thought my teeth would fall out. I slowly tried to rub the dust off the lamp. Purple haze was coming out from the Ancient lamp. I was starting to feel woozy. I thought that I was going to pass out right there and then. And that’s what happened. When I woke up I was lying down on a colossal chocolate chip cookie. I’m not kidding. I was actually lying down on a gigantic cookie. I looked around me to find ice cream, snickers, skittles and other treats. This was either heaven or I was dreaming. The haze was still there. Then all of a sudden a figure arose from the haze. It wasn’t any normal figure; I had a queer feeling about this figure. It was big, with blue skin and the weirdest of all, it had no legs; it seemed to be hovering in the air over the ground. It was wearing a baseball cap with the front turned sideways. “Hello puny earthling I am a genie supreme, the supreme life form in this universe. My name is Bob and I have been on this stupid planet, in this stuffy lamp for 500,000 years, which has made me so grumpy that I am going to lay out the rules I want” exclaimed Bob. I couldn’t believe my luck. A real genie was inside this lamp and I was standing on a giant cookie. How I longed to sink my teeth into that chewy, soft, scrumptious chocolate cookie. “Mr. Bob genie guy…” I began to ask. “Yes you can take a bite of the cookie.” he sighed “Anyway, since you have rubbed my lamp you are now my master. I am entitled to give you three wishes. But these wishes cannot be to the disadvantage or suffering of others. You only have three, so choose carefully earthling.” Without thinking it over I screamed I wish that I was king of the world.” You see what I did not know was that a genie is extremely crafty and he would do whatever he could to make sure your wishes go to waste. When I said I wanted to be king of the world I meant I wanted everyone to love me and for my subjects to respect me. Then the genie summoned the haze again and I closed my eyes and dosed off. To my surprise and the genie’s delight I woke up to angry protest screams. As I suddenly opened my eyes and looked around, the walls were decorated with famous paintings and there was exquisite beauty spilling from all around me. “The genie wasn’t a phony” I thought. “He is actually real.” I was drowned in my thoughts for a moment until the genie advised “I think that you should get to your subjects King Arman.” That’s what took me back to reality. There was complaining coming from outside the window and I looked out. My subjects were protesting against me. “No more Arman. No more Arman” they were chanting. Two men broke into my palace and before I knew it they were up to my room. “What do you want with me?” I asked. “What do we want with you, you ask. What we want is for you to lower our taxes. We don’t want to be forced to fight for the army. We want to make our own choices,” one of the men yelled “But I just came here… the genie… castle… my kingdom… lamp,” I couldn’t find the right words to speak with the two men. “Genie, I wish that I was a football player in the Super Bowl and I was about to make the game winning catch” I cried out. Before I knew it the haze was back and I slowly shut my eyes and fell asleep. When I woke up I was sleeping on the bench in the Super Bowl. I looked at the scoreboard it is 5 seconds left on the clock 4th quarter and my team, the New England Patriots were down, 13-17 to the San Diego Chargers. Last play, a pass play with me as the primary receiver. Tom Brady (Quarterback) hiked the ball and I ran my route perfectly. The throw was there but the catch wasn’t. I missed the ball. It all seemed to happen at once; the gasping, the crowd on their feet, the miss, the screaming, and the booing. My teammates where crowding around asking me why I missed the catch. Why, why, why, why, why? I had taken enough. “I want to go home” I screamed. I didn’t care who heard it. I just wanted to go home. The purple haze was back. But this time heavier than ever. I couldn’t see a thing but I slowly drifted off to sleep knowing that I would be in the comfort and safety of my home soon. I awoke the next morning filled to the brim with excitement. I felt around. This was definitely my bed. I looked around; this was my room, my house. I jumped up out of my bed and sprinted down stairs filled with glee. The End. I hope that you liked the story! |
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*Arman Koul is a 11 years old, 5th grade student from Andover, MA. He enjoys reading, music and sports, not necessarily in that order. |
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