Wishful Thoughts Novels & Stories

Broke reader, right you could say that. They're my inspiration, motivation and also distraction. I'm an orphan with no one to take care of me, I wasn't that confident in myself. “ Today's red moon. Did you hear that our wishes will come true if we make a wish?” I heard some of my colleagues squealing happily and I just rolled my eyes. Nonsense. Who would believe those kind of words these days? How stupid. I shook my head to get rid of those silly thoughts of my fellow colleagues. Wishes come true? What a bullshit!

The moment Ida saw the unfamiliar pair approaching, she screamed again, “Stay away from me! Don’t come any closer!” Tobias also noticed the newcomers and raised a hand to stop Caitlin. “Who are you?” Caitlin deliberately spoke loudly, her voice carrying. “We’re from the Wish Management Bureau. We heard someone wanted to jump, so we’re here to help fulfill the final wish of the person who wants to die.” Everyone stared at her, puzzled. Wish Management Bureau? No one had heard of such a thing. But Caitlin turned her attention to Ida. “Ida, we heard you’re planning to end your life. I want to ask—do you have a final wish? If you tell me, I can help make it come true.”

Only and unless he'd grant me that one wish since I knew that, wishing to have he's heart was a null and futile wish of mine. Shutting my eyes, I exhaled a heavy, shaky breath. The moment the image of him with that red-haired lady in his office, the image that left me on edge and spiraled my emotions to the edge of seeking death and stupidly forgetting my mission all because of my stupid heart and irrational thoughts. Silly, me. Sliding my coat off my shoulders, a low guttural hiss left my mouth as the coat grazed against the hideous stitched would on my forearm, and I gritted my teeth harshly against each other in an attempt to suppress the searing pain that exploded through my left arm.

“This is a wish tree, but it doesn’t work like a typical wishing well. Instead, it reveals whether a wish can be fulfilled or not, and explains why it can or cannot be realized.” He continued, “I made a wish to be with Neil. The tree deity said the chance was zero and provided a reason that perfectly aligned with my thoughts.” There was a glimmer of resignation and acceptance in Peter’s eyes, suggesting he had been mentally prepared for this outcome. The wish tree seemed to possess a mystical power, revealing deep truths hidden within the heart.

Like if there was ever a figurative bridging shot then that footage had been corrupted en route to the metaphorical editing suite. Nevertheless, despite how sad I was, my roommate and I didn't stop hanging out, talking or having sex. For all intents and purposes, it was 'business as usual' in Apartment 202. As if the force majeure catastrophe wreaking havoc on my brain and heart wasn't a true cause for concern. Over the course of our strange, special friendship, I'd made many, many wishes that nothing between us would ever change... I'd wished for it whenever I read eleven-eleven on the clock, whenever I threw coins into fountains, whenever I 'pretended airplanes were shooting stars.' It was

“I’d wish for the same thing.” “It’s not fair,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “It’s not,” he agreed. A heavy silence settled between us. After a long period of contemplation, I exhaled. “It’s not worth wasting my wish on my wolf. There are better things to wish for. Like, what if one day we have a pup that gets really sick? Or even one of our siblings’ pups. And I wasted my wish on my stupid wolf. I’d feel like such an idiot.”

I frowned, looking back at them. He sighed, making me look back at him again, but his eyes remained on what he called ‘Wishers’ but from the softness of those emerald sparks in his eyes, I knew his mind was somewhere else. The soft hues from the sunlight and the Wishers appeared softer in the reflection of his unique eyes, but never allowing the vibrant colour to fade away. It seemed no matter what sort of light shone down on them they will always stay the bright seafoam colour, sharply. “They’re like those.. red seed dandelions for you humans.” He frowned, lost in thought of how to explain it to me, “They grant wishes -hence the name- but only if it chooses to change colour underneath your

I argued. "Not good enough," he retaliated. "You just made me realize that people who believe in long-term relationships and commitment merely hold onto wishful thinking. They're in love with the thought of "forever," "fate," and being "faithful," but at the end of the day, they're all just thoughts, just figments of their relationships—merely the ideal." "I—," he cut me off before I could even utter a sentence.

I knew they all had been staring , I could literally feel their eyes burning holes at the back of my bunny outfit. So here I am now , digging my small nap sack which I had brought from home . Speaking of home , I wonder if everything is okay there - hopefully no fire has mysteriously started or no thieves have robbed us dry of our assets and belongings. Calm down Rose… I tell myself. Honestly , I have this bad habit of thinking of the worst and sometimes , I feel that I think those things until they become real - the law of attraction , some call it. Anyway, I begin to think good thoughts about my home , hoping that everything is safe and secure - maybe , I should tell Jason to drive me ther

he muttered. "That's Fae," I corrected, standing up and dusting off my hands. "But hey, if you want to go the tragic route, be my guest. I’ll be over here, sipping tea and watching the drama. I like dramas." I turned to leave, but not before tossing one last piece of advice over my shoulder. "Oh, and be careful with those wishes," I called out. "They have a funny way of coming true when you least expect them to." I didn’t bother to wait for a response. After all, I had better things to do than sit around watching wolves dig their own graves. Like finding a good tree to nap under.