"Man...I never thought my life would be over so fast." Taylor collapsed on his bed after a day at work. He was classified as an average joe, but he was slightly overweight. His messy brown hair was even more messier now. He sighed, "Work, chores, and now college...my friends are right. I'm not getting anything out of life." At 18, you would think he would have more choices in life. The college course he was taking was for a good job, and his paycheck is average, but things were slow to him. There was much more he wanted to do in life, so much more. He constantly read stories or saw drawings of amazing stuff on the internet, but he never could do that. Especially since half of it was fictional. He sighed once more, "I just wish...I wish I could have more to life then what I have."
He sat up, putting a hand through his greasy hair. "Maybe after a nice shower..." As he pulled off his shirt, his discarded clothing fell onto a box. Taylor eyed the box, since he always kept his room clean. He took his shirt off of the box and looked at the label. On the package, it was written :
"To the one who will find this
Here's a present, just for you
Coming right from the abyss
May all your wishes come true"
Taylor huffed, "Yeah right." He opened the package, pulling out the contents. There was nothing but packing peanuts. Taylor shifted his hand into the box, finding absolutely nothing. "I knew it...what a j-" His hand managed to grab something. It was a voice recorder, or a Dictaphone as some would call it. It was sleek and black, with a few buttons. But he saw nothing else. Nothing. "So this thing is supposed to grant wishes eh?" Taylor's frown turned to a smirk, but only from slight amusement. He held the record button and put it up to his lips, "I have taken a shower, and all of the horrible smells on me are gone."
Much to his surprise, a small sparking sound came from the recorder. Taylor had no idea what it was, but he felt another feeling over him. It was like every drop of sweat that was on him dried up. The smell that was leaking off of him disappeared, and was replaced with the grand scent of his favorite shampoo; lavender. Taylor nearly dropped the dictaphone if he didn't see it for himself. He had to do another test run. He pressed the record button again, "M-My room's walls are solid black."
Once again, the sparking sound was heard once again. The walls of the room turned pitch black. Light seemed to drain out of the room from the color. But either way, Taylor now had something that could change his life for the better. What to do...what to do...?
[Author's note: This is basically me, so this story might get crazy...]
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