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ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #6

... see them every night as they spend the necessary time in my domain. Why are you fighting this? This is what you asked for." "No!" she screamed. "This isn't fair, and I swear I will smash this if you don't help me." "Fine," he said, sneering at her and reaching into his pocket. "I have tried to be nice and fun and represent my world as best I can but if you insist on being foolish, rash, and rude, then I will have no choice but to put you down for a nice long nap." Carly started to say something, but all of a sudden she was struck with an idea, as if it was a lightning bolt. "Then you lied to me." "What in blazes are you talking about?" "You said that fairy tales have a set path and can't be changed, but if you can put me to sl*ep, then... that's changing the story. I-" "You don't understand, Carly. This-" "No! I'm making a change right here and now, I don't want to live in the fairy tale world and I'm getting the fuck out of here." With that, she smashed the hourglass to the ground, shattering it, sending sand everywhere. The sand shifted as if it had a mind of its own, and rose up as it encircled her like a tornado, lifting her off the ground and tossing her upwards into the black nothingness. In a flash, the sand disappeared and she could feel herself falling fast and she landed hard on a bed making her scream. She looked all over the room and it was back to normal. It was her room in the mansion. Just the same as it had been when she went to sl*ep, but the room was ...

... glittered with sunshine. She checked her phone and saw that it was only 6am. As she was trying to process, her door burst open and Sam rushed in. "You ok, Carly?" "Yeah... I guess." The blonde sighed, clearly having been startled awake. "Fuck... you were screaming like crazy, and I rushed over. You sure you're ok?" "Yeah... I just... had a really bad dream, I guess. Sorry to wake you up and everything." "It's cool. You want to come hang with me in my bed? Not in a lesbo way... Just figured you might need some company." Carly smiled, "I'm good, Sam. I think I just kinda did it on the fairy tales. Must have rotted my brain and all that. I think I'm done with that stuff." "Thank fuckin' God," Sam said, raising her hands to her face. "About time. Good for you and everything. I'm going back to sl*ep now." Sam exited the room and Carly lay back comfortably in the bed, feeling the cool sheets on her skin, revelling in the feel of being safely out of the dream. Her eyes became very heavy all of a sudden and she felt herself drifting off to sl*ep, praying that she was free. On her desk, one of her books, The Sandman and Other Tales, flew open, the pages flipping quickly and stopping on a page with a single paragraph: And so, after defeating the big bad Sandman and escaping from his domain by breaking his prized possession, Carly Shay finally faced life and stopped living in a fairy tale. She accepted the love and affection of her friends and f*mily and had learned a valuable lesson about the ...