Category: Supernatural Powers

Wishes and Super Powers

“I did it!” Missy clutched the leaf in her raised fist. “I caught a leaf while it was falling!”

Ben shrugged. “So?”

“So I get a wish.” Missy held her hand in front of her face and opened her fist. The leaf uncurled in slow motion. “Cousin Sara said so.”

“Really?” Ben looked around. He dove for a nearby leaf. It fell inches from his fingertips. He darted after another, and then another. Each time, he just missed the falling leaf.

“It’s harder than you think” Missy said. “You’ll see. It took me days to catch one. It’s worth it though. Now I can have a wish.” Missy closed her hand around her leaf and smiled a smug sort of smile.

Ben stopped chasing falling leaves and instead turned to look at Missy. “What are you going to wish for, then?”

“Why? What would you wish for?”

“I don’t know.” Ben reached for another leaf and missed again. “I guess I’d be a pirate. I’d like to find buried treasure.”

“That’s not what pirates do, really.” Missy looked up from examining her leaf. “Pirates hide treasure that they stole from people. Then they dig it up again when they think the police aren’t chasing them anymore. They’re just robbers who ride around in boats instead of cars.”

Ben folded his arms across his chest with a scowl. “Then who just hunts for treasures? Only pirates do.”

“Archaeologists.” Missy looked back down at her leaf. She poked at it with her finger. “I wonder how to make the wishing work. Cousin Sara didn’t say. Does it happen if you wish while you catch it? Or do you have to do something else?”

“So, what are you wishing for?”

Missy frowned. “If I tell you, maybe it won’t come true.”

Ben looked around. “How will you know when it happens?”

Missy sighed and put the leaf in her pocket. She held up both hands at arms length, palms out facing Ben. Ben vanished.

A chilly wind blew down the sidewalk, chasing a few more leaves. Missy reached out a hand, fingers separate, and raked at the breeze trying to catch the leaves as they blew past. She didn’t catch any of them.

“Ah well. It was worth a try.” Missy adjusted the straps on her backpack and skipped home.

“Welcome home,” her mom called from the kitchen. “Do you have any homework?”

“Nope.” Missy dropped her backpack in front of the closet and took her shoes off. She made a face when she saw her older brother’s shoes already by the door. It wasn’t fair that he always got home first.

She walked into the kitchen. Her brother, Martin, was reaching for the last cookie. Missy raised her hands, palms out, facing Martin. Martin vanished.

Her mom looked up from her mixing bowl. “Oh good, Martin left you a cookie. He was just in here a moment ago. I hope he went to do his homework.” She tasted the batter. “Needs salt. Where did I put that teaspoon?”

Missy took the last cookie and bit into it. It was oatmeal raisin. Her favorite. She smiled, and a cool breeze blew through the open window. The curtains fluttered in the breeze like ghosts.

Missy left the kitchen, and felt in her pocket for the leaf. When she took it out, she was disappointed to see that it was ripped in a few places. Perhaps her pocket wasn’t the best place for it.

Just then, her fluffy gray cat, Fishface, batted at her ankles, and Missy dropped the leaf. The cat pounced on it. “Fishface, no!” Missy yelled. She reached down to pick up her cat, palms down, facing Fishface. The cat vanished.

A breeze blew through the window behind her, swirling away the remains of her magic leaf. Missy looked down at her hands. How had this happened? It must be a terrible mistake.

The phone rang. Martin thundered down the stairs to answer it. He held the phone out to Missy. “It’s for you. What? Why are you looking at me weird?” Missy took the phone, glaring at her brother as he pushed past her on his way into the kitchen.

“Hello?” she said.

“Hello,” Ben’s voice answered. “Missy, how did you send me home? Was it your wish? What a waste. You should have wished for laser beam eyes or to fly or for super strength…”

Ben continued listing super powers. Missy looked around the living room. Fishface peeked around the couch. Missy pinned the phone to her ear with her shoulder and held out her hands, palms out facing the cat. Nothing happened.

Ben was still listing super powers. “…and healing. That’s not so bad. But flying’s better. Invisibility is good…”

“It doesn’t work any more anyway,” Missy interrupted. “I don’t know if it only works three times or if it’s because the leaf broke, but it stopped working. I can’t send anyone anywhere anymore.”

“Oh.” Ben didn’t say anything for a moment. “That’s still cool, though. We should catch more leaves and experiment. What kinds of super powers does an archaeologist have?”

“Archaeologists don’t need super powers,” Missy said.

“It couldn’t hurt,” Ben said. “X-ray vision could help with treasure hunting. But flying would be better. When I catch a leaf tomorrow, you’ll see. I’m the best wisher ever.”

“It’s harder than you think,” Missy said. “You’ll see.” A cool breeze blew through the room once more.

The Legendary Fisherman

Ray was a legendary fisherman. He caught fish in lakes that everyone said were impossible to fish in. He caught fish even when the fish saw him coming. He could catch trout from puddles in potholes. Ray’s skill as a fisherman was rather unbelievable.

The fish learned to recognize him by the shape of his shadow. They darted away as soon as they knew he was there, but they knew that by then it was too late. If he had decided they were going to be caught, then they would be caught, no matter where they tried to hide.

None of the fish felt the least bit safe. They sent messages from school to school in all the rivers and lakes in the area, trying to come up with a plan. The oldest and wisest and biggest fish discussed the problem for months. Finally they had an idea.

One day, Ray picked a rushing, roaring river to fish in. He settled on the bank and baited his hook. He cast the hook into the river and almost instantly felt a tugging on the line. He reeled in his catch.

There was a golden crown hooked at the end of the line. Ray scoffed and threw it back. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” he told the fish. He baited the hook and cast it back into the river.

The fish did not give up. There had to be a way to make their rivers and lakes and potholes safe. For their next plan, they watched for falling stars to wish on and combined all their birthday wishes. Together, they wished for a way to defeat Ray. The answer was not what they expected.

The next time Ray went fishing, he felt a tug on his line and reeled it in. This time, there was a brass oil lamp at the end of the line. “A magic lamp?” Ray said.

He rubbed the lamp. A genie appeared. “What do you wish?” the genie asked.

Ray laughed. “I don’t need your wishes. I am Ray, the legendary fisherman. Get out of my way. I have fish to catch.” The genie disappeared and Ray tossed the lamp back. “That won’t work either,” Ray said.

Unfortunately, the fish couldn’t use the lamp to wish Ray away. They’d already tried that. Wishes just didn’t work on legendary fishermen. So what had they done wrong? The lamp was supposed to be the answer to a million fish wishes. The eldest fishes conferred again, trying to come up with some way to send Ray away.

They spied on all the other, lesser fishermen to get an idea of what fishermen wanted. They sent fishes that were too small to catch to spy on Ray at a distance to figure out his motivations. Finally, they rubbed the lamp and made a new wish.

Not long afterwards, Ray went fishing again. He baited his hook and cast it into a lake. Ripples arched away from the line in rings. After a moment, there was a hard tug on the line. Ray had to fight to reel it in. After two hours, Ray still hadn’t reeled in his catch. This was very unusual for Ray, the legendary fisherman.

Ray was delighted with the challenge. Instead of giving up, he became even more determined to see what prize he’d managed to catch. Surely, after all this effort, it would be something completely amazing. Ray was willing to be as patient as needed.

Finally the line stopped leaping and yanking and Ray was able to reel the hook back in. It was stuck to the railing of a brand new houseboat. It was the latest model that all the fishermen wanted, and the time under water had done it no harm.

Ray did not toss it back and keep fishing. He looked at the houseboat from all angles, and then finally, he climbed aboard. It was in wonderful shape. It was the sort of houseboat that even legendary fishermen would want to live on, so that they could fish whenever they wanted in comfort and style.

There was an envelope in a plastic bag tied to the steering wheel. Ray opened it. A key fell out. He unfolded the papers. There was a deed to the boat and a scrap of paper that said, “Go fish somewhere else.”

“Fine,” Ray said. He drove the boat away from the river and didn’t come back. The fish he left behind were finally safe.

However, now Ray could fish in new areas. New fish learned to fear his shadow. With a few modifications to his new boat and an improbable diving suit, soon even the fishes at the bottom of the sea were darting behind rocks and holding their breath whenever Ray passed by. The legend of Ray the fisherman continued.

Man Fishing from a puddle

Flashback Friday: Unlucky Thursdays

For my first Flashback Friday, I am reposting my favorite of the stories I’ve written. This story was originally posted December 8, 2016. I hope that you like it as much as I do!

Captain Kirpatrick was always unlucky on Thursdays. He insisted that it began when he was eight years old and was cursed by an evil fairy. No one else believed in evil fairies, but the fact remained that Kirpatrick really was unlucky on Thursdays.

He spent his school years being tripped over by bank robbers and accidentally targeted by assassins. He learned extensive first aid after being in a number of car, train, plane, bike, and starship crashes. He was an expert at all the different ways to call for help.

As he grew older, the danger only grew. In order to stay alive, he learned advanced strategy and fighting techniques. He uncovered smuggling plots and terrorist hideouts. He mediated hostage crises and alien invasions.

After he graduated space academy, he flew through the ranks. He was still young when the Space Coalition appointed him Captain of a large spaceship and sent him to patrol the edge of their territory.

Every Thursday they survived yet another crisis and were soon the most decorated ship in the fleet.   One Thursday, Captain Kirpatrick set a course for a nice, empty area of space, far from anything important. This was normal for Thursdays.

As usual, it didn’t work. A large horde of alien spaceships flew in, trying to instigate a stealthy attack.   They weren’t expecting Captain Kirpatrick’s ship. Captain Kirpatrick warned them off and then ordered his crew to fire on the lead ships.

His reputation preceded him. Faced with losing the advantage of surprise and the fearsome Captain Kirpatrick, the enemy retreated. However, this was not the only drama threatening the spaceship’s crew. After Kirpatrick had given the order to fire, his Chief Weapons Officer stood and attempted to shoot the Captain. The Weapons Officer was an enemy spy, of course.

Captain Kirpatrick always wore heavy personal shields on Thursdays.   So, the blast was ineffective.   Just after the enemy fleet retreated, the enemy spy was trussed up and tossed in the brig.

This last victory proved to be the tipping point. Captain Kirpatrick was called home. He began a new career as a high level diplomat. He began to suspect that the Space Coalition leaders were mainly using him as bait.

This suspicion was strengthened when he was given a new assignment one Thursday to meet with a hostile group of rebels in order to mediate a truce.   “Are you certain this is a good idea?” He asked. “It’s Thursday.”

“Precisely,” the Space Coalition President said. “Perfect timing. Do you think you’ll need back up?”

Grand Ambassador Kirpatrick sighed. “I’ll at least need witnesses.”

The Space Coalition President chuckled. “Good thinking.”

Kirpatrick managed to defuse the bomb and rescue the rebel leaders from their mutinous assistant. They were grateful, and the treaty negotiations went smoothly the following day.

“Someday this won’t work as well,” Kirpatrick warned the President. “I really am terribly unlucky on Thursdays.”

“Nonsense,” the President said. “Look how far it’s gotten you. There’s not really good luck or bad luck, you know. It all depends on how you look at things.”

“If you say so,” Grand Ambassador Kirpatrick said.

The Witch’s Pen

Jasmine was walking home from school with her brother Micheal and her best friend Anna. Anna’s birthday was coming soon, and she was hoping to have a big party this year. “Maybe we’ll rent a bouncy house or ponies or go to the zoo!”

Micheal rolled his eyes. “Or maybe you’ll rent a spaceship and you can go to the moon.”

“Stacey had a bouncy house at her party,” Anna said.

Micheal laughed. “Your mom will just have cake and ice cream and you’ll play musical chairs, just like you do every year.”

“Well, I’m not inviting you this year. I’m going to write it down so I don’t forget.” She checked her backpack. “All my pens are at school. Jasmine, do you have a pen?”

Jasmine checked in her backpack. “I have a pencil, but the lead is broken.” She looked around. There was a pen on the ground. She picked it up and handed it to Anna. “Here, use this.”

Anna made a face. “That was on the ground. I’m not touching it. It’s probably covered in germs.”

Micheal laughed again. “You should see your face. I can’t believe you’re scared of dirt.”

“What is wrong with you?” Anna glared at Micheal, and then she turned to glare at Jasmine. “And you never say anything when he’s mean like that.”

“I don’t know what to say,” Jasmine said.

“It’s because she secretly agrees with me.” Micheal folded his arms across his chest and smirked.

“Micheal!” Jasmine turned to look at her friend. She cringed. Anna looked furious. “I don’t agree with him. I don’t!”

“You’re an awful friend.” Anna shoved her arms back through her backpack straps and shrugged it on. “I can walk home by myself. You’re both not invited to my birthday party. You’re so lame that you don’t even have your own parties. Why should I invite you to mine? I hate you.” Anna stomped away.

Jasmine looked at Micheal. He shrugged. “You’re not missing out on much. Her mom’s cakes always taste like perfume mixed with smoke. And you hate musical chairs.”

“That’s not the point. She’s my best friend.”

Micheal laughed. “Ex-best friend.”

Jasmine’s eyes stung as they filled with tears. She clutched her backpack in one hand, the pen in the other, and she ran home, leaving Micheal behind. At home, she darted past her mom and ran up the stairs, shutting her bedroom door behind her.

She dropped her backpack and looked at the pen in her hand. It didn’t look particularly dirty. She sighed. Maybe she could write Anna a note to apologize and hand it to her. Maybe Anna wouldn’t rip up the note right away.

Jasmine sat at her desk and ripped a few pages out of the back of a notebook. “To my friend Anna, Anna, Bo Banna…” Jasmine stopped and looked at her page. Did she really write that? She couldn’t give something like that to Anna! Anna would probably hate her forever.

She crumpled up the page and started again. “Banana Fanna Fo Fanna…” Well that was even worse, and definitely not what she intended to write. Maybe Anna was right and the pen really did have germs.

She left it on her desk and went to wash her hands. When she returned, she used a different pen to write her note. “Anna, I’m sorry. Micheal is always a meanie-head. Let’s ignore him tomorrow. Still friends?”

She hurried downstairs. “Mom, can I take some apology cookies to Anna? Micheal was mean to her today.”

Mom looked up from whatever she was doing at her desk. “Yes, but you can’t stay over. It will be dinner soon. Do I need to talk to Micheal?”

Jasmine shrugged. “I don’t know. He was being his normal self, but he hurt Anna’s feelings.”

Mom nodded. “I’ll talk to him later.”

Jasmine put some cookies in a sandwich bag and folded up her note. She crossed the street to Anna’s house and left the cookies and note with Anna’s mom. Then she trudged back home.

Upstairs, there was someone in her room, sitting at her desk. It looked like a little girl in a long black dress, until she turned around. Then Jasmine could see that even though her hair was dark, the woman was old. Very, very old.

“You found my wand? And you used it?” The old woman glared at Jasmine.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jasmine looked over her shoulder at the door and considered how quickly she could run. The door closed on its own with a gentle click. Jasmine turned back to look at the old woman, who was probably a witch, feeling just a little bit scared.

“Of course you do. It’s right here on your desk.” The witch pointed to the pen Jasmine found on the way home from school.

“That’s a pen,” Jasmine said cautiously. “Not a wand. But you can have it if you want it. I think it has germs.”

“My wand does not have germs!” The witch jumped from the chair. “Why would you say something like that?”

Jasmine stepped back and held up her hands. “I’m sure it’s a lovely wand. But it only writes weird things.”

“You’re not supposed to write with it. You shouldn’t have even picked it up at all. I just needed to disguise it to hide it for a few minutes.” She pointed at Jasmine. “But now that you’ve picked it up and used it, it’s transferred its loyalty to you. Give it back now.”

“Take it,” Jasmine said.

“I can’t,” the witch said. “It thinks I abandoned it, and it’s throwing a tantrum.”

“Can I hand it to you? Would that work?”

The witch sighed. “I don’t know. Try it and we’ll see.”

Jasmine picked up the pen and handed it to the witch. The witch waved it, and a wide-brimmed black hat appeared on the desk. The witch smiled. “It works,” she said.

“That’s good,” Jasmine said. At least someone was having a good day.

The witch put the hat on and looked at Jasmine. “You look like you could use a general good luck charm.” She drew a four-leaf clover in the air with her wand and muttered something. Jasmine suddenly felt lighter. The witch nodded, drew a spiral in the air, and disappeared.

Jasmine went downstairs. Mom looked up from whatever she was doing at the stove. “Oh, there you are! Anna brought by an invitation to her party. It looks like she didn’t invite Micheal this year. Did you want a birthday party? I know all your friends have parties.”

Jasmine smiled. “Do you think we could rent a bouncy house?”

Mom laughed. “I don’t think so.”

Jasmine hugged her mom. Bouncy castle or not, this was the best day ever. “Can I call Anna to RSVP?”

“Of course.”

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