“Robert Stafford” I wrote, just a few seconds after writing my name the book suddenly closed on itself before shaking violently on top of my bed, lashing out in all directions that I stood a bit away from it fearing that it might smack me in the face with the force of a boxer’s punch judging from the thickness of the book itself and it’s many pages.
After a minute of the book’s “tantrum” it calms down and seizes to move anymore. Edging close to the book I shield my head in case the book does anything. Luckily it indeed calmed as I picked it up and opened with no resistance.
Reading the first page I was surprised to see that instead of my usual handwriting of my name, strange glyphs filled the blank space on where my name is supposed to be, yet I knew that it spelled out my name just as before.
[Okay now that’s done, I guess I can write whatever I want in this time and it comes true? Though I have to test it.] I thought.
I was still skeptical of this Realitome and the properties of what it could do. Honestly, many things flew into my mind at that moment, infinite possibilities are in my hand and yet I shook off that madness of power and just made a simple change.
Grabbing my pen, I flipped to the first blank page right after the page with my name and started to write down what I wanted to change, a simple need over want task nothing too overwhelming to start off with. My room, I had to say, is an absolute mess, everything is in disarray and cluttered on the ground and in my closet and the only “zone” that has a semi-clean feel is by my bed.
Look, I know it sounds bad but hear me out, my room was once a storage room where my parents put all the things they got from their travels, from knit-knacks to surfboards to full on cardboard boxes. If the amount of things around me were water then I’d say I would be drowning in ‘em.
So I wrote, ‘My room is nice and tidy and everything is in order.’ As soon as my pen left the page the ink started to glow in a golden light. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing as my room suddenly shifted from a cluttered storage room to just a well kept room. All the items that made my room a mess just disappeared into thin air.
[Wow…] Was all I thought, this book, this tome, it made the thing I wrote as reality. It took me a few seconds for the idea to dawn on me, this power was by all cases mine to use on a whim. The power, the possibilities…
[No! No.] I must not let this power corrupt me any further, I just change things for me and me alone, though I might help some of my closest friends, I’m just gonna use this just for my gain. All the little things that won’t harm anyone for my own personal enjoyment.
Looking at the tome, I knew what I wanted to write next, ‘I am a rich 19 year old teen that has an athletic body.’ And just like before the ink glowed again and I felt my body shift, a massaging sensation flowing over me as my body aged up to a 19 year old as well as toning to give just enough muscle to be considered athletic.
“Aw, YES!” I yelled, apparently enough to get the attention of my mom who stormed into the room with a frantic expression.
“WHAT! WHAT IS IT?” She says looking around.
“Uh….” HOW WILL I EXPLAIN THIS TO HER!!! The once cramped room is now clean and her son is an athletic 19 year old who was previously a lean 17 year old.
“Mom, it’s not what it looks like.” I say.
“Oh I know what it is Mr…” She says, “You won a game and you're celebrating.”
“Uh. YES! That’s it, I beat a very hard puzzle in my game… and was celebrating.” I smiled.
“Well ok then. Jeez, Robert you nearly gave me a heart attack with that sudden scream, I thought something bad happened to you.
“Well, I’m ok mom. Don’t worry about me.” I say.
“I alway worry about you, my little baby. A mother always does.” She says kissing you on the forehead before leaving.
[Huh. I guess what I write really is reality, I guess no one remembers the changes. Interesting.]
After that, I sat down on my bed and opened the tome again, [I wonder what I should write next?].