I watched as my plug was pulled, and I was pronounced dead with no way to prove my consciousness. Over time I saw fewer friends and family, saw fewer doctors and nurses, spent all my time watching the ceilings. I tried desperately to think of a way to tell them about the stone, wishing I had thought to tell some of them about the stone before and recognizing the irony of wishing for things now. I watched relatives and friends cry over my still figure, as I was unable to acknowledge their existence. My body was found days later, and I was immediately rushed to the hospital, where I was declared to be in a coma. I frantically tried to reverse my wish, but realized with a panic that the stone had slipped from my grasp. Instantly I was rooted to the bed, unable to move or even blink. I realized my mistake a second after, but it was too late. I rolled over and ignored the beeping, and carelessly thought the fateful words: If you trace your finger around the line while closing your eyes and making a wish, then throw the stone into the sea as far as you can or give it to another person, your wish will come true. Ye need to sit on the stone without touching the earth around itevery part of yer body. Legend has it that if you find a rock with a white or pink line all around it, you have found a Wishing Stone. She says, Ye must go to the wishing stone right here on the castle grounds by the lake. Ireland is a bastion of superstition and magical lore. My hand cramped as it clenched the stone, which I never let out of my grasp. One blustery night at dinner, I ask Violet about sacred sites. That chance came when I woke up to my alarm, just like I did every morning. And so the rock waited patiently, waiting for its chance to strike. My pride wouldn't let me be bested by a stone. It began screwing with my wishes, twisting my words around in an attempt to make me slip up. I was selfish, and I think the rock could tell. I wished and wished and pretended I was as clueless as everyone else with my sudden turn of fate. I wished for money and fame, love and health. I made the reasonable assumption that I had had three wishes, two left now, and carefully planned two perfect wishes that couldn't backfire. My fingers brushed the rock and it clicked. Accepting that I had wasted my one moment of the supernatural, I sighed and shoved my hand into my pockets. Holding the towel up in disbelief, I tried wishing again. I wished I had a way to dry off, and instantly a pristine white towel appeared in my hand, plucked from some mysterious depths of the universe by the wishing stone. I was studying it when a car whizzed by, coating me with a wave of dirty rain water. It didn't take me long to realize the potential of the stone. I'm not sure why I bothered picking it up when it was so unextraordinary in every way. It looked just like any normal rock, small and gray and round. Beany and the Meany Beany Goes To Camp Beany-Magic Crystal Bear Bear (Life Cycles). It was a twist of inexplicable fortune that I found the wishing stone. Annie Wilkins-Stone Mountain Annie, Bea, & Chi Chi Dolores Annie.
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