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I am a crab now
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reaperlight · 2 months
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Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?
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staffs-secret-blog · 2 years
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Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?
Join the crabs in raving of course
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therealraewest · 2 years
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Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?
Celebrate the death of the queen
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velvetmidnight · 2 years
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Humanity has finally found a way to communicate with crabs, we realize they're smarter than us. Now that they know we know, what are they going to do?
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otro-daniel · 2 years
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Esta bien que desees recibir lo mismo que das, pero cada uno da lo que tiene para ofrecer, no puedes esperar flores de alguien que no florece.
~Otro 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑒𝑙.
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scoundrel-garden · 2 years
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Crab Story
Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. “That damn genie,” you say. Where a familiar limb used to be, there is now a glimpse of the unknown — how quickly things can change between consciousness. The next morning, you feel yet another unfamiliarity: “Gasp!…Three legs on my right side. They’re crab legs. But there was no dream.” At that moment, you come to the gross realization that you are no longer human. So quick to dictate — are you not still human? At the very least, you are still humanoid. What isn’t up for debate is this: You’re cursed. “That damn genie,” you utter yet again.
As each day greets you with more appendages, you begin to lose sight of what once was. You reflect: “I can’t believe I’m going to die.” Surely, similar to your previous state, the shell body is but a vessel; the sensitive recluse still remains. “What about my family? What will they think?” It has yet to be seen. “Will I remember?” There is no use worrying. It is out of your control. “That damn genie,” you reply. It’s a shame what it takes for you to finally modify your ways. It is only when you are met with a horrible incident that affects you directly that you enact change. You’ve seen similar events happen to others, yet this is what it takes. Ignorant fool. Willing ignorance. Truly you are the worst of them. Perhaps the genie was right to curse you.
Finally, in the aching hours of a new day, the inevitable arrives. It only took a few days for you to completely morph anew; you are reborn from brown fleshy human to blue king crab. “I have accepted it,” your crab body vocalizes. “How have I not seen it before? My entire life has been a silent cry for something more: a new beginning. Anything is better than that dull existence. The genie did not curse me, he offered me salvation. What a gift!” Your elation of crab self-actualization is short-lived, however, as you are met with a thunderous intrusion. It is your family with a boiling pot at the ready. You are boiled and eaten.
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toomanystoryideas · 2 years
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Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?
The sound of my alarm clock blaring from my phone pulls me straight out of my restful sleep. I groan, rolling over to turn it off. Another monotonous school day.
Half-asleep still, I push myself up out of bed and grab the bundle of clothes I’d put out for myself last night. They’re a little wrinkled from being on the floor, but I don’t really care as I stumble to the bathroom and flick on the lights so I can get dressed.
Everything falls out of my hands onto the floor in shock when I look into the mirror. To my surprise, instead of my right arm in my reflection, I had a giant red pincer like the one on a crab. What the hell? I look down at my real self, and clear as day, it’s there.
Quickly, I rush to go get my mom. “Mom! Look at this! I don’t know what happened!”
Unimpressed, she doesn’t even look up from the eggs she’s cooking for breakfast. “Is this about your weird genie dreams again? I told you, it doesn’t mean anything. You can’t even remember what you wished for.”
“Evelyn! What happened to you?” My little brother Joe, who’s just walked into the kitchen, is staring at me in open-mouthed shock. “Mom, you’ve gotta see this.” She rolls her eyes but finally looks at me.
“Evelyn!” she yells, just like Joe had. “This is no time for jokes! You’re going to be late for school!”
“No, Mom, I’m serious! This is real!” I lift the giant pincer to show her, clicking it together as if I still had fingers. “I can control it and everything. It’s just like it’s my real arm.”
Dabbing at her forehead with a hand towel, my mom looks as if she’s going to faint. “Evelyn, I’m serious,” she said, but she doesn’t seem serious at all.
“It’s the genie,” says Joe mysteriously. His initial shock has seemingly worn off and been completely replaced by humor. Mom swats him with the towel and he sticks out his tongue.
“Everyone, stop!” I say. “Don’t you see what this means?”
Do this: go back and read the first letter of every line I’ve written (including this one).
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drearydaffodil · 2 years
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Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?
Life was dull and lifeless
No comfort I could grab
Never seeming strifeless
But look! I'm now a crab
Every arm wrestling match
I'll win so easily
The kids will call me a catch
& I'll smile breezily
A superhero to the blighted
I'll stop villains in their tracks
Blinding the sighted
They'll slip upon the cracks
But will I be too delicious
For my own self to bear?
Will my hunger be so vicious
That my own flesh I'll tear?
(Okay I'm not sure what these tumblr writing prompts are— has anyone else gotten them??)
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lacefuneral · 2 years
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wadda hell? ok....
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Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?
i'd find ronald reagan's grave and do this:
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shady38 · 2 years
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Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?
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Humanity has finally found a way to communicate with crabs, we realize they're smarter than us. Now that they know we know, what are they going to do?
Befriend spies, obviously
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They are besties, your honor
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dragongirltongue · 2 years
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Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?
I know in my heart that my wish one night had to be knowing when the queen would die in a way that would let me celebrate in style, this had to be the sign my dream self wished for. I check the news and find that she's in hospital and I head for the beach and use my powerful crab pincer to summon the crabs, we wait until the announcement and begin the rave.
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girlfoxcock · 2 years
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Humanity has finally found a way to communicate with crabs, we realize they're smarter than us. Now that they know we know, what are they going to do?
DEPLOY THE MANAS.
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tinyirnfistforever · 2 years
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Humanity has finally found a way to communicate with crabs, we realize they're smarter than us. Now that they know we know, what are they going to do? They are going to dance.
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