So, I finally got around to writing the first page of my "hopefully-one-day-will-be-published" book. It's not even a real full page though.

Summary: Adam Walker is a sarcastic fourteen year old with a notebook of unimaginable power – to grant any of his wishes. But with one wish, he takes it too far – and now he's stuck in a different world with a villain on the rise.

A Twisted Tale

Shariful Khan

Prologue

Adam

I'm a genius.

At least, that's what they've been saying to me for the past year or so. They started off trying to 'fix' me by insulting me repeatedly, trying to get me to realize my mistakes – yelling that I needed to clean up my act, that I was never going to get anywhere in life because I slacked off and insulted anyone who even mildly bothered me (which may be the reason why I currently have no friends). After a while, they realized it wasn't working, and tried another approach.

Kissing my ass.

“Oh, Adam! What marvelous work!”

“Dear god Adam, you're brilliant! A real genius!”

“I've never seen any better work in my eighteen years of teaching, Adam. Truly a masterpiece.”

I find it quite funny how they're trying so hard – they would never do the same for any random kid, but since I'm Adam Walker, the kid with the supposedly 'genius' IQ, they pay special attention to me, make sure I don't do anything I'll regret in the future.

But I'm not stupid. I know what works, what to do to make sure I'm the best out there.

That's exactly the problem though. I have no reason to study, I know everything. I have no reason to try in class, everything comes naturally. I have no reason to do anything really, besides what I want – and believe it or not, that can get VERY boring after a while.

That's why I turned to writing, I suppose. It gave me the chance to expand my realm of imagination, change the world into my liking, giving it problems that I couldn't solve one-two-three, problems that I had to work out, problems that took me hours, days, even weeks to think of solutions for. That was the great part about writing, there were no limits to what I could do. Did I want to fly? Sure, go ahead, just attach a couple of wings to that guy and off you go! Did I want superpowers? Give him a boost of radiation and he'll be blowing fire out of his mouth in a second.

But writing didn't come easy. I needed inspiration, things to change senseless ramblings into actual plots and ideas. To get that inspiration, I went on a walk – I remember the exact date, August 14.

And that's when I found the notebook.