Houki01
Selected Wed, Nov 23, 2022
The priest looked exhausted and I didn't blame him. We'd been at this since 8:30 this morning, and it was creeping up on midnight. Hell, *I* was exhausted, and all I'd done was sit and wait my turn.
Well, here it was. I was the last, the least, the smallest. The grocery shop clerk who'd had to drop out of high school to support my siblings, and was still living at home because even on the cheapest food, teenagers ate like horses and rent never did drop.
Father Rick finished the exhortation to the gods and looked over at me.
All the best powers had been taken. Flight, super strength, the ability to shoot eye lasers, what was left?
It suddenly struck me and I giggled. "I choose... the ability to make an iron pot fall on the head of anyone I choose," I announced.
"That's a stupid power," laser-eyes boy said scathing. He'd hung around to poke fun at everyone who came after him. Immediately a cast iron frypan landed on his head and knocked him out.
"Thank you," Father Rick said.
"You're welcome," I replied, and picked up the frypan. This had *possibilities*.
The Karens at the supermarket tomorrow would never anticipate what hit them.
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Submitted by Houki01 on Thu, Nov 17, 2022 to /r/WritingPrompts/
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100 25 year olds have been chosen. each must choose a super power that cannot be repeated and cannot exceed the power of god. The goal is to see who can conquer the world. You have the number 100. The best powers have already been chosen. Then it's your turn and you choose.....
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