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: My hand cramped as it clenched the stone, which I never let out of my grasp. That chance came when I woke up to my alarm, just like I did every morning. In 2005, the store moved to Main Street in Edmonds. Owner Janet Yoshikawa is a graduate gemologist with a lifelong appreciation for natural wonders. The Wishing Stone began as a small seaside boutique in Mukilteo, Washington. And so the rock waited patiently, waiting for its chance to strike. Specialties: Natural gemstones, unique sterling silver jewelry, crystals, minerals, fossils, seashells, bugs, rock tumblers, art, and more Established in 2001. 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. The first person to find the stone is the only one who can use the stone and will. Only the person holding onto the stone when the wish is made will notice the effects of the wishes everyone else will believe any changes made by the stone is normal. I wished and wished and pretended I was as clueless as everyone else with my sudden turn of fate. The Wishing Stone is a mystical item that grants unlimited wishes for the person who holds it. 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. It was a twist of inexplicable fortune that I found the wishing stone.
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