Blueberry

After only fifteen minutes and thirty-four seconds, Tiffany and her mother, Jessie, managed to disqualify themselves from the Wonka factory tour. Admittedly, it was an impressive feat to lose that quickly, and would be a daunting new record to beat. Wonka only grumbled and checked his pocket watch. At this point, the only thing that really surprised him anymore was his ever-growing losing streak wagering with those little orange bastards, whose predictions were always terrifyingly precise. Still, it broke the monotony.

“Late again, Erica?” Professor Lakosky smirked, as a red-faced Erica timidly raced to her seat. She felt both embarrassed and enraged. This was the third time this week she belittled her in front of the class, and she would not take it sitting down. Actually, she would, but she had a trick up her sleeve.

Under the guise of night, she had attended sororities specializing in ‘magic’. She knew it was a bunch of baloney, but what other way to release anger than by whispering odd obscurities at your botanical professor?

Magic Dollars
by the happyguy

(this is a variety of B inflation)

I've already told the story of how I got the leprechaun's gold. So that is old news. But the next part of the story wasn't as interesting, but certainly stranger.

I had the pot of gold sitting on a shelf at home. I just kind of had it there, wondering what I was going to do with it next. I'd already used my three wishes up, so to me it was just a matter of the best way of cashing the gold in.