If You Remembered…
“Please, Angie, you promised!” Gregory pleaded.
“Promised what?” She asked.
“To let me watch the game if I cleaned the house! It’s clean!”
“I said you could watch it if you remembered it… and you don’t.” She snapped her fingers.
“Hmmm… what just happened?”
“Nothing important. Go wax the car.”
Mindlessly, he returned to work.
Another impromptu. While I believe promises are meant to be kept no matter what, Dommes can change their mind whenever they wish seeing they’re in control after all and when that happens, nothing is safe, not even a memory. No games for you, understood?
New Urban Legend
Cameron sat next to his brother Walter and asked:
“What’s this about a hypnotic movie?”
“New urban legend. Anyone that watches it, becomes a mindless slave to women.”
“I wonder what silly female supremacist made that up…”
“Or what dumb beta… Shall we?”
“For the laughs? Sure!”
They were already kneeling before the opening credits.
Just being silly again. I wasn’t thinking about anything in particular when this came to me and I’m still not so I’m keeping these comments short. Just wondering: if such an urban legend turned out to be true, would you watch the movie or not? Well, if you’re reading this one, chances are you would. Good for you.
Time to Hunt
A single drop of blood.
Dennis savored it, felt the ecstasy coursing through his veins. The craving was real and so was the need to surrender. Alana’s will flooded his mind as friends of yore became prey.
“Time to hunt, little thrall.” She commanded.
The lights of his mother’s house shone on his undead eyes…
The horror lover in me strikes back with this simple piece written just now. Like I’ve been doing for a while, I spent most of the day resting and taking care of myself as only a balanced body and mind can continue to be creative without burning out. I changed my schedule earlier this year to be able to produce more but still get enough me time and so far so good.
Anyway, I really love a sexy vampire. Don’t you?
Far From Home
Quentin opened his eyes and stared at the unfamiliar surroundings. The GPS on his phone told him he was fifty miles far from home. The blisters on his feet confirmed he had walked them all.
“How…?”
Then, he remembered the outrageous resistance, the nerve of saying ‘no’.
He really shouldn’t have angered his sadistic hypnodomme.
Just another impromptu. I walk a bit every day whether it’s for going to work (unless it’s raining cats or dogs) or, talking of dogs, simply taking mine out though I certainly never walked as much as Quentin and I don’t think I could do it.
Anyway, this one came to me during my morning walk but with my mother in the house still recovering from her surgery, I didn’t get a chance to post it until now.