August 2016

Eyes for Her

Dear Diary,

today, I had slaveboy drink a special tonic to make him only have eyes for me. Unfortunately, it worked too well. He literally sees my face on every woman now and can’t identify the real me on his own. Wearing a name tag is borderline frustrating. I hope the effects wear off, soon!

This one, however, breaks the scales on that particular regard but I’m quite fond of how it turned out. I can’t help but laugh whenever I read it.


Breaking News

The Republican candidate announced he’s leaving the Presidential race. “There’s a wall in my mind,” he justified himself. Analysts are trying to parse these words right now, but the real question is another: who was the dark-haired woman accompanying him, and why was she laughing the whole time? Further developments at any moment. Stay tuned.

So… this one is pretty much outdated by now, and turned out to be a bust but how was I supposed to know he would actually win the Presidency of the United States? Even though I got trumped by reality, this little piece of fantasy will always stand. I hope you don’t think I’m bragging, but I believe the “wall” analogy is quite good in the context of this one.


A Thought of Submission

Paul’s smartphone vibrated. Claire’s message read:
“Thinking of me?”
Not at first, but now he was… thinking, musing, daydreaming… sinking, dropping, fading… being pulled to the ground to taste the carpet fibers as his eyes wandered across the office, anxious to see her standing there.
Her heels clicked by the door, and he drifted away.

One of my impromptus, triggered by the fact my own smartphone vibrated before I started writing it. The message I got was a dumb advertisement though, nothing as exciting as this.


Goddess of the Deep

The Proud Star‘s distress call was heard all across the Pacific, and dozens of ships came to the rescue.
However, upon arriving at the scene, all they found was the crew, completely ecstatic, worshipping a seaweed-covered statue of what appeared to be a diaphanous, breathtaking ocean nymph.
I know what you’re thinking. The coordinates are…

Distress calls that turn out to prove dangerous are a common theme in literature, movies, and whatnot. Naturally, I had to play with it all. I would eventually do so again in the future using a different kind of approach.


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