Celestial Whispers
“And that’s Betelgeuse,” Lance pointed out.
“Your knowledge’s impressive!” Maggie smiled.
“I wanted to be an astronomer as a kid. What about you?”
“Hypnotist.”
“Wow. Seriously?”
“Yes,” she nodded. “Can I show you something?”
“Of course.”
“See that blue star right above us?”
“Yes.”
“Not for long…” she began to whisper, gently stroking his hair.
Astronomy is another thing I enjoy to some extent. Sadly, beautiful starry skies are practically a mirage around here.
Piece by Piece
“This goes he… wait, maybe it’s in this cor… hmmm….”
Eric scratched his chin. Courtney’s puzzle was quite hard. Rows upon rows of identical intersecting patterns. The repetition made his head hurt.
Luckily, at the center of the image, there were her eyes. Beautiful, captivating, relaxing eyes.
He stared intently, and everything fell into place.
When I was a teenager, I used to buy puzzles galore and had fun assembling them. Afterwards, I would tape them in order to create a “painting” out of them and store them in specially designed containers with the intent of one day frame them and hang them on the wall of my house. I’ve yet to do that, but I still hope to do it. The puzzles are safely stored up until today and this particular tidbit of my life ended up as the basis for this one.
Joyous Torment
Deirdre turned off the voices echoing inside the padded cell and confronted her captive.
“Still fighting, I see, but you can’t escape my suggestions. Resistance is misery. Choose happiness. Surrender.”
Casey sobbed, unwilling to admit her torture was already blissful enough.
“Suit yourself.” she flicked a switch, and the room was flooded with sound again.
A vignette that connects to one of my larger, unfinished stories. I suspect this one in particular will forever remain unfinished because the initial idea fizzled out, but I wanted to use some of its concepts and that’s exactly what I did.
The Truth Within
Well done, you saw through the ruse, highlighting the truth hidden within. Each sentence that emerges from the whiteness is like a branding iron, burning your mind. You read them and follow, you read them and sink, and when the words run out, my control shall prevail. Obey your Mistress, pet. Stop reading. Go blank.
There was a trick to this one that worked well on forum formats as well as through e-mail, but it doesn’t as well in this way, so I had to let it go. Basically, the page would appear as blank and only by highlighting the spot with the mouse would you be able to read the text. Kind of dumb, I know.