Mental Dance
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For refraining yourself this morning. I was worried you were going to turn the Spanish Prime Minister into a Flamenco dancer or something.”
“You’re welcome but you had nothing to worry about. I’m not into Flamenco. Pasodoble on the other hand…”
Music started playing in the Conference Room.
If you’ve been keeping up with Alexandra Ryder’s (mis)adventures in 55 words, by now you know she’s always playing games. She just loves them and that’s never going to change. What perhaps you didn’t know is that she loves dancing as well. Today, she decided to make yet another appearance around here for your enjoyment (but mostly hers) and who am I to deny her the spotlight? Fictional mind-controller or not, the writer in me knows best when it comes to dealing with her whims so I’m going to shut up now.
H2Obedience
Lara smiled gleefully, every need of hers taken care of.
“Why can’t I stop obeying you?” Gabriel asked
“Because you want to.”
“You made me want it!”
“The seeds were already there, I just watered them.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have accepted that drink.”
“Too late. Get yourself a refill, dear.”
Hydrated body, submissive mind.
The crazy temperatures from the last few days seem to have subsided a bit which is definitely a good thing.
Something else that’s good is to keep a healthy supply of water or tea close to you at all times to avoid the risk of dehydration. Drink to your heart’s content because nothing strange is going to happen to you if you do so. Well, unless if you live in the world of my stories of course but would certain things be so bad in the end? I’ll leave it to you to answer that one. Right now, I’m going to grab myself a glass of fresh water.
Her Masterpiece
“I’m confused,” Henry confessed.
“Why?” Amanda queried.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to be looking at.”
“That’s the problem. Thinking you’re supposed to do this or that. Look past it, past the colors, shapes, the past itself. The future is blank… just like you.”
He left the museum, smiling, a masterpiece in the making.
Today’s piece was inspired by the image below.
Mondrian’s painting is entitled “Broadway Boogie Woogie” and is said to have been inspired by the freedom of New York. However, looking at it, it’s quite easy to simply perceive a series of intersecting geometric shapes. That’s my initial take on it as well but the beauty of interpretation is that it’s varied, open, and fluid.
My writing of the day touches upon the theme of subtle shifts in perception once more. It wasn’t created with erotic overtones in mind, it’s more of an exercise on inspiration itself and that’s all I’m going to say about it.
Blackout
“Damn it!” Clark vociferated.
“Relax,” Theresa suggested. “What’s gotten into you?”
“I know you did something to me last night, but I can’t remember what it was.”
“How do you know it happened then?”
“Gut feeling. Also… why are my feet killing me?”
“Who knows?” She smirked.
Her high-heeled boots definitely looked good on him.
Have I told you before I don’t like hypnotic amnesia? I think I did but, truth be told, I don’t know for sure so if I’m repeating myself, please forgive me.
I’ve always taken great pride in my memory, in my ability to recall details other people tend to forget and the idea of not remembering things, even if only as part of a mental game of sorts, freaks me out a bit. Writing about it can be fun because it’s just fiction in the end but going through it doesn’t sit well with me at all.
As of late, my memory seems to be betraying me more than it should. No longer do I have a clear grasp of everything and certain ideas and events appear blurred and indistinct. I really don’t like it because it affects my enjoyment of things and I already have enough trouble enjoying them every now and then but I guess that’s the way the cookie crumbles for now. As long as I don’t forget to write, as long as I can maintain a bit of creative flair going on, I have to believe everything else will come together eventually.