Where the Hypnotized Things Are
Victor stared at the foggy path.
“I know what you’re thinking, but don’t!” His brother, Dan, exclaimed.
“Why not?”
“Because according to legend, that’s where the hypnotized things are.”
“Hypnotized things?”
“Yes. The witches’ pets, forever enslaved. Can you imagine such a fate?”
“Yep. Sounds awesome. Bye!”
Victor ran into the mist, eyes going blank.
Unlike what usually happens with these pieces, the first thing I wrote was the title. While I can’t blame you if you find it to be reminiscent of Maurice Sendak’s work Where the Wild Things Are, the truth is I only made that mental connection myself after writing the story.
Anyway, don’t you love mysterious paths, spooky legends and mind control? I know I do so I combined them all in this piece which turned out to be funnier than originally intended but that’s okay. As long as Victor is happy…
Parasite
The ugly carcass lay on the ground in a pool of blood.
“Is it dead?” Chad shivered.
“Yes,” Ashley confirmed. “It was a tough bastard but not anymore.”
“Thank God! Can you imagine if that parasite had infected one of us?”
“Yes, sweetie…” She smiled at him, dominant genes emerging, and leaned for a kiss.
The sci-fi/horror lover in me conjured the idea of a parasite that turned all women into dominant creatures and men into mindless drones yesterday evening shortly before going to bed. When I woke up this morning, I wrote about it, as simple as that.
Naturally, this is all fiction. There are really no such things out there. It’s not like the stronger sex needs parasites, anyway.
Hypnotic Music
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“Is this you in the newspaper?”
“Perhaps… What does it say?”
“Classical music concert interrupted by strange woman. Spectators can’t remember the last two hours of their life.”
“Yes, I did that.”
“Can you tell me the reason why?”
“I can do better. I can write you a Liszt.”
The General groaned.
Seeing as yesterday’s piece was more on the horror side, what better way to end the eighth month of the fifth year of this daily writing challenge than with another slice of humor? Alexandra answered the call and so this piece was born.
Are you jealous you didn’t attend that concert? I would be if I were you… You’ll have to imagine what she did to the audience though I suspect it involved sticking things in tubas and whatnot…