The Shape of Trance
“I’m so tired,” Andrew muttered.
“Tired of what?” Pam asked.
“Of being so square, running around in circles.”
“Run in a spiral then…”
His eyes fell on hers.
“Is that the shape of trance?”
“Perhaps. Seeing is believing or so they say. But you don’t need to see, do you?”
He felt his eyes closing.
Every now and then, I write things with a very different vibe. This is one of them. I love eyes, especially feminine eyes, and there’s something incredibly alluring about the idea of spiraling down, locked in a powerful gaze. Eyes are the windows to the soul or so they say but they are also the windows to some of my most erotic fantasies. There’s something quite intimate about the eye iconography to me which is why this also feels likes a romantic session. Perhaps it doesn’t make sense to you but it certainly does to me. I hope you enjoyed this little detour into metaphor land.
Free
The chorus played not so subtly in the background.
Mesmerize,
Maximize me,
Let’s go beyond reality
“Anytime. Just say the words, my dear,” she whispered from an unknown place inside his mind.
“I’m yours,” he drooled.
“As it should be. Let’s take it to eternity then.”
He crawled into her arms, mindlessly hypnotized, enslaved, free.
When it comes to music, instrumentals are my ‘weapon of choice’ as I’ve mentioned in the past. However, I also enjoy occasional detours into other genres. Symphonic Metal is one of them. Today, I was listening to some tracks online when YouTube suggested I listened to Amaranth‘s piece below.
I did and I have to say I wasn’t particularly impressed but thought the chorus was intriguing enough and had potential to be used in one of my pieces in this challenge. When confronted with such an opportunity, I realized I had to seize it sooner than later, and so I did. What did you think?
Count Me In
The vampire rose from his coffin only to see a lovely young woman in waiting.
“Cute entrance, Mr. Stoker,” she said.
“Who are you and what do you want?”
“A weary lady looking for some fun,” the time-travelling hypnotist grinned. “Stoke my fire while I drain your will, will you?”
“Count me in,” he muttered.
My time-travelling hypnotist sure loves her writers. She had the opportunity to play with H. G. Wells last year and now she went after the creator of the world’s most famous vampire who was actually a vampire himself, at least in this take. This piece came to me as I was dusting my book shelves and my edition of Dracula became the only thing I could see. Maybe I was mesmerized by it, who knows? The innuendo line – Stoke my fire while I drain your will, – was the first one I wrote and then I built the tale around it. I hope you had fun.
Wreak Ian for a Dream
“Are you sure about this?” the genie asked.
“Yes. Ian took everything from me… my friends, my dreams, my virginity… he needs to pay. Do it!” Caroline spat.
The genie clapped her hands and his body froze. Ian’s dreams of dominance and absolute control became a living nightmare as Caroline reached for the giant strap-on.
This idea for this one came to me last night, shortly before going to bed. Clint Mansell’s Lux Aeterna was playing in the background. If you’re not familiar with this piece of music, please listen to it, below.
This music – which I love – was composed for the soundtrack of Darren Aronofsky’s movie Requiem for a Dream. My piece has nothing to do with the movie as a whole but, if you take a good look at the title you’ll notice that Wreak Ian sounds very similar to the word Requiem and this writing is pretty much the requiem of his individuality. Weird connection, I know, but that’s just how things go. I love weird things. I hope you liked this one.