Immunity
The Indian Embassy was on fire.
“So this bitch hypnotizes and rapes dozens of men and I can’t arrest her?” Detective Byers vociferated.
“Diplomatic immunity…” a dark-haired woman replied, smiling mellifluously. “I bet you don’t have hypnotic immunity though.”
True. He was found the next day, kneeling, the word “slut” tattooed all over his body.
On my way to work, I walk by two foreign embassies. The concept of “diplomatic immunity” has always seemed alien to me as well as the fact that the inside of the Embassies is considered foreign soil. Sometimes, we see stories of ‘diplomats’ who abuse such privileges to commit unspeakable deeds. With all this in mind, I wrote this one.
Yeah, it’s a bit mean but don’t you like it that way? Be lucky that’s all that happened to the poor Detective. By the way, I wrote “Indian Embassy” but I could have written “Portuguese”, “German”, etc. It was the first thing that came to me, no offense intended as this is just silly fiction.
The Outbreak
“How are you out of anti-bacterial gel?” Gregory complained.
“People are panicking…” The brunette pharmacist replied. “Take this instead.” She produced a vial from under the counter.
“Will it keep me safe from nasty bugs?”
“Absolutely. And nasty thoughts, too.”
He washed his hands once and independence was lost forever. The slavery outbreak was underway.
It seems we have a massive epidemic (or is it a pandemic already?) out there. While no cases have been confirmed in my country at the moment, I confess I’m getting a bit tired of watching the news that seem more interested in spreading the panic than actually reporting on the situation.
Is it a worrying situation? It seems so but other than prevention, there’s not really anything I can do about it so I try not to think about the subject. I’ll be sure to take some additional precautions just in case but life must go on…
I wrote this piece after walking by a couple of pharmacies and seeing people stock up on gels and masks. I hope this whole situation doesn’t turn into an apocalyptic thing. Frankly, I don’t think it will. I survived the H1N1 outbreak, surely I’ll survive this one, too.
Breath of the Slave
The Goddess statue spoke:
“You who have conquered the shrines and proved your worth, in exchange for four spirit orbs, I can: give you a heart container; give you a stamina vessel; or sap your will away.”
Mistress Sword in hand, unable to resist, Link chose the latter and kneeled.
“Ganon’s next…” Princess Zelda grinned.
Almost three years ago, one of the most critically acclaimed games of all time – The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild – was released for the WiiU and the Nintendo Switch. A massive undertaking, it shook the core foundations of this more than thirty-year-old franchise in ways no one expected.
I played it at the time and enjoyed it quite a bit. The lack of traditional dungeons soured the experience a bit for me and I also thought the overworld was just too big for its own taste but it’s a great adventure through and through. I never finished it all because I lack the patience to track down 900 Korok seeds. The DLC was also intriguing.
The game sits on my shelf alongside a few other Switch titles. Of all the consoles I own, it’s actually the one I purchased the fewer games for because 1) I’m getting older every day and the drive to play games is not as prevalent; 2) I learned my lesson concerning the accumulated backlog throughout the years; 3) Most of my time is spent at work and working on this site so something has got to give.
Despite not having the time to play it, I think you should. You’re not going to find Femdom Mind Control in it but that’s what this piece is for.
She Came Back
“Why so gloomy, Jack?” Samuel asked.
“It’s Vera.”
“Your dead ex?”
“Yes.” He sighed.
“Still blaming yourself? Don’t. You did what you had to do. It was the only way to stop her evil brainwashing.”
“I know.”
“So what’s wrong?”
“She came back.”
Her evil smile at the door was the last thing both saw.
Honestly? I’m not sure. One of those random snippets that came to mind though I found myself struggling with the best way to present it. I actually wrote three or four different drafts during my lunch break until I finally decided on this particular version as it feels the most natural and also the most complete. Sometimes, you just can’t beat evil no matter how much you try.