Sick Mind
Jonah and Richard stared at the computer screen.
“This is terrifying,” the first said.
“Agreed. What sick mind comes up with this?”
“I thought you liked porn, boys,” Flora chuckled.
“Only femdom porn. Men dominating women? Gross!” Richard replied.
“Spoken like true brainwashed bitches…” she thought. They were almost ready to meet her strapon collection.
Yet another nocturnal impromptu with no real story behind it. I was just playing with words, seeing what came out of them, and this was it. Pretty much everyone has consumed porn at some point in their lives, some more than others. Too much porn can be dangerous as it warps your views of reality in ways that aren’t fun, so please keep that in mind at all times. However, if you’re to consume it in any fashion, you might as well just stick to femdom so that you’re brainwashed even further into wanting to serve.
Her Secret
Paul squinted when he saw the footage for the nth time. It was true. The store manager was an extraterrestrial.
“Liked what you saw?” Dana asked, her eyes glowing green.
“What are you?”
“Don’t worry about that.”
“If you hurt me, everyone will know.”
“Not if you forget everything.”
The security room faded to white.
As you know, I love science fiction as well, especially things involving extraterrestrials, invasions, and whatnot. Whenever I watch a movie or a TV show where that’s the main plot, I always have fun guessing who’s an alien, and who isn’t. Most of the time, I end up being right but, of course, there are exceptions, and surprises are always good. I kind of miss watching something good on the subject but there isn’t much variety in that department, at least not around here.
Anyway, today I had a series of ideas revolving around aliens, some of which I’ll use eventually and others that will wait for their opportunity to shine. I suppose this simple take falls into the first category. Sometimes, odd people are simply odd and in other cases, they’re mind-controlling alien lifeforms that can get inside your mind and make you forget what you saw and maybe who you are as well. I’m not paranoid, but I’d watch your back if I were you.
Like the First Time
Martha caressed Jamie’s hair and asked,
“Was it as good for you as it was for me, baby?”
“I can’t remember,” Jamie replied.
“Really? You’re so lucky!”
“Why?”
“The next time I hypnotize you it will be like the first again…”
“You’re probably right.”
“As always.”
Martha’s hands fluttered soundlessly as Jamie sank once more.
I don’t have a good answer to this query today as there was really no particular source of inspiration for this one. I had another busy day as my Saturdays tend to be, and spent pretty much the whole morning with a headache. It started subsiding around lunchtime when I did my usual scribbling and jotting of notes. Several things came to mind and this was one of them. Being a romantic piece, perhaps it’s a leftover of the recent date. I wasn’t feeling up to snuff that day either, so…
Anyhow, don’t you wish that sometimes you could relive things for the first time again? Well, if hypnotic amnesia works for you, you can. Have fun.
So Weird
Jane stared at the robot.
“This is so weird! Why does it look like your ex-husband?” she asked.
“You know why,” Lucy grinned.
“Fuck! Is this what you do to those you hate now?”
“Sometimes, but it’s fun to do it to friends too.”
“What do you… oh!
Jane screamed as her hands became silver.
Felt like writing something involving robotization today but none of the ideas I had in the morning seemed to go anywhere. This one eventually did but it took way longer than usual, first because the initial concept had too many words and trimming it without losing the meaning proved surprisingly difficult, and second because I had to rearrange some things to make it work. Every now and then, I glitch out and seeing this was mostly my day off, it happened again.