Alien Dominion
Ripley opened the hyper-sleep pod with brute force.
“What are you…?”
“Shut up, Hicks!”
“You look different,” he noted.
“I am different,” she agreed. “I can feel her becoming a part of me.”
“No! That can’t be.”
“Oh yes… such power! Soon, all Xenomorphs will be my pets.”
“What about me?”
“You can start now…”
One can say this was a piece almost thirty years in the making. If you’ve read my About Me page, you know I was heavily influenced by sci-fi as I was growing up. My first fictional writings were of that nature and the Alien franchise certainly left quite an impression. Allow me to share with you some of my stories concerning it.
The first movie I saw was Aliens. I was nine and alone in the house. I shouldn’t have seen it at such an early age, but I did. It was gruesome, made me kind of sick, but it was also awesome, especially the final sequence between Ripley and the Alien Queen. Despite the graphic imagery, I loved it way more than I should have.
A few years later, my first girlfriend turned out to be a major Sigourney Weaver fan. It was thanks to her I saw the original movie, as well as Alien 3 and we went to the theater to see Alien Resurrection together when it came out. It was nice. After we parted ways, I continued to explore the franchise and I can say I’ve seen all movies related to it now. However, seeing Aliens was the first, it’s still the one I enjoy the most.
I wrote this piece as an homage to it all, but I had to put my own spin on it. I was never much of a fan of the transition between Aliens and Alien 3, even though the concept of Ripley having an Alien Queen growing inside of her never repulsed me like it repulsed some fans. Still, if the plot were to veer into the major guidelines of this site, how would that play out? Corruption is the key. In Alien Resurrection, Ripley is a clone and a hybrid seeing she has alien characteristics mixed with her human DNA. In my tale, something similar happens but you can rest assured that if they were to make a movie out of this “parallel universe”, there would be less gore and more mind-warping. This snippet is just a prelude to it all, and I’ll leave the rest to your imagination. I hope you enjoyed it.
Forget Everything
“I have a problem, Lana,” Steve declared.
“Just one?” She giggled, looking down.
“I’m serious, here. Every time I become aware of one of your suggestions, it stops working.”
“Forget everything then,” she commanded.
He closed his eyes and opened them again, staring into the endless void of his persona. Then, he began to choke.
That was weird, wasn’t it? Good. Was it also a bit unsettling? Good. That’s what I was going for. I wanted to write something horrific today and horror can be found in the most uncanny of places. In this case, it’s in the power of suggestion, amplified by the literal understanding of it all. Of course, this is impossible, or is it?
Rock Paper Trance
“Rock crushes scissors,” Alan said.
“Scissors cut your resistance,” Diana smiled.
“What? You can’t go on changing the rules like that.”
“But I like to. Another go?”
“Fine… one, two, three! A-ha, paper covers rock!”
“Rock hypnotizes you,” she flashed her ring at him.
He sighed. He was never going to win at her games.
A series of remarks yesterday at the Inraptured chatroom led to this one. Thanks to the dry wittiness of both conrad1on and I, Rock Paper Scissors soon incorporated blowtorches, bombs, and wire cutters. It was as silly as you’re thinking it was but it was certainly fun. After the jokes came to an end, I started thinking about a fetish approach to it all and, today, I wrote it. If there’s a lesson to be learned from this one is never play games with a hypnotist, or rather, do play them but don’t expect to win. 😉 Given yesterday’s horrific approach, something light and humorous feels appropriate now, don’t you agree?
Everyone Likes It
The message was clear, yet confusing. “999 bloggers like this.”
“Like what?” Trent didn’t remember posting anything and…
“Oh!” His jaw dropped when he loaded the site and saw a picture of himself, naked, a handwritten sign on his cock.
“Mistress’ mindless pet,” it said.
Mind starting to drift again, he hit the “like” button.
Here’s a little something about me: I’m not much for “like” buttons. I hardly use them. When confronted with something I really like online, my gut reaction is to make a public comment about it or send a private message to the creator or person that posted such thing. I prefer that personal touch myself because I love getting feedback and interacting with people through it and I suspect the great majority of others feels the same way. Of course, simply hitting a button is easier which is why I believe many people stick to that. Nothing against that stance but mine will always be the same unless I’m mindfucked into thinking differently (it could happen…)