Red and Green
“Impossible!” Ashton exclaimed.
“No way!” Brian agreed.
“Really?” Chloe smirked.
“A man simply does not do that,” they said in unison.
“Perhaps not, but you will.”
Two fingers snapped.
Under the spotlight, powerless minds slumped.
Red was Ashton’s color.
Emerald green suited Brian just fine.
Dresses glued to their bodies, they danced for her amusement.
Red and green are the primary colors of my country’s flag. I was inspired by the fact despite the fact the piece had nothing to do with flags as you’ve noticed by now. I wanted to write a piece where the two colors featured in a prominent fashion but I also wanted to hide a message in plain sight about a place that has grown to be very important to me. Can you find out what I’m talking about? Hint, I’ve mentioned it several times in the past.
How Many Times?
“Alicia, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing, Joel?”
“It looks like you’re hypnotizing me again.”
“Third time is the charm, dear”
“Wait, you only did it twice?”
“How many do you think I did?”
“Hmmm… ten, give or take.”
“More like seven hundred and ninety-nine, but who’s counting?” she thought.
I wrote one of these every single day of 2016, one of these every single day of 2017, and I keep on going. Yesterday, the total combined was seven hundred and ninety-nine daily writing challenge pieces. With this one, that’s 800! Considering I had so many doubts when I first doing these regularly, I think it’s quite an achievement, don’t you think?
Nothing to See
The plane crash site was immediately closed off.
“There’s nothing to see, move along,” police officers said.
Everyone complied, except Matthew. He peeked, crossed the veil, and gasped at the supernatural debauchery taking place.
Hungry fairies rejoiced, their former meals already exhausted. Honeyed voices coated Matthew’s mind.
Winged teeth were the last thing he saw.
In the mood for something slightly horrific so I wrote the first thing that came to mind which so happened to be mind-controlling, evil fairies, predating the world of men in every possible way imaginable. You need to understand that, sometimes, accidents aren’t really accidents, but rather the work of supernatural forces at hand. Don’t believe me? Oh, you will, sooner or later… I hope you enjoyed this one.
His Dreams
“Tell me about your most recent dream,” Dr Reynolds asked.
“I was wrapped in latex, hypnotized, and milked dry by a woman,” Thomas replied.
“Exciting stuff! Did you see the woman’s face?”
“I believe so, but she told me to forget.”
“Yes, I did,” she confessed.
That night, he dreamed he was a coffee table.
Some of my pieces concerning dreams have sprung from dreams of my own but this wasn’t the case. This one just came to be because my usually clean mind decided to take a trip to the gutter and stay there for a bit, long enough for the words to come forth and fantasies to emerge. Kinky therapists are a staple of mind-control scenarios, and so I added one more to the show. I hope you liked this one and sweet dreams.