Duel
His trigger finger twitched, bloodshot eyes roved the deserted square.
She didn’t flinch, and controlled the motion. Vigorous swings captured his thoughts until only kneeling was left.
As he collapsed. she smiled at having conquered the West once again.
Moral of this tale: don’t bring a knife to a gunfight. Use a pocket watch, instead.
The popular expression at the end of it was the main catalyst, really. That sentence came to mind and so did the punchline and then it was a matter of working backwards in order to reach the intended result. It’s yet another piece of fetish silliness just the way I like them. I can only hope you found it amusing.
Service is Down
The Internet went down.
“Your service will resume shortly,” Alan’s computer said.
The Internet went up again.
The Internet went down.
“My service will resume shortly,” Alan droned.
The Internet went up again.
The Internet went down.
“Your service to me will resume shortly,” Samantha commanded.
The Internet stayed down.
Alan kissed her stockinged feet.
This piece was inspired by fractionation and the fact that my Internet connection has been pretty much unstable all day because of the bad weather. Fractionation is a technique used in hypnotic mind control whose primary goal is to put the subject in and out of trance repeatedly, each time going deeper than the last. The manipulation of emotions is also a part of it to some extent because it’s been proven that people are more predisposed to acquiesce with something after they experienced an emotional shock of sorts.
In my tale, Internet and computers were used as a metaphor for the fractionation process as Alan goes deeper each time the Internet goes down and when it’s up again, he regains some semblance of consciousness although not for long. At first, it’s just an outside reference, then it’s internalized as Internet service becomes submissive service in his mind, and it concludes with Samantha taking full control of his actions as she becomes the desired object which he must serve. The title also carries within a double meaning as he goes down to kiss her feet.
Keeping everything down to just 55 words proved to be quite daunting at first but I think I was able to pull it off nicely in the end. I hope you enjoyed this one.
Focus
“Focus on what’s important,” she whispered.
“You are,” he muttered.
“No. Your dreams, your ambitions, your desires. I am the pen but the story is yours,” she continued.
The warmth of her words lulled him. She was right, and that’s why he loved her, hypnotized or not.
He saw his dreams waving and waved back.
Fighting for one’s dreams is hard, especially when one lacks the mental fortitude to do so. I’m trying to fight for mine with this site and everything I’ve already been accomplish with it but I dream of doing so much more, achieving so much more. It’s not easy to keep going at times. In fact, it would be a lot easier to curl up and forget this was ever a thing. I spent years not believing my writing, sharing my thoughts and ideas with only a select few and reacting poorly to compliments and such because I’m socially awkward that way. Creating Spell… B-O-U-N-D has been a major breakthrough for me and I desperately wish for it to grow so I can continue to grow alongside with it. To anyone out there reading this, I hope you’re able to somehow help me to do just that.
I wrote this somewhat romantic piece as a token of hope. The weather sucks around here and even when it doesn’t, I often see grey instead of lively colors. Spell… B-O-U-N-D is a rainbow, my rainbow, and I want to fight for it until my knuckles bleed. I don’t want my dreams to die.
Go Deeper
“In horror movies, some things are certain: there’s always something in the mist, the call comes from inside the house, and the maid always hypnotizes the boss.”
“Wait, what?” Jonathan muttered, old scares being replaced with latex cravings he believed impossible. He was terribly aroused.
“Go deeper,” Diana grinned as she continued to reprogram him.
This is a random impromptu. I’m not really sure how the idea came to be because everything regarding it is kind of hazy. I suppose adding a new post to my other blog helped given it deals with horror stories after all and since I recently wrote a photo-story about an hypnotic maid… yeah, maybe that’s what happened. I honestly don’t know and something tells me it’s best not to think too much about it. I hope you enjoyed the weirdness, nonetheless.