Mental Battle
“Today is my day,” Enrique said.
“It is?” Chantelle asked.
“Cinco de Mayo celebrates the victory of the Mexican Army over the French Empire at the Battle of Puebla.”
“Ah, but did the French know hypnosis?”
“Probably not, why?”
“Because I do, my dear.”
Things got spicy and she won the battle for his mind.
So… here’s a little secret. The plan for today was always to make a Cinco de Mayo related piece but my initial take on the subject was going to involve my time-travelling hypnotist. I wrote a few ideas down but, when the time came, I couldn’t use any of them because I couldn’t narrow them down to just 55 words without compromising the story lines I was going for. This doesn’t happen often but, sometimes it does, so I tried something else.
Enrique is meant to be Mexican and Chantelle is a French name so he’s teasing her in a way with his words not knowing victory was meant to be hers all along. If more battles were fought with feminine power this world would probably be a better place. Happy Cinco de Mayo! Thank you for reading.
Who Says It’s the First?
“Mom, I brought the flowers you as… oh God, what are you wearing?” Samuel asked.
“A PVC catsuit, obviously,” Gail grinned.
“It’s Mother’s Day, not Dominatrix Day!”
“Well, I’m a Dominatrix. And a Hypnodomme as well..”
“What? How come it’s the first time I’m hearing this?”
“Who says it’s the first?” She snapped her fingers.
No, my mother is not a dominatrix and she’s not fond of PVC catsuits either as far as I know. She’s a very sweet and gentle woman who happened to raise a kinky fellow who loves writing snippets such as these because they’re fun. I still don’t like hypnotic amnesia for real though.
Hmmm, wait… what if I’m just like Samuel and I’ve forgotten what happened before? Sometimes, I have trouble remembering what I had for lunch the day before so could it be that I’ve been…? Nah, let’s leave the humorous fiction at that. I’m grateful for my mother, and I hope all of you are grateful for yours as well. It’s Mother’s Day around here so let’s celebrate the fact. Thank you for reading and until tomorrow.
Last Words
The hunter looked at his latest bounty. She was worth more dead than alive so…
“Any last words?” he asked, spit dripping from his half-open mouth.
She gave him half a smile, waved her untied hands in front of his eyes and said: “I stole your hypno-gun just now.”
His last words were “Yes, Mistress.”
How this story came to be? Excellent question and one I don’t think I’m able to properly answer today. Impromptu? Spur of the moment? I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking in anything specific when I wrote it. I just did.
However, let’s suppose for a moment I were to develop this little tale into something else. What would that entail? Hmmm, how about post-apocalyptic world, she’s a wanted criminal, and now she’ll become even more dangerous with the weapon of a hunter (and the hunter himself) at her disposal. Just a little sketch but an intriguing one, don’t you think? For now, this is it, just a random thing floating in my mind alongside a million other things I’ve yet to share with you… Who knows if it will become more than that? Thank you for reading and until tomorrow.
New Sentences, New Life
My name is Andy Williams, my favorite color is blue.
My name is Andy Williams, my favorite color is pink.
My name is Andreia Williams, my favorite color is pink.
Janice smiled as she watched the sentences he was typing change before her eager eyes. The reprogramming of his mind was going exactly as planned.
I was typing something earlier today and I made a mistake. It was a mere typo but it changed the flow of the sentence entirely as well as the dynamic established by the previous sentences. For a brief fraction of a second, I was confused when confronted with the possibilities contained within.
Changes usually begin with something small and so does indoctrination. Little things that are easily accepted gradually become bigger things triggered by constant repetition and reinforcement until the new reality is all that’s ever been. A man can become a leader that way, or a slave. A man can become a woman as well. His reality will continue to change for as long as she desires and he’s not going to do anything to stop her because his thoughts are no longer his.