Heading to Church
“Alan?”
“Hi, Mom.”
“Why are you naked in the middle of the street?”
“Heading to church.”
“Please explain.”
“My new girlfriend is a Goddess. I need to go worship her.”
“I like her already! Let me take you to her.”
“You want to worship, too?”
“No, just her brainwashing recipe to use on your father.”
This impromptu was written during my lunch break, today. I wasn’t really thinking about anything in particular, just scribbling down some notes on my new black book when this random idea came to me. I don’t consider myself a religious person but women are Goddesses so in a sense I guess I am. I don’t want to go walk around the streets naked though. It’s cold out there.
Bright Fate
“Dani, run!” Grace exclaimed.
“Why?”
“Because if that thing catches you, we’re doomed. It will use you as a conduit to enslave everyone.”
“Are you saying all men and women will kneel at my feet?”
“Yes.”
“And you call that a dark fate? Nah, I’m good.”
Dani stepped in the machine’s way and embraced assimilation.
Yeah, I saw Terminator: Dark Fate, today. We have a partial curfew going on around here because of the rise in coronavirus cases and one of our premium movie channels was open to everyone all weekend to “convince” people to stay indoors. I finished my writing session shortly before the movie began and then took the opportunity to unwind a bit.
The movie was… okay, I guess. The Terminator series has long jumped the shark as they keep trying to kick-start new trilogies to no avail so I created my own spin of it. I used some characters’ names but the whole package is pretty new. Why should “terminate” mean “kill”, anyway?
Would you watch this movie?
Old Triggers
Victor opened the last bag in the attic and exclaimed:
“Fuck!”
“What’s wrong?” Brandon asked.
“It’s one of Marie’s music boxes. She used to trigger me with these.”
“So? It’s been three years, man! Aren’t you over her already?”
“I don’t know.”
“Let’s find out…”
Brandon’s ass has never been the same since that day.
Like I always say, music is my greatest love after writing. That’s never going to change. I’m also quite fond of music boxes. I had one a few years back that was like a miniature organ and you could actually make changes to the melody in real time. It was quite fun, but it was also quite old and when it finally broke down, it was beyond repair.
Anyway, thinking about music boxes and memories today prompted this one. A bit of trigger silliness, if you will. Poor Brandon!
Oblivion Drop
Dean stood against the bedroom wall, mindlessly repeating:
“I must obey Goddess Carmen. I must obey Goddess Carmen…”
It was all he could say. Whenever the words brushed his lips, he fell deeper into trance, compelled to keep going until she was pleased.
Goddess Carmen checked her watch and smiled. Ten more hours should suffice.
Back to the grind today. The day was busy and kind of ugly. It’s also raining like hell right now. Seeing as yesterday’s piece had a humorous vibe, today I decided to go the other way around and write something edgier. Brainwashing and hypnosis often go hand in hand, the same with mantras, but sessions tend to be short. Something as long as this one would probably fry a brain completely, don’t you think?
Still, would you like to be in his shoes?