Vengeance
“… and then he screamed as the turkeys carved his body piece by piece. It was great!” Mary laughed.
“Jesus, girl! I know you love your hypnosis, but surely there was a better way to teach your boyfriend to stop eating meat!” Janice said.
“None as fun as this. Want to go under next?”
Janice gulped.
It’s Thanksgiving in the US and I always do a piece related to it on the day. I actually had an early piece in the month featuring Alexandra Ryder and costumes, but I wanted to do something different this time around and this was it. I mentioned in the past I’m more of a flexitarian person nowadays. While I still eat meat from time to time, the instances of such are getting rarer and rarer. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to transition to full vegetarian (I don’t think so because there are a lot of things I can’t eat) but I certainly don’t regret my current dietary choices.
Anyway, I suppose if you want to convince someone to stop eating meat starting around Thanksgiving, hypnotizing them into believing the turkeys are out to get you instead of the other way around, is certainly one way to do it.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Keeping Him Safe
Quentin gasped as the inside of his mask was flooded with an intoxicating purple mist.
“What?” he mumbled, staring at his older sister’s twisted grin. “You said this would keep me safe!”
“I meant it. The world devours innocents like you, but if I enslave you first…”
His eyes rolled over as mindlessness conquered all.
Once again, the description sets the stage. After working on the piece entitled The Vaccum of Her Thougths two days ago, alatar123 wrote the following:
Could I order a gas mask with hypnotic gas?
I said yes but since I had already something planned for Thanksgiving yesterday, I saved the idea I had for today and this was it. The basic inspiration was the following: many people shelter others from the world to ‘keep them safe’ (whatever that means), so I went with that in a twisted way, and what could be more twisted than an enslaving older sister?
Imagination Flies
He sits by the porch, looking at the sky, a small dog sleeping at his feet. He sports a smile as wide as The Milky Way, for the truth no one else sees is as clear as crystal.
Every night is full of sapphires, shooting stars within his mind. When the mind kneels, imagination flies.
Given the date and what I wrote in my most recent blog post, surely doesn’t come as a surprise to you. I always write a piece for her on her birthday for many reasons, with this challenge certainly being one of them. While I had already written micro-fiction pieces before meeting her, it was only after doing so that the daily challenge began and the daily challenge began was the first step in creating Spell… B-O-U-N-D. I keep mentioning how deeply intertwined these things are because it’s true and the truth doesn’t stop being so even if we as a species forget it, sometimes. Some things are meant to be and this is one of them.
A bit of a metaphorical and poetic vibe with this one but the feeling of gratitude is genuine and, as such, it must be brought forth. Happy Birthday, Princess!
Jersey
The home team’s players surrounded the referee, demanding an explanation.
“How was that a foul?” The captain asked. “Why did you blow the whistle?”
“She told me to,” the referee answered, pointing at the stadium stands to his right. On the front row, sat a gorgeous redhead flashing her hypnotic boobs.
“Right…” everyone else drooled.
Spent most of the day resting as I usually do on Sundays to recover my strengths. I turned on the TV at some point and there was a soccer game on. I rarely watch sports so I turned it off almost immediately but I still got an idea out of it and this was it. Just a silly little thing, really, but everyone knows boobs often do strange things to men.