Saturday Story 2024 – Week 23 (After the Show)
New story on my Patreon. This is an expansion/variation of an old piece of flash fiction. Synopsis below:
Paul attends a stage hypnosis show by the lovely Anne Chanting and then things get weird.
I’ve been posting an expanded version of a past writing every month for a while now. June should have been the month for Excerpts From the Diary of a Hypnodomme, but I wasn’t happy with what I wrote, so I had to go back to the drawing board for that one.
This piece was the next one in the queue. The original piece was less than 500 words long and while the basic concept was similar, things didn’t play out the same way. This new take is seven times longer, has more characters and a few extra bells and whistles.
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A small excerpt is available below:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/105842661
As the lights dimmed in the theater and a hush fell over the audience, Paul Walters couldn’t help but feel a wave of skepticism wash over his mind. It was the first time he was attending a stage hypnosis show and he was anything but thrilled. Part of it was because he had a troubled history with hypnosis and the rest came from a sense of inner betrayal it would take him a long time to recover from. His best friends – Eric and Thomas – had tricked him into being there.
“I can’t believe you guys did this!” he mumbled. “You said we were going to someplace cool.”
“Oh, this is the coolest shit you’ll see all year, trust me!” Eric replied. Despite being forbidden to consume alcohol in the venue, he had snuck a beer can inside the room and was rolling it between his fingers while he waited for the fun to start.
“What he said, man!” Thomas nodded. His body language wasn’t as enthusiastic as his friend’s, but he was still enjoying himself.
The three men were all in their late twenties and possessed a distinct aura that set them apart.
Paul, with his tousled chestnut hair and piercing blue eyes that flickered with a hint of apprehension, exuded an air of quiet introspection. He had a lean frame and a furrowed brow, and it was as almost he was always carrying the weight of the world in his shoulders.(…)
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