Plan A, B, C…
Attract prospect man-slave with pheromone perfume. If that doesn’t work…
Bash prospect man-slave on the head and use drugs to render him docile. If that doesn’t work…
Coax prospect man-slave with subliminal messages until his brain turns to mush. If that doesn’t work…
Dominate the writer or anyone that reads this. No one will mind.
You know how plans go, right? You start with A, then move on to B if things go south. B turns to C and you either keep running the alphabet until you find something that works or you go back to square one to draw a new plan. This was a somewhat humorous and self-referential piece about plans. How does a female mind-controller go about her business when the time comes to find a new servant?
The Countdown
“Count down with me,” Mara began. “One hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight, ninety-seven, ninety-five…”
“You skipped ninety-six,” Claude noted.
“Did I?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Ninety-four, ninety-three, ninety-two, ninety-one, eighty-nine…”
“You skipped a number again.”
“Oh? Silly me… I’m glad you’re paying attention.”
“Someone has to…” he shrugged. “So when are you putting me under?”
“When indeed?” She smiled.
The most common definition of hypnosis goes something like this: a state of human consciousness involving focused attention and an enhanced capacity to respond to suggestion. Using it as a reference alongside the fact that there only one hundred days left in the year and in this writing challenge, I constructed this simple piece. When do you think something is going to happen?
Odyssey
“Oh my God, Mario possessed a Goomba!”
“Jack!” Amber protested. “You’ve watched that trailer a million times now! How can you still be surprised?”
“It’s so fucking hype!” He replied.
“Less hype, more fucking please!” She threw her hat at him.
Immediately, his eyes glazed over, much to her surprise.
Mind-controlling odyssey, here we go!
Let’s see… Runny nose? Check. Sore throat? Check. Severe cough? Check. Having a hard time breathing on occasions? Check. Running a bit of a temperature? Check. Yeah, I’m sick once more. I woke up like this and I’ve been feeling like crap pretty much all the day. Now, if you thought I was going to use sickness as a theme for today’s entry, sorry to disappoint you.
This piece was inspired by Super Mario Odyssey and Mario’s new ability to possess/control living creatures and inanimate objects via his ghost hat companion. What if such a mechanic turned out to be true in our world? How would that play out in an FD short story? The silly writing above was my attempt to answer such questions.
Awesome
Paul looked at her T-shirt.
“Seriously?” You really are full of yourself, Daisy.”
“Not as much as you are filled with me.”
“No way.”
“The fact that you keep staring proves my point.”
“If you think I’m going to wear something ridiculous too…”
“I think you’re not going to wear a thing.”
She was right.
I wish I could say I’m feeling better but, sadly, that’s not the case. Still sick, I’m afraid. Still, the show must go on no matter what. Today’s piece was inspired by the image below.
Have fun and, hopefully, I’ll “see” you all tomorrow.