She Changed My Mind
“You did what?” Harris fumed.
“I gave Angela a Greek kiss… or ten.” His younger brother shrugged.
“You were supposed to break up with her, not kiss her ass hole, Nate!”
“I know, but she changed my mind…”
“What a fucking hypno-bitch!”
“Yep, and one that loves cock, too. Pants, please.”
Harris ran like hell.
This may seem hard to believe considering some of the things I write but I discovered the meaning of “Greek kiss”, today. Yeah, I had never heard it before, go figure! The prompt of said discovery motivated this one and all the dirtiness that followed. However, this is just fiction, not really interested in anything that transpires between those two brothers.
Bait
Ten men walked into the Woods of Hailing, looking for a missing child.
Only one returned, a month later, babbling about orgies and a horned woman with hypnotic red eyes.
He’s been locked in an asylum ever since, screaming every day.
“I need my Goddess! PLEASE!”
Another child has gone missing, today. It’s bait time.
My love of supernatural and slightly horrific scenarios struck again today. It’s Sunday, the day in which I tend to do most of my writing for quite some time now and this idea came to me during one of my breaks. Had a lot of fun with it despite the implications of the concept. I hope you enjoyed it as well.
Reading Type
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“Forgive me for saying this but since when you’re the reading type?” He pointed at the thick volumes on her desk.
“I’m not. This is punishment for a slave. One book read for every time he ignores a command.”
“You make him forget on purpose, don’t you?”
“You know me so well…”
Before you ask, yes, I’m the reading type although I don’t read as much as I would like because most of the time I’m busy doing other things with my creative juices. Still, looking at my book collection today gave me an idea and it became this humorous piece of fiction. I’ll let you guess what books she has her slave read.
Shadow Drop
Curious Gregory peeked through the main window of his best friend’s house but, try as he may, all he could see were shadows in the wall.
There was Bob, his girlfriend Alicia, and a pendant swinging back and forth.
Gregory squinted and then stared, black becoming pure blankness.
The shadow dropped, and so did he.
When I was young, I loved to play with shadows, from creating animal silhouettes on the wall and whatnot as children do but also setting up objects under different lighting conditions to create a more elaborate scene. I was never very skilled at it but it was fun.
Today, I found myself thinking about it, and then it hit me. Would someone seeing the shadow of a man being hypnotized be hypnotized as well? I honestly don’t know and that’s why I wrote this one.