Waiting for Oblivion
Daniel stared at the digital clock. The torment was drawing near again.
At exactly one minute before midnight, his mind would shut off, replaced by whatever perversity his Goddess desired.
It was always like this: a whole day thinking he was free only to falter at the last minute.
He sighed and waited for oblivion.
Another impromptu, albeit a late-night one this time. The weekend is drawing near but I had quite a crazy day at work today. Too much to do, too little time, and frustration galore. I’m glad tomorrow is the last day of the week because I could use some extra rest this time around.
Anyway, like all impromptus, I wrote the first thing that came to me and this particular form of “torture” was it. Imagine thinking you’re free every day only to have that freedom go away at the last minute.
What do you think? Hot or not?
New Pet
Brian handed the kitten to its owner. Though a reward wasn’t needed, she insisted.
“Come in,” the young woman said.
A cauldron bubbled in the center of the living room. It smelled of deodorant and wet cat hair.
“I was about to make a new pet,” she grinned. “You’ll do just fine.”
He never left her house.
So… a true story, one I’m writing down so I never forget the date it happened.
Today, I arrived home about an hour later than usual. I usually walk home but I was feeling tired so I waited for the bus to arrive. It took a little longer than expected but I finally got in and, ten minutes later, I was almost at my doorstep when I heard a faint meow. A small gray kitten – which I eventually came to learn was only four months old – was shivering next to a car. I thought he was injured so I took a closer look, and patted him on the head and the moment I did, he crawled up my legs and basically hugged me. He was scared and didn’t want me to let him go.
Now, I mentioned in the past I’ve considered having a cat in the house and that, sometimes, I feed the strays that are around. However, having two dogs makes things difficult and though I wanted to bring him home, my youngest pup wouldn’t enjoy the idea one bit so I started asking around and ringing bells to see if the little one belonged to anyone nearby. After a while, someone eventually recognized the kitten and pointed me in the right direction, and, luckily, I was able to return him to where he belonged. Don’t you just love a story with a happy ending?
Anyway, that’s why I got home later than usual and also the main reason why I’m only posting this entry so late. My usual schedule got a bit messes up because of this but it was for a good cause.
I wrote this one shortly after just for the fun. No, the kitten’s owner is most certainly not a witch, okay? This was just a bit of silliness that came to me. If the kitten episode hadn’t happened, I most likely would have gone with something else but that’s how the cookie crumbles, I guess.
Just the Beginning
Governor Lord Glasgow laid down his quill and asked,
“Did I please you, Mistress?”
“Yes, slave,” the time-traveling hypnotist replied. “You’re making history right now.”
“Will others follow suit?”
“Yes, but voting is just the beginning. Soon, we’ll take over the world, one mind at a time.”
“Perfect,” he drooled as she parted her legs.
On September 19th, 1893, Governor Lord Glasgow signed the Electoral Bill that made New Zealand become the first country in the world to grant national voting rights to women. In the US, this only happened in 1920 and Great Britain only guaranteed it in 1928. In my country, true women’s vote only occurred after the seventies even though it was a part of the Constitution since 1931.
Anyway, given the date and the fact that the last time-traveling hypnotist piece was a bit different than the norm, I decided to write simpler. First, women get to vote, then they take over the major political positions, and finally they control the world. Do you like Horatia’s plan?
Birthday Treat
Amber’s presents caught June off-guard.
“Are they all for me?” she asked.
“Yes, dear. Now that you’re of age, you deserve a treat.”
“Wow! Best birthday ever!”
“Good. Which one will you play with first?”
“Can’t decide, so how about all?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Twenty-one hypnoslaves for twenty-one anniversaries. The party would be wild.
Felt like writing something lighthearted for today’s challenge piece. I’m not going to say this was the first thing that came to mind but it was the first I was able to make it work the way I wanted it to. A hell of a party, don’t you think?