Okay, this one is dirty. Or rather, dirtier than usual. I simply felt like going this route. Truth be told, I’m on a diet myself trying to shed some extra pounds I gained in the last couple of months but this special treatment is reserved for stories alone. Dirty or not, I hope you have some fun with it. Until tomorrow.
“How’s your diet, Jake?” His brother, Anthony, asked.
“Wonderful. Melissa has been helping me with her hypnotic skills. I already lost three pounds in two weeks!”
“Jake?” Melissa intervened, dropping her skirt.
“Yes, dear?” He responded, eyes glazing.
“It’s time for today’s fluid intake.”
“Yes, dear,” he immediately knelt.
Who needs water anyway?
The chess lover in me decided it was time for a game. It’s not the first time I’ve played with it in my creations, and I’m pretty sure it won’t be the last either. This is a very simple entry, but I still think it’s fun. I hope you do too. Enjoy and until tomorrow.
Mark threw his arms up in the air.
“No, it’s not!”
“Knights don’t spiral across the chess board, Sandra!”
“And who said anything about playing chess?”
The piece continued twirling as his breathing slowed down, almost crawling to a halt.
He was the pawn. She was the Queen. Checkmate in 3, 2, 1…
Yesterday was the longest night of the year where I live courtesy of a very popular celebration and the fact that my neighbors had a party going on with loud music and fireworks at every possible turn. I thought today I would be in the clear but, alas!, they decided to go for a second round and I’m already getting tired of their antics.
Sadly, there’s not much I can do to stop them. I’ll just write a story based on it all. This is how one of my mind-controllers would take care of it. Have fun.
“Keep it quiet,” Rita demanded. “I’m trying to get some sleep!”
“Sorry sis,” a drunken neighbor replied. “but it’s party time!”
“Oh, You’ll be sorry alright,” she thought as she reached for her iPod and her favorite playlist started playing.
The eager moans of enraptured servants throwing themselves at her feet were the perfect lullaby.
Today’s piece is partially born of a request. Earlier today, I received a message from someone that prefers to remain unidentified asking me if I could write one of these shorties with some form of mummification at the core of it. Although not something I’m particularly fond of, I accepted the challenge just for the fun of it and, after a few minutes of mental back and forth, came to the conclusion that there was only one way – and one woman! – to pull this off. I hope you missed her because Agent 47-D is back for another round. Have fun and enjoy your weekend.
All Wrapped Up
“You should have returned from your mission two days ago!”
“I know but I needed to wrap some things up first.”
“You turned those terrorists into mummies, didn’t you?”
“Maybe?” She giggled before adding “I hope you can make room for a pair of sarcophagi…”
He hung up the phone and sighed.
Today’s piece was inspired by the combination of a message I saw in the WordPress dashboard and the fascination of a friend of mine for feet. I almost added the numerals 1.73 to the software version being installed but ultimately decided against it. Have fun and until tomorrow.
The message on the screen read:
“An updated version of your mind is available. Click the button below to download.”
Lester followed the instructions, smiling as the new strings of commands of his Mistress came to life. When it was over, the words “toenail muncher” flashed inside his brain.
Lunch was going to be scrumptious.
Some classic shenanigans, today. Not much more I can say about this piece, really. Don’t get confused, okay?
Right and Wrong
“I know that pendant, Chloe. You’ve used it to get inside my head countless times.”
“You’re mistaken, Stan.”
“Are you really going to try to convince me you never hypnotized me to do your bidding?”
“No. You just got the wrong pendant.”
Lucky for her, the right one was in her pocket.
It’s time for another familiar story to become something else within my secret box of deviant thoughts. After my recent folly with the world of Aladdin, I began thinking of other tales I could subvert. The following was the first that came to mind. I suspect others will follow, eventually. I hope you like it. Until tomorrow.
The cup fell to the floor and shattered into a million pieces.
“What….? What did you do to me?” He growled, hands trembling.
“Isn’t it obvious I drugged your tea?”
“Because it’s time to make a beauty out of you, beastie,” she replied, yellow dress in hand.
Make-up, hair, and nails would follow.