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.
Ah, don’t you just love family? Another random, slightly humorous piece today. I don’t like being confused but it’s always a good theme for a bit of tomfoolery. The title has no connection to the famous TV show whatsoever. Until tomorrow.
“Mark? It’s been ages. How are you?” James queried.
“Hey, Al. Remember my sister Clarissa?” he pointed at the gorgeous redhead next to him.
“No, because you don’t have a sister.”
“I meant cousin,” James retorted, confused.
“You don’t have a cousin called Clarissa, either.”
“Hmmm… Niece? Stepdaughter?”
If only he remembered the word Hypnodomme.
Sometimes, my pieces don’t have direct references to hypnosis or mind-control but just because you can’t read about them, that doesn’t mean they’re not there. Take the following piece of humor for instance. I think it’s easy enough to understand something out of the ordinary took place, right? Oh, and I’m pretty sure he made the right choice in the end. If that should be the case, enjoy, and until tomorrow.
“Wake up, sleepyhead!” Zoe giggled.
“How long was I out?” Julian asked.
“If it’s any consolation, you weren’t really sleeping most of the time…”
“Then what was I…?” He looked around. There was a French maid’s outfit on the floor.
“Do you really want to know, Juliette?” She laughed.
“Non,” he blushed.
Felt like going for something confusing, again. The principle of confusion is simple and consists in using the mind’s own desire of rationalization against it. This seems to work particularly well with highly analytical persons, because they hang on to every little thing, trying to dissect each idea, each thought into something perfectly categorized and intelligible and when that fails to happen, the brain short-circuits, the ability to resist external suggestion goes along with it. I began with English’s most famous pangram, tweaked it, and then added some extra nonsense to create a bit of a distraction because it’s quite amazing “how vexingly quick daft zebras jump!”, isn’t it? Sorry, don’t get too confused, just smile and enjoy the humor for what it is, okay?
“… and the quick brown foxy lady jumped over the lazy doggy servant. Short jumps all the way to Mars. ‘Kneel and shine,’ she said, sipping an orange juice made of fresh coconuts as a wooden spoon fell with a clang…”
“That’s… I…” Nathan mumbled, confused beyond belief.
Paige covered his eyelids and began the reprogramming.
Time is a funny thing, isn’t it? I opened this site to the general public on February 18th on my part of the world and it’s March 18th already. I had to do something to evoke the fact, but I wrapped it in a little exercise about perception and a bit of mind control fun. Thank you to everyone that has dropped by this little corner of the Internet in the last month and I hope you can continue enjoying these fantasy escapades as well as everything else that’s in the making. We’ll be here all year, at least. Have a good weekend.
“It’s been a month already?”
“Yeah, feels like a year though.”
“Funny how time goes by…”
“You’re right. Thank God it’s Friday.”
“It’s Saturday, Fred.”
“It was Friday a second ago.”
“Are you sure?” Laura continued swinging her pocket watch.
And to think they had only known each other for five minutes.