In 55 Words FD MC Challenge 2017 – Day 110

Something happened yesterday that kept me from updating the site so I guess I’m making two entries, today. This piece is about conquering one’s demons with a little bit of mind-control and something very special.


“I won’t be controlled by fear, anger or guilt,” Simon said, looking at the mirror. “Begone, insecurities! Begone, poor judgments! Begone, self-loathing!”
“Well done,” Trish snapped her fingers, awakening him from trance. “Don’t let me ever catch you feeling unworthy again!”
“Yes, dear,” he smiled, kneeling.
The only thing that controlled him was her love.

In 55 Words FD MC Challenge 2017 – Day 107

Pearl S. Buck once wrote:

“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanely sensitive. To them… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death.

Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create — so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, their very breath is cut off…

They must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency they are not really alive unless they are creating.”

Most of it applies to me. I have felt the urge of creation since an early age, and I know that satisfying it keeps me whole. It’s not so much the completed products, but the very act of doing something new. Creativity itself is an addiction, but there are certainly worse things to be addicted to. It is through writing I deliver myself every single day. It is through writing that I find new meanings for the multitude of random thoughts that cross my spirit every single day.

Deep down inside, I also know I’m a hopeless romantic. That’s the only thing that explains why I wrote what I did, today. I hope you like it.


“Slow down a bit,” Annabeth whispered.
“I can’t right now,” Luke responded, filling the canvas with violent strokes of ink.
“If you do, I can create something beautiful,” she continued.
“Like what?”
“Sleep for me now.”
He closed his eyes and her voice unearthed a new brush, painting every corner of his mind with love.

In 55 Words FD MC Challenge 2017 – Day 95

A bit of a late update because my attention was required elsewhere, but an update nonetheless and, this time around, it’s something that goes beyond fantasy for, you see, female dominance and mind control doesn’t always involve kinky stuff. It’s often in the little things, small gestures, a couple of words or a touch at the right time as well because when everything seems to go haywire all at once, it’s good to be reminded that thoughts can be wrong.

The image below is at the core of what I wrote. I think the two of them work well together, and I hope you feel the same way. Enjoy the rest of your day, and think about happy things.


The Right Thoughts

“Everything’s broken.”
“Are you sure?”
“That’s what my thoughts are telling me.”
“Thoughts are often wrong.”
“Are there any right ones then?”
“I know a few.”
Gently, she touched his face.
“What are you thinking now?”
“What you want me to think.”
“Which is…?”
“You still my mind. I love you.”
“I love you too.”

In 55 Words FD MC Challenge 2017 – Day 81

Spring is here but today has been nothing but a cold, grey, and rainy mess where I live. Having become accustomed to the radiant sun, my mood suffered a bit because of it. Something that would feel really nice right now would be to sit by a fire, just watching the flames flicker and feeling its warmth spreading from inside out. Fire is both beautiful and dangerous, but it’s certainly better than ashes, for those are just memories of things that ran their course, and are ready to be swept away. I like the idea of burning bright.

No fireplace for me, but here’s a small video to draw you in.

Today’s piece is about awakening one’s inner flames with a little bit of love and gentle persuasion. Enjoy.


Bradley and Jade sat by the fireplace.
“Are the flames fading?” he asked, drowsily.
“Only if you want them to,” she cooed.
“Am I fading?” he insisted.
“Only if you want to.”
“I want what you want…” he sighed.
“I want a phoenix then!” She commanded.
He burned upon her touch, and everything was pleasure.

In 55 Words FD MC Challenge 2017 – Day 60

In my previous post, I mentioned how I’m trying to express my gratitude more often. Gratitude itself can be a source of inspiration. Quotes I stumble upon often do the trick as well. Take the one below, for instance.


Negative thoughts breed negative thoughts and make it hard to pay attention to the good things in life. Often, mind control stories carry within them a bit of “negativity” as well, especially when they involve things like enslavement, dehumanization and whatnot but one can also approach this universe from an angle of gratitude and sheer bliss, a gateway to the deliverance of minds and release of the fears that haunt them. Loving control is also control. I wrote the piece below to convey just that. Enjoy.

Will You Follow?

Dylan exhaled happily as her words filled every recess of his mind. Sometimes it was so hard to keep going but, knowing she was there, lulling his weary ramblings with patience, gratitude and love made all the difference.
“And now the gates are open…” Maya whispered. “Will you follow?”
She didn’t have to ask twice.