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 source of inspiration is a song I’m sure everyone is familiar with, namely this one.
It was playing on the radio when I woke up this morning and it’s the kind of tune that sticks with you no matter what so the ideas started brewing. The title of the piece is a reference to the album in which it was originally released but I left it unfinished on purpose. Feel free to complete it in any way you like. There are a few other nods easy to spot in the flow of the text. It wouldn’t be a writing of mine if I didn’t do stuff like that. Enjoy.
A Night at the…
The melody echoed far and wide in the deepest recesses of Trevor’s subconscious.
“Nothing really matters… nothing really matters to you…”
Yes, nothing. Nothing except Gina’s voice. Gina’s power. Gina’s control.
“My Queen…” he muttered.
“Music and hypnosis are a perfect combination,” she thought out loud as he nodded, soundlessly.
Time for a kinky rhapsody.
In the last weekend, the Eurovision Song Contest 2017 took place in the city of Kiev, Ukraine and the spectacle ended going against the norm by awarding the prize to the Portuguese entry, a very mellow song, in direct contrast with most of the high-budget productions that shone under the spotlight. Despite having won both the jury and televoting, a lot of controversies hit the Internet shortly after the show was over, with lots of comments claiming such things as “worst winner ever!”, “such a boring song” or “if I’m ever feeling insomniac, listening to this should take care of it in no time”, etc.
Personally, I congratulate the victors but, in the world of my writings, what puts people to sleep are hypnotic songs so let’s play a bit with this whole thing, shall we? Naturally, I had to change the script a bit and even added a sneaky countdown to it all. It’s a rather open-ended affair so you can imagine on your own what transpired afterwards. Have fun.
“… and it’s all settled. We have a winner, Europe. With 321 points and 0 chances of anyone saying otherwise, the victor of this year’s Hypnotic Song Contest is… Portugal! Let’s welcome the interpreter on the main stage to… oh, he seems to be fast asleep and… hmmm, why is his sister whispering in his ear?”
Today’s snippet was written with a dear friend of mine in mind. She’s actually a mermaid in disguise but she only revealed her secret to me and… hmmm, I probably shouldn’t have spilled the beans, right? Oh well, if she sings to me later on and makes me edit this post as an act of contrition, don’t be surprised. Have fun and until tomorrow.
“Dude, that’s a mermaid!” Jeffrey screamed.
“I know,” Damian nodded.
“You have an actual, living mermaid in your swimming pool!”
“I sure do.”
“But how? How were you able to capture one in the first place?”
“I wasn’t,” he shrugged.
“What does that me… oh!”
She began to sing and they both sank into surrender.
I went to a funeral, today. A friend of my mother’s died a sudden death and I accompanied her even though I didn’t really know the person. The shortie was written when I arrived home while listening to the musical piece below.
I know the story is a lot different than the silly things that usually appear here but… it is what it is. I don’t regret writing it.
His Brightest Star
Dan stood by the tombstone, face down, adrift in one last dream.
All around, the world was broken into dull shards of frozen tears. Thoughts were suspended by the realization of the inevitable loss. The trance would fade away, but not the memories of beautiful night skies.
His brightest star was her. Rest in peace.
Another Sunday, another TV show inspired piece? Hmmm… is this the beginning of an inspirational pattern or just a funny coincidence? To be perfectly honest, I don’t know, and it’s probably for the best if I don’t think about it too much and simply enjoy the ideas that pop up in the best way I can.
We’re going back to the 60’s again, this time to meet the zaniness of Batman and companions (because I know at least a couple of people who love it!) I only watched a few episodes of it all on re-runs and such, but I know for a fact it was comedy gold, with a lot of elements entering popular culture like Robin’s catchphrases.
Holy three minutes and eighteen seconds, huh? The idea of fooling around with the catchphrases was my starting point but I needed something else as well, like the classic onomatopeias and a sexy villainess as well. Given my love of music, I could only go for one thing and the moment I realized what that thing was, everything fell into place. Yes, I can safely say everything fits (and this line will gain on a whole different meaning the moment you read the shortie, I promise!)
And so, I’m not going to keep you waiting any longer. Here’s Gotham City’s finest like you’ve never seen them before. Enjoy and don’t forget to tune in tomorrow, same bat-site, same bat… oh, never mind!
Batman ’66… Inches
“Holy Remote-Controlled Sex Toy, Batman!” Robin exclaimed as he saw the giant dildo.
“It’s not as bad as it looks…” Siren teased The Boy Wonder before beginning to sing. “Give it a try.”
“Holy Mind Control Shenanigans, Batman! You must break free!”
“Actually, I was thinking about… hmmm… going deeper…” Batman responded.
Vroom! Ugh! Fizz!
Keeping things simple today as my time is rather limited. The piece below was inspired by my love of music as a whole. It’s safe to say there’s more to the album than first meets the eye, but the subconscious recognizes it and acts, accordingly. I hope you like it.
The New Track
Lacey’s first Pop album had only five songs.
1 – You’ll Never Know What Hit You
2 – The Follower Within
3 – Sleep
4 – Do You Love Me? (Yes, You Do)
5 – Answering Machine
Alan listened and slept, waking just in time to hear her message about the new track she was working on.
Slave to Music.