In 55 Words FD MC Challenge 2017 – Day 293

Okay, the following entry is weird. Or perhaps I should say it’s weirder than usual given I write weird things all the time. In fact, it’s so weird I’m having a hard time right now to come to terms with the thought processes that inspired it. Nonetheless, I shall try and write a few lines about it while I’m at it.

Where should I begin? Hmmm… Misdirection might be a good starting point. Yes, this is a tale about misdirection. Born of an impromptu, I sought to purposively make you, the readers, believe in something at first, something that may not be what actually takes place. In a way, I wanted to shatter everyone’s expectations regarding the themes that are at the core of this writing challenge and the blog/site as a whole. Because you’re already familiar with what I write, reading the first few lines of this tale is sure to evoke feelings of anticipation. The problem with anticipating things is that, sometimes, what we anticipate doesn’t always come true so…

Here’s the thing though. Misdirection can lead to anticipation in the same way that anticipation can bring about misdirection and when the two of them come together, it becomes hard to realize what it’s true and what it’s not. Hypnosis and mind control often rely on little things like this. In order to bypass a subject’s critical functions, you confuse them, tell them stories, invoke contradictory feelings. In the end, it doesn’t really matter because if the belief kicks in, then it becomes true and “magic” happens.

Depending on the point of view you choose to take, the story below is either a cop-out or is, in fact, more relevant than anything else because words have many different meanings. Read the last line very carefully and make your own judgment. Have a good weekend.


Cold Feet

“Anna, I’m… I’m not so sure about this anymore.”
“Awww… getting cold feet all of a sudden, Jack?”
“Yes. It’s my head we’re talking about, for crying out loud!”
“I know, but think how good it’s going to be when it’s nice and clean for me.”
“I…”
“Shhh… just relax…”
And so the shaving began.

S.B.

Middle name Creative. Writer and artist with a penchant for themes of Female Domination, Hypnosis and Mind Control. My thoughts are my own except when they’re not.

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