Creativity
“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.
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.
Losing it Again
“I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom…” Charles sighed.
“Longing for the innocence of old?” Alice smirked.
“No,” he continued. “I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.”
“That’s why we have hypnosis…”
She began by making him lose his clothes.
The work of F. Scott Fitzgerald – as featured in the picture above – inspired this one.
Charles’ lines are quotes of his from the book This Side of Paradise, with just a few minor tweaks to fit the word limit. The punchline was mostly added for humorous sake. I hope you liked it.
Liquid Dominance
“Are you sure it will work?” Steph asked, in fear.
“Absolutely,” Dana replied. “My tonic will unleash your innermost desires.”
Steph took a sip and felt the liquid dominance overwhelm her submissive nature.
“Yummy!” She exclaimed.
“I know. Now what?”
“Bend over, slave…”
“Yes?” Dana’s eyes glimmered.
“… and make me a supply for a lifetime!”
My inspiration comes from a lot of sources. Most of the times, I do the work of unraveling it on my own but, on occasions, I specifically ask others to chime in, to offer me suggestions of things they would like me to work with. I like being challenged that way as it allows me to open up to other perspectives I would probably not do so otherwise. Today’s piece was born of such a suggestion, one that was phrased like this:
Turn a submissive woman into a Domme? Make a change from having the Domme already there?
Although I know I tackled similar concepts in some writings a while back, there’s nothing wrong with trying to explore new avenues with them. The fact that an infomercial for one of those rejuvenating tonics was airing at the moment I began writing it, influenced the overall outcome. Thanks for the suggestion, Steph!
Control
“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.
A piece is about conquering one’s demons with a little bit of mind-control and something very special. What did you think?