Heat Wave
“God, this heat is unbearable!” Jeffrey noted, hands covered in sweat.
“Yeah,” his best friend Bill agreed. “It can’t possibly get any hotter!”
“Are you sure about that?” Diana asked, stepping into view. She wore only a seductive smile and a spiral pendant around her neck.
Their minds blew up simultaneously. The thermometers followed suit.
The title of today’s piece says pretty much everything you need to know. The temperatures around here have been insane in the past few days and it’s almost impossible to keep cool. A little bit of mind-control could help but, in this case, I think it does precisely the opposite.
Extinction
Peter lay in a pool of semen, blood and a mixture of other bodily fluids only a microscope could identify. His hands were numb, his thoughts broken. He loved masturbating too much and Claire had heightened that desire to the point of rupture.
Now he would never do it again without her permission. Training successful.
Today’s piece is a mess. I mean, it talks about messy things… the opening imagery is a bit crude but I wouldn’t be able to convey what I wanted to convey without it. No explicit reference to mind-control of any kind in this one but it’s heavily implied something took place in order to provoke the mental readjustment at the end.
Devil’s Due
“Lucifer!”
“Yes, Lilith?” The Deceiver came running.
“Didn’t I tell you to scrub the floor two hours ago?”
“Yes, Lilith, but I was spreading racial hate across the U.S. and…”
“Forget hate! Don’t you want to be a good boy?” Her emerald eyes shimmered.
“Always… Mistress.”
The devil isn’t in the details. He’s just pussy-whipped.
As it’s widely known already, my inspiration comes from numerous different sources, some of which, sometimes, I’m not able to pinpoint accurately. Such is not the case with today’s entry to the challenge, as it results from an interpretation of a famous proverb (you’ll know which one the moment you read the short story), some thoughts about the state of turmoil plaguing American lands at the moment and my love of supernatural themes. We should all just forget hate and focus on the good things in life, with creativity and humor being definitely two of them. Again, no explicit reference to mind-control but surely you can read between the lines given both the theme and the characters in it.
Tasty
“How’s dinner, Mike?”
“Wonderful. Best meal I ever had but… what is it?”
“Dog food and the reason why you love it so much is because I hypnotized you before you started eating.”
“Ah! Always the jokester! You almost fooled me, Joan.”
“You’re right, I was kidding,” she sipped her wine. “It’s actually cat food.”
I had to go shopping, today. I usually do it on Sundays but I was missing some key ingredients that couldn’t wait until then so I made a slight detour to the nearest supermarket during my lunch break and, while I was there, saw a very cute young couple filling their cart to the brim with a huge variety of animal food. Seeing I’m an animal lover myself (I have two beautiful dogs), I found it all very endearing but the deviant thoughts that race through my innocent (yeah, right!) mind pretty much every day decided otherwise and today’s entry was born. You don’t want to be in Mike’s shoes, right?