Merry XXX-mas
“… and a Happy New Year,” her melodic voice echoed all around.
Alan hung up the phone, ecstatic. Receiving a message from his Hypnodomme on Christmas day was the best present ever and…
Why was he humping the front door like a madman?
Why were all the neighbors watching?
Why didn’t he care?
Merry XXX-mas indeed!
It’s the final week of year 2. It’s also Christmas Day. Naturally, today’s entry must revolve around it. This one is naughty. This one is dirty. This one should be kept away from the eyes of children everywhere. In spite of all that, it’s also a fun fantasy and the purpose of these is to have fun through and through. Enjoy the Holiday Season, have fun. Merry Christmas, everyone!
When the New Year Hits
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“Putting Christmas presents inside stockings is one thing…”
“Yes…?”
“Having me wear them twenty-four seven is another!”
“But they look so good on you and even match the color of your eyes.”
“Sigh… When will the suggestion wear off?”
“When the New Year hits.”
“Good.”
Too bad she forgot the word “Chinese”.
I woke up quite early today, excited for what’s to come. Year 2 of this challenge is almost coming to an end but I have big plans for Spell… B-O-U-N-D in 2018. Until then, there’s still time for an old friend to make one more appearance. Yes, Alexandra Ryder is back with a bit of seasonal mischief. If you feel sorry for the poor General at this point, please don’t. I promise you that, by now, he’s already used to it all. Even if he weren’t, it’s not like he has a choice.
Test Ride
“How was Christmas, Joan?”
“Wonderful, Trish. Yours?”
“Likewise. Lots of presents?”
“Just one,” she pointed out the window. “THAT!”
“New model?”
“Yes.”
“I love it. Can I go for a test ride later?”
“Not sure. You broke the last one.”
“Please!”
“Fine. My place at eight.”
Trish brought her pocket watch. Joan supplied the slave.
The finish line draws nearer and nearer but is it really the end or the prelude to another race? Only time will tell really but 2017 doesn’t have much time in it. Today’s piece is about presents, rides, and misdirection. Yes, by now you should know things aren’t always what they appear to be around here. If they were, what would be the fun of that?
An Impossible Game
“Come on, that’s cheating!” Alistair protested.
“What do you mean?” Clarice tapped her feet.
“Seven aces in a deck? That’s impossible and you know it!”
“They’re actually eight.”
“I’m serious!”
“So am I. See?”
He did. The shiny cards appeared to be dancing in her hand. His eyes fluttered.
Too bad they were playing Monopoly.
Another day, another story where things play out in unexpected ways. I decided to move away from the Holiday Season because something like this can happen all the time. Whatever you believe in, make sure that those beliefs make sense in the end. If they do, keep on playing, having fun, and discovering new to enjoy everything the world has to offer. If they don’t, try again. I’ll keep on trying to write.