Another Port
Gregory looked at the game box, dismayed.
“Another port?”
“No,” Alan corrected him. “This is an Ultra Deluxe Version with two additional chapters and a hundred new ways to lose your mind.”
“That’s what you should have started with!” Gregory salivated.
He turned on the console and welcomed The Black Queen back into his mind.
People have been asking me for a new Black Queen story for years now and though I’ve tried to bring back the character and its universe in a satisfying way, I haven’t been able to. I’m a very different person than I was when I first brought her to this world almost twenty years ago, and the world has changed in considerable ways as well. Doing something with her would probably involve a complete reboot, a new timeline, etc. Frankly, I don’t think I have it in me at this point in my life.
If her hypnotic game were a real thing, perhaps it could be ported with a few enhancements and then we would take it from there. Sadly, it’s not. Nonetheless, I played with that idea in this little self-referential piece. If her time to shine again ever comes, you’ll be the first to know. See you then.
They Can’t Hear You
The moans coming from the house next door were getting annoying.
“Will you shut the fuck up?” Jonathan shouted.
“They can’t hear you, bro,” David retorted. “When they’re in trance like that, only the orgy matters.”
“How do you know that?”
David smirked.
“David? What are you not telling me?”
“Mistress is waiting. Until tomorrow.”
Silly little lunch break impromptu. I do have noisy neighbors in real life but the noises that come out of their places are usually sounds of fighting and/or loud parties, never sex, let alone hypnotically induced. one. Maybe I should get new neighbors (just kidding).
Any More Questions?
“What happened to your brother?” Marge asked.
“He misplaced his balls,” Valerie replied.
“How is that possible?”
“Anything is possible with hypnosis.”
“So you made him believe that? That’s cruel.”
“No, it’s fun.”
“How can you say that?”
“Because it’s true. Do you have any more questions?”
“Just one: have you seen my boobs anywhere?”
Another take on the world of hypnotically altered perceptions, a theme I continue to enjoy exploring in these little daily snippets. Anything can appear and disappear with a bit of hypnosis including body parts. As it happens sometimes, the last line of the micro-tale was the first that came to me and then I built the whole scenario around the punchline. I’ve just conducted a thorough search of my own anatomy to check if everything is in order and yes, it is. I would advise you to do the same just in case Valerie got to you too.
Cruel Trigger
Nathan whimpered by the bedroom door. “This is the cruelest trigger you’ve ever used.
“You really think so?” Ally asked.
“An itch I can’t scratch? Absolutely. I’d do anything to get rid of it.”
“Including being my slave for life?”
“Yes.”
“Then, it’s not the cruelest but the smartest, don’t you think?”
He reluctantly agreed.
We’ve all been there, right? Suffering from an itch on a difficult-to-reach spot, unable to relieve ourselves properly? Now, imagine a hypnotic trigger/suggestion like this that is on all the time. I think it would be absolutely terrible and perhaps this piece should be classified as horror because of it. Just kidding, or am I?