In the Dark
Harold rejoiced when the lights came back on.
“Oh, thank God! It was about time.”
“Don’t tell me you were afraid of the dark,” Priscilla said.
“Of course not.”
“Liar! Did you see anything?”
“No.”
“Not even red eyes coming for you?”
“No.”
“You will,” she said, grinning.
Harold gulped, already dreading the next blackout.
Fridays have been kind of rough lately. Lots of things to do, what appears to be little time to take care of them all, and some random happening sprinkled in between. Today, I arrived home after work only to find out the power was out. There was a blackout spanning at least three blocks. My dogs and I spent the next two hours pretty much in the dark with only a flashlight as a source of light. Seeing the battery of my laptop was drained, I had to wait until the light was back to catch up on things and get the schedule back on track again. I’m still behind on a few things but not for long.
This piece was first handwritten on my little book with the flashlight pointing at the paper while the dogs watched. I didn’t see vampire eyes coming for me, but maybe I was just lucky this time.
Insult to Injury
“You had to add insult to injury, didn’t you?” Wally asked.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Marsha replied.
“I said I didn’t want to be hypnotized tonight!”
“And I respected that. Nothing happened, dear.”
“Is that so? Then why the hell am I dressed like a fucking clown?”
“I hypnotized you yesterday,” she giggled.
A lot of people out there are afraid of clowns. I’m not one of them, but I’m not going to say I like them either. I think the correct answer on my part is indifference. They have their role in circus life and popular culture. They’re not creepy, they’re just there. Since I was never much for costumes even at a young age, I don’t see myself masquerading as a clown ever. I’m pretty sure I would also resist any hypnotic suggestion to that effect.
So why did I write this? Well, because the piece was an impromptu. A lot of things came to my mind when I wrote “add insult to injury” in the opening line. I already knew what the punchline would be but not the hypnotic consequences. This was the idea that stuck when I finished devising today’s micro-tale.
An Illusion
“You said mind-controlling slugs weren’t real!” Victor exclaimed.
“They’re not,” Devon said.
“There’s one latched to my skull and another on your cock!”
“This is an illusion. Mara hypnotized us into seeing things that aren’t there.”
“Not this time, boys,” she muttered, something gelatinous nested in her cleavage.
By the way, what’s that behind you?
It’s no surprise by now I have strange dreams. I tend to forget most of them right after waking up though. Before I do, I usually sketch a few things just in case I wish to use them for something. I did just that today and this is what came of it. Whether you believe in mind-controlling slugs or not is irrelevant. They’re still coming for you.
Peace and Love
The President of the United States addressed his team of scientists.
“You all agree on this?”
“Yes, Mr. President. The Alien Queen isn’t here to invade us, but only give us peace and love.”
“How can you be so certain?”
“She touched us,” they raised their hands in unison, reaching for him.
The conversion continued.
Ah, technology. This post was scheduled to be posted about five hours earlier but WordPress failed me this time. It’s not the first time this has happened though thankfully it’s not a recurring thing and since I usually check everything before going to bed, I was able to notice something was off and post it manually.
Anyway, this piece is a leftover from my ideas for this week’s Micro-Fiction Monday. The original concept had a lot more words but it was also quite redundant overall so I ended up trimming it into this. Sneaky alien invasion? I have no idea what you’re talking about.