Afraid of No Ghost
Martin fired against the angry spirit and said:
“I ain’t afraid of no ghost.”
“Kate! Why does your boyfriend think he’s a fucking ghostbuster?” Alana growled.
“Hypnotic suggestion. It’s always been a fantasy of his, so…”
“… give him a plastic proton pack or something next time, please!” Alana wiped the fresh cum off her face.
The last two supernatural pieces were a bit dark in nature so I decided to do something lighthearted this time around. Don’t ask me how the idea of having a loaded cock replace a proton pack appeared because I honestly don’t know. I was juggling multiple concepts in my mind and this one made me laugh so I went with it. I did say it was dirty but you’re okay with it, right?
The Feast Continues
Eliza had four horns and Willa, leathery wings on her back. Had he put the wrong mushrooms in the pizza again?
“No drugs…” Eliza smiled. “This is real.”
“Awesome! I’ve always wanted to meet sexy demons.”
“And we’ve always wanted to eat your mind…” Willa grinned.
They both got what they wanted. The feast continues.
You’re probably thinking I had pizza for dinner tonight, right? As a matter of fact, I did. It was a light vegetarian affair with garlic, mushrooms, and spinach which was quite good actually. I had a pretty busy day today and barely had any time to think of anything other than work so when I finally got to unwind a bit while having dinner, all the ideas I had for today’s challenge involved food in one way or another, go figure!
Anyhow, that’s how the sentence “had he put the wrong mushrooms in the pizza again?” suddenly came to me and I built the idea around it. no hallucinations, just some hungry demons, it seems. Remind me to never invite them for dinner.
Last Time
The road stretched for miles, a mesmerizing sequence of nothingness.
“I’m getting sleepy,” he said.
“Yes, you are,” Angela whispered, waving pale fingers in front of the steering wheel. She always hypnotized him during his long trips. Why would that change just because she was dead?
Richard closed his eyes and never opened them again.
The story I uploaded yesterday to my Patreon feed has a good ghost, but I grew up reading stories about bad, vindictive ones. This one isn’t necessarily bad but even good actions can have terrible consequences especially when our notion of reality is warped by the fact we’re no longer a part of it. That was the genesis of this idea.
The Final Roll
The future of the campaign was on the line. If Rick rolled a seven or more, his character would kill the evil Witch Queen. Anything below that and she would turn him into an immortal masturbator on command. He took a deep breath and… threw the dice off the window!
“Oops, I lose…” He grinned.
Just a humorous impromptu that came to me early in the morning as I was dusting my bookshelves and one of my old CYOA books fell on my feet. Would you lose a game on purpose if that meant having your mind taken over? I think so. There are some supernatural references because of Supernatural week but the humor was the driving force of this one and not anything else.