Right and Wrong
“Not again!”
“Again?”
“I know that pendant, Chloe. You’ve used it to get inside my head countless times.”
“You’re mistaken, Stan.”
“Are you really going to try to convince me you never hypnotized me to do your bidding?”
“No. You just got the wrong pendant.”
Lucky for her, the right one was in her pocket.
Some classic shenanigans, today. Not much more I can say about this piece, really. Don’t get confused, okay?
Upgrade
The message on the screen read:
“An updated version of your mind is available. Click the button below to download.”
Lester followed the instructions, smiling as the new strings of commands of his Mistress came to life. When it was over, the words “toenail muncher” flashed inside his brain.
Lunch was going to be scrumptious.
Today’s piece was inspired by the combination of a message I saw in the WordPress dashboard and the fascination of a friend of mine for feet. I almost added the numerals 1.73 to the software version being installed, but ultimately decided against it.
All Wrapped Up
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“You should have returned from your mission two days ago!”
“I know but I needed to wrap some things up first.”
“You turned those terrorists into mummies, didn’t you?”
“Maybe?” She giggled before adding “I hope you can make room for a pair of sarcophagi…”
He hung up the phone and sighed.
Today’s piece is partially born of a request. Earlier today, I received a message from someone that prefers to remain unidentified asking me if I could write one of these shorties with some form of mummification at the core of it. Although not something I’m particularly fond of, I accepted the challenge just for the fun of it and, after a few minutes of mental back and forth, came to the conclusion that there was only one way – and one woman! – to pull this off. I hope you missed her.
Wild Party
“Keep it quiet,” Rita demanded. “I’m trying to get some sleep!”
“Sorry sis,” a drunken neighbor replied. “but it’s party time!”
“Oh, You’ll be sorry alright,” she thought as she reached for her iPod and her favorite playlist started playing.
The eager moans of enraptured servants throwing themselves at her feet were the perfect lullaby.
Yesterday was the longest night of the year where I live courtesy of a very popular celebration and the fact that my neighbors had a party going on with loud music and fireworks at every possible turn.
I thought today I would be in the clear but, alas!, they decided to go for a second round, and I’m already getting tired of their antics.
Sadly, there’s not much I can do to stop them. I’ll just write a story based on it all. This is how one of my mind-controllers would take care of it.