Swarm
Mara gasped as the black swarm descended the snowy mountaintop and headed straight to the nearest city.
“God, what have I done?”
“You’ve unleashed the future.” The Dark Goddess’ voice echoed inside her mind. “Now, all will serve me… just like you.”
Effulgent tendrils wrapped around Mara’s arms and legs draining her free will forever.
Another impromptu. My love of supernatural stuff decided it wanted to be heard today and so I did something to satisfy it.
Tomorrow is my birthday. Expect a surprise then.
Birthday Gifts
Peter entered his girlfriend’s office wearing nothing but a half-open black trench coat and droning:
“Happy Birthday to you…”
“Lovely…” She admired his erect cock. “… but it seems you’re a little confused. It’s your birthday, not mine.”
“You’re my gift and I’m yours.” The hypnotized slave replied, locking the door behind him. The party began.
It’s that time of the year again, the day when I was born, and my creative spirit was unleashed. This site is an extension of it and I hope you’ve been enjoying my creations throughout the years.
For today, I wanted something light and fun. It’s been raining for two days now and the temperature dropped again. Today, I saw something I didn’t expect to see in mid-June which was someone wearing a trench coat outside. This idea came to me right after that.
Trashed
“Damn it! We suck!” Jake screamed.
“Who’s we?” Alicia asked.
“Our football team. We were mercilessly trashed.”
“Trashing someone is nice…” She grinned.
“Huh?”
“And so is having them suck our toes…”
“You’re having hypnosis ideas again, aren’t you?”
“Maybe…” She snapped her fingers, and his tongue came out to play.
Victory was always hers.
As you know, I’m Portuguese and Portugal just got trashed by Germany in the second game of the group stage of Euro 2020 (It still feels weird to call it that given we’re in 2021 but okay). While we’re still European Champions, for a while I’ve felt that our national team is in need of a major renewal. We deserved to lose this one and if we don’t do better against France in a couple of days, we’re going down big time, I’m sure of it.
Anyway, this idea came to me just as the match was drawing to an end and so I wrote it down. Losing is never fun unless you’re losing to a hypnotic, dominant woman, right?
Inside His Head
She was inside his head, literally. A miniature that was a giant in disguise, pulling strings he didn’t even know he had.
John stared at the bathroom mirror, left eye twitching. One part of his body demanded pleasure, the other cried for pain.
Bloody shards fell on the sink as an impossible choice was made.
I’ll go right to the point. The movie in question is Being John Malkovich, the incredibly surreal Charlie Kaufman-written and Spike Jonze-directed film that is one hell of a mind trip from start to finish. I really enjoyed the first time I saw it over twenty years ago and yesterday I got to finally watch it again. All the quirkiness is still there, the odd comedy bits and dark undertones, too. The whole package is so unexpected and that’s what makes it brilliant.
While my piece certainly doesn’t aim to replicate it in any way, it was certainly inspired by it. As for what exactly happens in the end, I’ll leave that to your interpretation.