Unlucky Day
“Nadine, please, I’m begging you!”
“No, Sam.”
“But I need it so badly…”
“I know but remember who’s in charge. I’ll hypnotize you when I feel like it. Back to your cage, slave!”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Resigned, Sam crawled back in. On the farthest wall, a calendar proudly displayed the nefarious date… an unlucky day indeed!
It was Friday the 13th after all… Add one more impromptu to the list.
Blissful Contagion
“What the…?” Bradley gasped.
The virus worked fast, replacing all of his documents with mantras of endless devotion. Immediately, he got his girlfriend on the line.
“You really are twisted…” he declared.
“Would you have it any other way?” Ruby teased.
“Never,” he smiled, eyes glued to the screen, mind happily infected by her will.
A virus tried to sneak past my firewall earlier in the morning. That’s no fun, but it served as the basis for this piece.
Too Many Thoughts
“Running out of ideas?” Lara inquired.
“No,” Damian replied, looking away from the typewriter. “I’ve got plenty. I just don’t feel like writing them, that’s all. Too many thoughts going on…”
“Perhaps you should let me do the thinking for you…” she grinned.
“I’ll get the candle,” he said, a hopeful smile upon his lips.
I honestly didn’t feel like writing a single line on this day as there were too many things on my mind but, had I stopped, the challenge would have gone to waste so I ended up using those thoughts as a way to counter everything else.
The Potentials
“So you want to be my hypno-slave?” Miranda asked.
The man in front of her nodded affirmatively.
“Why?”
He nodded again.
“You don’t understand a word of English, right?”
He kept on nodding.
Outside the room, waiting their turn, dozens more did the same.
Miranda sighed. It was going to be a very long day.
Something silly. We all know Dommes have to deal with a lot of crap on a daily basis. This humble writing is a humorous take on it all.