Slave Blogger
Daniel sighed. Blogging was hard when he felt he had nothing to say, and the keyboard mocked him at every turn.
Taking a deep breath, he glanced at the blinking icon on the taskbar. Therein, the gateway to his only source of inspiration.
“Obey,” Janice’s voice penetrated his mind.
He acquiesced and began to write.
Let me tell you something else about me. I often struggle with these post commentaries. On the one hand, I really like the idea of sharing some things of how my writings come to be. On the other, however, I feel like most of my remarks aren’t really that interesting and that I should just let the stories speak for themselves. The main purpose of Spell… B-O-U-N-D was to create an archive of my creations, not an archive and a blog for I never blogged for real in my life and still don’t know how to, truth be told. Yet, here I am doing just that.
Surveys
A recent survey has shown men yearn to be dominated by women.
A recent survey has shown they constantly try to deny this.
A recent survey has shown that the words “a recent survey has shown” are powerful hypnotic triggers.
A recent survey has shown you’re on your knees right now. Do as you’re told.
I don’t like online surveys. I really don’t. I certainly understand their importance, but it irks me to be bombarded by them whenever I go to a specific site, subscribe or unsubscribe to a certain service and whatnot.
However, I do like to write about them in my own special way. A recent survey has shown today’s entry is a humorous piece. Chances are you’ll read it, laugh a bit, perhaps even add a “like” or something.
Far-Fetched
Dinah opened the door.
“Yes?”
“Is everything okay? I heard screaming…”
“Everything’s fine, Nate. Just torturing a guy.”
“Sure you are.”
“Don’t believe me?”
“No.”
“Good. It’s the TV.”
“Enjoy the show then.”
“Please come inside.”
“Why?”
“So I can hypnotize you and cage you in the basement.”
“I still don’t believe you.”
He would.
Have you ever been told something completely outlandish that turns out to be true? I know I have, and it happened on more than one occasion. I found myself reminiscing about some of those moments shortly after dinner and, next thing I knew, I was writing something about highly improbable things coming to life. I think of this entry as humorous as well, but you may think differently.
Permanence
“People come and go, feelings change, radiate. Light becomes shadow, bones crumble to dust. Everything that exists now is destined to become something else entirely, except one thing. Do you know what it is?” Katie asked, metal collar in hand.
“Your control,” Andrew responded, eyes fixed on its gleaming reflections.
Permanence is a wonderful thing.
Change is a fundamental aspect of life, and it’s inevitable because of that. Everything changes… except one thing. Today’s piece of micro-fiction is a fetish elaboration of what that thing might be.