Monday, November 14, 2005


For weeks now I'd had these strange but enticing visions. They'd appear before me, two nymphets, blocking me left and right. I saw in their faces that conspicuous grin of conspiracy. Some spell stalemated my motions. Soft features loomed before me closer and blurrier. Then a mouth was upon mine, and the tongue of a girl began its magic dance. My hands and feet felt numb, nonexistent. The visions took turns while I trembled like a bowl of pudding with tides of desire rippling through it. The harmonic sensation on my tongue and lips spun itself into some sort of cyclone that whipped through my mind. And then they were gone, swept away unseen. This time I heard a giggle in the distance. "We shall return," one of the visions promised between notes of that fading music. But I could not wait for their reoccurrence. I stumbled after them like a marionette, strings tensed in their imagined direction. It's what a fish feels, as the fisherman reels him in. Then I saw them in the distance, at the side of a house. I moved in upon them, wanting to call out to them, tell them I was there, but as they grasped that dummy and began their play that familiar vision furled its thick blanket of silk around me.

Story #308

11 comments:

Doug said...

Just a caption.

Red Cross CPR Class, Amsterdam

The Mushroom said...

Tom's mother always told him as a kid not to look at naked women, or he'd turn to stone. There was a time or two when he merely thought about naked women and felt the process of firming (temporarily, to his relief) take place. But his mother never warned him about what would happen if the women made the decisive move, especially if there was more than one. He dummied up.

viruswitch said...

"Dr. Woo m3n Itorture from China was looking proudly at his new achievement. He had eventually managed to isolate certain parts of the human DNA that were responsible for the reproductive urges. His experiments with mice had never been successful but when the government fired him due to his obsession with those specific genes, he had to bring forth a result that would be his long awaited success, but revenge as well.

He had used the special cocktail “Em.Pty2. 0W.0rds” to seduce a female employer. The coctail had amazing results! The girl became 10 years younger! He could not believe how effective his new weapon was and started to sell these cocktails to the public. All of his customers, men mainly, were delighted by the results. Suddenly, all women stopped demanding emotional satisfaction from their relationships and were only interested in the.. reproductive urges!!!

Men threw big parties, songs could be heard in crazy rythms in all parts of the country and the whole population seemed be lost in an unusual bliss. They held concerts, danced day and night and practically worshiped Dr. WooM3n Itorture from China for his new invention. They were finally free. Everything was perfect until…

until one cloudy day special agents of the secret services unveiled the whole illegal operation of Dr. WooM3n Itorture. They had produced an antidote called “tru. UTHis inth3H3/art5”, which started that which remained known in the history as the “Great Selfdiscovery”.

This is how this sad story ended, leaving everyone unsatisfied. We never found out what happened to the Doctor. Rumours said that he escaped the wrath of the angry women and sailed to the Antarctic. Last time he was seen feeding the penguins with a strange conctail…"

viruswitch said...

Wow, and I wanted to write a short story today.. :D

Indeterminacy said...

My muse tells me I picked out a terrible photograph. But still you guys managed to do something with it. I suffered to finally come up with my story.

Doug: How can I volunteer for that class?

Mush: You did what I wanted to do, a short and sweet story for this. Wish I could borrow your brain from time to time.

Sunray: Enjoyed your vision of the Chinese Dr. Strangelove. Wish there was a click to order button, but not really necessary, because my muse always looks ten years younger than she really is.

viruswitch said...

The picture is indeed awful. Was not happy when I saw it but I visited your blog determined to write a story... so I did (even if the photo served only as an inspiration).

Your story has a poetic touch. That is nice. And I also liked Mushrooms story. It was very effective and funny. Lucky that your dont need the crazy doctors coctail :D. I intended to create a moral in that story. Didnt really succeed though.

Keep up the great work!

Indeterminacy said...

Sunray, thanks for the nice words about my story. If you and Doug and Mushroom hadn't taken the time to contribute such great stories, I could always just delete the photo and start again.

I posted the picture in a hurry. We'd been away all morning, and weren't back until late afternoon.

The Mushroom said...

Indie: You are welcome to borrow my brain, just promise not to clean it. Oh, and don't look behind the curtain.

ariel said...

even, don't just look behind the curtain, Indie, but let us know what is there, too! there's nothing like looking behind others' curtains...

Jamie Dawn said...

I didn't get in on it, but Mush's was hilarous.
That dummy has his hand in his crotch.
What an odd photo!
You all had some fun with it.

Indeterminacy said...

Thanks for still commenting.

Mush: I'll ask the gal in today's story what's going on in your mind. Wonder if she'll blush?

Ariel: I'll tell you what Mush is thinking if you promise not to slap me.

Jamie: I do wish I'd picked another photo. Did that in too much of a hurry. Speaking of hurry, my story is late today, but I just posted it.