In thrall's thrall
I know, lame title today, but if you want me to come up with a better one it'll take me until it's no longer Wednesday, and I'd love to get one of these author weeks on mon/wed/fri!
Continuing as before, we'll hit on some more of thrall's stories, another three lovely pieces that I consider must reads - especially if you liked the last three stories. Honestly, a lot of the authors I'll be going into? I think you should read all of their work. What I'm doing here is just telling you why I love them, editorializing a little, while trying to give some authors I really love a boost to their readership.
Do they need it? From me? Probably not. Honestly, I'd prefer riding on their coat tails. Being an author thrall would want to co-write with? That would be a dream. Getting a mention in a trilby story for inspiration? Equally awesome. The one such reference I got from an author I'd read for years, arclight, still has me beaming.
And I mean really, really beaming.
So, without further ado, less about me, and more about you, thrall! On to today's reading suggestions!
Raggedy Anne
This is a most delightful story all about a delightful little girl who bares absolutely no ill will to our protaganist whatsoever. Sorry, couldn't resist, I'm in a strange mood. Cherie is a door to door saleswoman. That's crappy enough job as it is, driving around, hoping to make a sale, without running into a girl who intends to make you into a toy for her own amusement.
Raggedy Anne is another story I don't want to say too much about because part of the thrill (at least for me) is getting to the reveal. Obviously, the girl who answers the door isn't nearly what she seems, young, or normal, and our protagonist Cherie is irrevocably changed from woman into well . . . literally a doll.
Not a plush doll mind you, but a sextoy, albeit a cutesy one. Body and mind changed for the convenience of her new owner in a lovely transformation sequence.
The mischevious bratty nature of the domme in this story makes it an especially delightful read. Don't miss out!
Love In a Silver Socket
In the future, there will be aliens. Not the nicest aliens, either. World conquering, mind controlling aliens who have plenty of uses for their subjugated slaverace. Why wipe out humanity when they're such a malleable race and so happy to please once you've installed some extra hardware?
The silver in the title, and the story, might make some giggle that I'm reccomending it, but it is truly a wonderful story. Our protaganist is one of the humans who have been "upgraded" by our new alien overlords - a once member of the resistance remade to service her alien owners, and she's all too eager. Wether it be on display, being controlled for her owners' amusement, or being used against her former friends, there's nothing she'd like to do more . . .
But her mind isn't gone - just repurposed, and a slip by her alien owners in addition to some of their upgrades could mean a much different result than intended. Another story with a delightful twist I don't want to ruin. thrall is no M Night Shamalan with her plot twists. No one turns out to be really dead or allergic to water. It flows from the story. And that is why I would absolutely hate to spoil it. Read it, and enjoy it. Neither task is difficult.
Solitaire
We've all at one time in our lives or another played a game of computerized solitare to make the time go by. Does the computer cheat to make us groan in abject terror, or is it as much an exercise in learning to accept that which you cannot win as much as a game where victory is the intended result? Who knows. That's not the purpose of this story, but it gives us some background.
Hidden within our narrator's (I don't believe she gets a name - I should reread it anew soon) otherwise harmless game is an insidious like or two of code that makes the trance of red on black, black on red, king through ace, so much more satsfying and affecting than any game of cards I've ever played.
By the end, that lovely computer mouse has been repurposed most delightfully, and free will is a thing of the past. A nice quick read that's definitely more productive than playing a game of solitare.
Thank you again for reading through my reviews and reading suggestions. I'm debating taking a break from these sorts of posts after hitting through Tabico next week since I think my skill at writing engaging, enthusiastic reviews is slipping. It's just not where my writing tallent lays. Of course, it doesn't fall in any form of nonfiction writing, but you get what I mean.
So if I seem less enthusiastic, it's not because I reccomend the stories any less. Read! Multiply! Play solitare! Visit my blog, and tell all of your friends!
MK out!
Continuing as before, we'll hit on some more of thrall's stories, another three lovely pieces that I consider must reads - especially if you liked the last three stories. Honestly, a lot of the authors I'll be going into? I think you should read all of their work. What I'm doing here is just telling you why I love them, editorializing a little, while trying to give some authors I really love a boost to their readership.
Do they need it? From me? Probably not. Honestly, I'd prefer riding on their coat tails. Being an author thrall would want to co-write with? That would be a dream. Getting a mention in a trilby story for inspiration? Equally awesome. The one such reference I got from an author I'd read for years, arclight, still has me beaming.
And I mean really, really beaming.
So, without further ado, less about me, and more about you, thrall! On to today's reading suggestions!
Raggedy Anne
This is a most delightful story all about a delightful little girl who bares absolutely no ill will to our protaganist whatsoever. Sorry, couldn't resist, I'm in a strange mood. Cherie is a door to door saleswoman. That's crappy enough job as it is, driving around, hoping to make a sale, without running into a girl who intends to make you into a toy for her own amusement.
Raggedy Anne is another story I don't want to say too much about because part of the thrill (at least for me) is getting to the reveal. Obviously, the girl who answers the door isn't nearly what she seems, young, or normal, and our protagonist Cherie is irrevocably changed from woman into well . . . literally a doll.
Not a plush doll mind you, but a sextoy, albeit a cutesy one. Body and mind changed for the convenience of her new owner in a lovely transformation sequence.
The mischevious bratty nature of the domme in this story makes it an especially delightful read. Don't miss out!
Love In a Silver Socket
In the future, there will be aliens. Not the nicest aliens, either. World conquering, mind controlling aliens who have plenty of uses for their subjugated slaverace. Why wipe out humanity when they're such a malleable race and so happy to please once you've installed some extra hardware?
The silver in the title, and the story, might make some giggle that I'm reccomending it, but it is truly a wonderful story. Our protaganist is one of the humans who have been "upgraded" by our new alien overlords - a once member of the resistance remade to service her alien owners, and she's all too eager. Wether it be on display, being controlled for her owners' amusement, or being used against her former friends, there's nothing she'd like to do more . . .
But her mind isn't gone - just repurposed, and a slip by her alien owners in addition to some of their upgrades could mean a much different result than intended. Another story with a delightful twist I don't want to ruin. thrall is no M Night Shamalan with her plot twists. No one turns out to be really dead or allergic to water. It flows from the story. And that is why I would absolutely hate to spoil it. Read it, and enjoy it. Neither task is difficult.
Solitaire
We've all at one time in our lives or another played a game of computerized solitare to make the time go by. Does the computer cheat to make us groan in abject terror, or is it as much an exercise in learning to accept that which you cannot win as much as a game where victory is the intended result? Who knows. That's not the purpose of this story, but it gives us some background.
Hidden within our narrator's (I don't believe she gets a name - I should reread it anew soon) otherwise harmless game is an insidious like or two of code that makes the trance of red on black, black on red, king through ace, so much more satsfying and affecting than any game of cards I've ever played.
By the end, that lovely computer mouse has been repurposed most delightfully, and free will is a thing of the past. A nice quick read that's definitely more productive than playing a game of solitare.
Thank you again for reading through my reviews and reading suggestions. I'm debating taking a break from these sorts of posts after hitting through Tabico next week since I think my skill at writing engaging, enthusiastic reviews is slipping. It's just not where my writing tallent lays. Of course, it doesn't fall in any form of nonfiction writing, but you get what I mean.
So if I seem less enthusiastic, it's not because I reccomend the stories any less. Read! Multiply! Play solitare! Visit my blog, and tell all of your friends!
MK out!
Labels: EMCSA, Madam Kistulot, rambling, reviews
posted by Madam Kistulot at
10:29 PM
1 Comments:
Before I reached your self-criticizing paragraph, I thought, "These reviews seem better than her previous ones; she's getting better at this!" I still think that. Your talent is definitely in fiction, but the only way to get better at nonfiction is to keep practicing.
Reviews are hard! Look at the trouble I got myself into through inexperience combined with a perfectionistic edge; I couldn't untangle some of what I saw and thus ended up sounding contradictory, flimsy, or just plain misguided. I see that with painful clarity, looking back. Keep writing review posts if this is something you enjoy. You're not bad at it and you are getting noticeably better. You're also not covering negatives, so that removes a layer of complexity which might make the task a harder or tireless one if you really wanted to refine your edge in this territory.
Gods, I would trade my (moderate) talent with nonfiction for your brilliant, glittering talent with fiction any day, on my knees and with alacrity. Nonfiction is important, but fiction is what immerses us, makes us dream, and can, when a delightfully sizzling hypnotist writes it, sometimes literally entrance us. I would give anything to possess that kind of writing ability.
I definitely need to read more thrall! Silly me, ignoring the Archive even after I knew of its existence. I cherish you being the one to help me get over so many of the squicks and blocks I acquired through being sheltered. thrall is yummy! *coos*
~Valbot
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