5/28/22 The Invisible Puppeteer

 The Invisible Puppeteer

Compelled by an unknown force her body began to move. Her motions were sharp, and not her own. She was like a puppet completely at the will of the hidden puppeteer. Her back arched as she awkwardly rose to her feet, her puppet master obviously unaware of how to control the human body to move with its natural gracefulness.

Once she was settled on her feet, completely straight from head to heel, the invisible puppeteer began to play with her arms. Her hands moved back and forth, twisting around into uncomfortable positions. The puppet master lifted her arms up and down, bending and straightening, intertwining with each other. The more the puppeteer played, the more natural her movements became.

The woman was unable to speak as her body was mercilessly played with by the puppet master. The only thing she had control over was her eyes, that stared at her different ligaments moving in strange fashions. She didn’t know what was happening. She began to think she was possessed as that was the only semi-logical thing her brain could come up with.

As the puppeteer grew more confident, he made the woman walk, very shakily at first, the legs were hard to coordinate. Still with awkward steps, the woman walked around her home, her arms still moving in strange motions as she walked. 

The woman walked into her living room, a large open space. It was time for the puppeteer to put on a show. She began to move around the space, with robotic-like movements, that somehow flowed together to create a graceful dance. 

As her body continued to move, her eyes started to well up with tears. There was such a strong emotion behind her movements, behind the movements controlled by the hidden puppet master, she couldn’t help but cry. The fear of the situation began to fall away as she felt the inner emotions of her possessor.

The dance ended with her laying flat on the floor. She shut her eyes and when she opened them, control of her body had been returned to her. She didn’t quite know what to do, what to say. She still wasn’t exactly sure what just happened. 

“I’m sorry,” was all she could think to say by the unknown force that had just possessed her body. 


The End

5/28/22

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