Sensory play Stories

4th Game - "Mirror Maze Exhibition" By dusk the basement resembles a fun-house chapel: eight full-length mirrors form a staggered corridor, their angles trapping infinite reflections. Tea-lights glow in hurricane chimneys, multiplying warm sparks into constellations. Outside the maze, a high bistro table offers chilled Crémant de Bourgogne and canapés. Three invited voyeurs—Marc, Li, and Rina—mingle in cocktail black, hol...

1st Game - "Velvet Solitude" Eva and Noor have learned that pleasure can be loud. Tonight we will teach them how loud silence can feel. The game: one sister hooded, deafened, lashed; the other, un-hooded, must describe each strike—voice, words, even scent—so her twin drowns in a darkness painted only by the sister’s tongue. At the midpoint they switch roles. We watch power flicker between empathy and cruelty. The basement...

The hush in my basement is never silent. Stand here long enough and you’ll hear everything the city tries to bury: the sub-bass groan of distant freight on the SNCF tracks, a tremor like a whale’s heartbeat; the wet tick-tick of condensation gathering on copper, falling to concrete in unseen polyrhythm; the faint electric hiss where the LED drivers bleed current into still air. I breathe those layers in—iron, mildew, sold...

Josh took the keycard from the hotel receptionist with a rueful smile. He had never once seen himself as a victim, but the absences caused by his brain injury were inconvenient sometimes, to say the least. By the time the world had begun to make sense again, the last train had departed, and Josh needed to find somewhere for the night. The budget hotel was a roof over his head, so it met his needs. These things happened an...