A Days-Omen: Air

A Story by Abishai100

Paranoid-man narrates his world event 'view' that a toy-plane curse reveals some stats-incidence of possession/persuasion/purgatory tied to a new century of terrorism 'jury-duty' shade.

A terrorism paranoia story/fiction. Thanks for reading,

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to any person(s)/body and all images/references used herein therefore comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations/commentary).

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Well, friends...I had found great jars of imagination now collecting toy model airplanes from around the fare-rich Earth in this new Selfie life/culture of transit/traffic/consumerism/tourism commentary for the Ego. Then, friends...something had happened (evil). For any plane of a re-presentative airline I wished to reference for a magic-storyboard on the cyber-road, there'd be a news-flash of a tragic 'event' linked to that specific (actual!) airline/plane (wow). I now found myself living inside some 21st-Century terrorism-omen comment (Facebook-like!).

What did this darn omen mean (to me, or about me)? I didn't know what to say or think now (damn). Well, each of these plane-tragedies invoked in me some special jar of Hell in my otherwise beautiful mind (ok). What would I do now, and who or what would I tell (for leviathan/uncertainty). Terrorism had become a Realism on our Blue-Planet, not even worth a look of Martian-envy eye you'd read about in school-days (e.g., HG Wells). Why was I cursed, and was this a curse or a horrid stats-coincidence (only!) reflective of new century terrorism frequency for sounds/noise? What do you think (for leviathan/uncertainty)?

READER: You're just fright-feeling of 9/11, toyman, ok.

ME: No, no...I tell you, there's something of a jar for discovery, for a darn omen.

READER: Well, you need a psychiatrist to infuse some sportsmanship-pillows.

ME: No, no...I don't need an Olympics video-game for 9/11; I need a priest, friend!

READER: Go to your (Catholic?) church on any given Sunday and say a NY-prayer.

ME: No, no...I have to get some counselor, world-leader, exorcist, or all (damn).

READER: Good luck, friend; your story's shade.

I remember from library-readings and TV-documentaries how the evolution of Arabia/Persia (and the like!) was concordant with varied Earth race development(s) in aesthetics-engineering, religion-textures, chance-negotiations, epic-complexities, and general world pluralism magazine editorials qualifications (sure). Now, this new time of Earth woe marked varied underground fundamentalist (Islamic) terrorist-groups from the East striking at world-targets for Israel-Palestine message-darkness (for leviathan/uncertainty). There was that New Orleans terrorism-strike just preceding that grand American Homeland pageant we know is the Super Bowl and Super Bowl TV-ad qualia (for shockwave!) tied to yet another/referenced anti-negotiations Islamic rogue terrorist cell/faction/gear. This was a time of new kinds of wars and hence omens. What did my toyman curse signify (I had to ask)? This had become my journal-shockwave, for which I need both (Catholic?) prayer and doctorate.