Langoliers Island(s)

A Story by Abishai100

A stranger flight to Europe yields a stranger 'revelation' to a psychiatrist, perhaps for an image of (incomplete) roses.

A fun Sat.-eve adaptation of The Langoliers (Stephen King).

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It was one particular passenger on a Euro-flight (JFK) that had the most to be remembered as a saintly-victim of the eerie time-zone wandering phantoms of death known as the Langoliers. It was Mr. Amlan Satan, an eccentric workaholic who'd been prepping a special Ing-company shares-venture idea, perhaps for bad tunings but reflecting his somewhat odd personality and somewhat crazy-zany will to sink his own ship(s). This is quite funny, since Amlan had been a 'cool' tennis-athlete at Dartmouth prior to his mental and emotional unwinding (for bureaucracy-reading).

Yes, it was Amlan who was somewhat the eccentric man on the passenger-list for this Euro-flight and perhaps saw the eerie and death-messenger Langoliers, given his particular 'psychic' personality. What's the deal with the Langoliers, this time-zone swallowing dark-size 'species' of floating motion and animalia-shifting like appearance, perhaps like an odd video-game animalia-avatar bust (hmmm). It was also Amlan Satan who was the most-vocal about how his passenger-plane had most of its passengers disappear, perhaps because they slipped into the Twilight-Zone or Bermuda-Triangle (something like that!).

AMLAN: I don't care if this plane's haunted; I need to get to Holland (now!).

PILOT: We're haunted now about causation and don't care you're Ivan Lendl.

AMLAN: Don't you know what this is...this is a very bad Facebook like.

The flight was altogether normal it seemed, and it was a full-flight, but after it crossed into some time-zone 'warp' of frozen reality, the passengers had to simply negotiate what to do now/next. This was not to be a travel-transit ad for comfort and magazines (sure).

DINAH: I have this sickening sense my Auntie's gone...Langoliers.

ELIZABETH: Seems this is a scary dream or nightmare...bad art, Dinah hon.

PILOT: We seem to be catching some static-warps, perhaps sending us home!

DINAH: I wanna go home and do FaceTime with my friends!

The pilot was right, and there was some time-zone entrance surrounded by static-lines of time re-warp, offering the passengers, even Mr. Amlan Satan, great rays of light/hope, but with the remaining passengers' watches frozen (somehow), everyone wondered if the vanished passengers had somehow 'fallen' into some time-freeze death-pit...perhaps marshaled by these phantom-like entities called Langoliers (hmmm).