Campus Chart Caged

A Story by Abishai100

Narrative crime/insanity problem solving fiction of educational space-securities guns for Earthling jardinieres of the justice/sobriety variety.

An educational environment paranoia/crime story. Thanks for reading!

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I was working in a special place, an educational arena, an environment of good hospitality-readings on Earth, my old campus, where I studied and now-worked as a teacher, for incomplete-distances readings of the leviathan/uncertainty of transit-placements for 'confidence' arts, when a stalker of horror-media arts copycat image made his place for horror-jitters. Follow along, friends (Facebook-like).

My school-ground image for hospitality and transit was nothing less than idyllic, and this horror-media copycat psycho sought to destabilize our 21st-Century Selfie-lifestyle 'consciousness' for all things of darkness/paranoia (wow). The psycho, a masked anarchist with chainsaw-in-hand, wanted to substitute our Earth school image of 'confidence' IQ with everyday jitters of inhuman deformity for the Ego. Follow along, friends (Selfie-like!).

LEATHERFACE: Aaarrgghh!

ME: You cast yourself as a special demon of daylights-fears for cinema, fool.

LEATHERFACE: Aaarrgghh!

ME: I've brought my special homemade liquid-nitrogen gun (for gossip!), ha.

LEATHERFACE: Aaarrgghh!

ME: Seems I may ice-static you into an Earth state for humility, monster.

LEATHERFACE: Aaarrgghh!

ME: Well, we've reached a midways-languages for all things of jailhouse-rock.

LEATHERFACE: Aaarrgghh!

ME: Facebook-like (for leviathan/uncertainty).

My handy-dandy 'ice-gun' proved to be too utilitarian for the bad eyes of 'examination' of the copycat psycho, 'Leatherface' (a horror-hellraiser) in my education-space for old school/class 'confidence' image now; and I shot my ice-gun at his shoes and froze his toes to make him more of a statue of crime and less of a moving Goliath of jitters (wow). The social media chatter labeled me a comic super hero, but I knew I was merely a goodly cog in the machinery of mod-Earthling moves for hospitality languages, and old 'Leatherface' had become yet another monster in the records of choice lyrics (ha).