Seed-Forest: Jury/Duty of Water

A Story by Abishai100

Man narrates his examination of self-angst contemplation to determine if he's fated for sportsmanship or Selfie-ruins after challenged by a haunting doll.

An Earth realm horror fiction. Happy Summer to all,

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/interpretation/critique).

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"There I was resolved to think my Selfie consciousness of junior-hockey league coaching activity cast me as a diplomat of Earth world vitality and drew me to special elements/magic creativity for the stuff of humanity; and that's why I decided to use my own Selfie of sportsmanship to feel inspired for a Homeland-Jersey forest-examination of self-wrought meditation of water-guns for competition study of human race image of tools and kits and equipment and field/arena/rink materials (ice, water, soil, turf, clay, sand, etc.). Afte all, I'd become a social media Earthling of fanfare for thorn birds cinema (e.g., The Sandlot)."

"So, I packed my bag with water-gun toys to fill with water from my bottles, maybe made lukewarm with my campsite hot-plate to use for targeting and shooting at a number of Homeland-Jersey forest trees where I'd find language-journal write inspiration for what made Earthling intuitions of toy/equipment use invocative of escapism, games of play, isolationism, competition, and fair-play for the Ego (ha). I resolved to spend one month in June in that Homeland-Jersey woods shooting at trees with water to find the richness for civilization mezzanines/labyrinth sculptures that reminded me of the mystery of Blue Planet vanity (for all!)."

DOLL: You found me prince of meditation.

ME: Who the Hell are you, doll?
DOLL: As you see, I'm a world doll left-behind (here) in this Earth-forest, prince.

ME: What's your name?

DOLL: No matter for you; you can see I'm a doll-toy that speaks (English).

ME: You're inhabited by a ghost or something, doll?
DOLL: Let's say I'm your spirit-messenger for your Walden-like journals, ok?

ME: What do you inspire?

DOLL: Multiple humans found me here in this forest; I moved them to bloody Hell.

ME: Bloody murder?
DOLL: About 20 people path-crossed my sit-position; mostly couples, Earth prince.

ME: You 'cajoled' them to commit some (dark) crimes.

DOLL: Maybe you'll be spared, fool.

ME: What, if I pass some 'examination' here, doll?

DOLL: Here's your inquiry, prince...you must decode the logic of water-gun laws.

ME: For murder is-by-glass (Facebook-like).

DOLL: Fail and you'll feel a nature-urge to kill or steal from your city-boss (ha).

ME: Thanx (Selfie-like).

"I named the doll Annabelle, from a media-horror universe storyboard inspiration (hmmm). I recognized the eerie ghost-doll's message was to prompt in me some dark-omen understanding of what made water-gun use/play some 'examination' of the languages of fair-play, Earth resource/equipment/element use, eco-games, competition, mischief wariness, murder invocation jars, and (maybe) soft Earthling fears (for the Ego!). Annabelle was haunted to make me a diplomat of some education, for games-environments. I knew if I failed in the journal-exercise, her curse would ring-true, and I'd return to the city-world beset by some nature-angst which I'd then be moved to act out through some juvenile theft 'deed' work or even murder (for leviathan/uncertainty)."

"Friends, I now felt like Igor or Renfield. I was moved by that Homeland-Jersey woods-doll (Annabelle) to craft some sculpture-language of sanity for wrought sportsmanship-world return for the sake of order/religion (wow). I knew the eerie doll of that Earth realm forest wanted me to think like a thinker and craft some links understanding of what tied my interest/activity of hockey-coaching to eco-equipment allusions and nature-consciousness superstitions (or paranoia!). I played with water-guns as a boy and now as an adult felt somewhat 'saved' by this contemplation of what made such toys reflective of Earthling psychology (for leviathan/uncertainty). I was at a Sunday-visited diner in the American Homeland (Jersey) and ordered one sweet waffle plate; and when the waitress approached, I decided not to bloody-murder her...for I felt secure I had become a 'priest' for games-of-opportunity. That's my water-world story."