Atlantic-City: Helter Skelter Shire

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated 'claim' that a Boardwalk psycho-chase involving a traveler/writer induces Earthling expression of survival-knot.

Boardwalk-town specter/psycho tale/fiction. Happy Summer,

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

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"There I was in Atlantic City (NJ) to have some fortune-reading fun for my Selfie-time in the great American Homeland and therefore didn't anticipate engagement by a pure psycho, a horror-media (movies!) 'copycat' evildoer who wielded an electric customized chainsaw, deciding to chase me on the Boardwalk post-midnight (for doubt)."

"I mean, what would I be able to think but that I was some heroics-media (movie!) costumed super hero ready to make for some adventure-fiction for my Selfie-time? After all, I was being chased on the Boardwalk of Atlantic-City by this chainsaw-man; and I had to find some Rationalism for fortune-fun travel to convert a sudden post-midnight Helter-Skelter 'consciousness' into something worth a tell for sanity/sidelines."

DETECTIVE: You're in shock, man.

ME: Look, I know this guy had a chainsaw and kept yelling about Hollywood.

DETECTIVE: Well, maybe he wanted you to think he was a thespian (huh?).

ME: You really believe I was victim to some Selfie-dreamt prank hyped?

DETECTIVE: How do you know he wasn't in costume for prank for paranoia, man?

ME: This guy thought he was right out of a horror-film, for Boardwalk hell, sir!
DETECTIVE: You should write a story about it online; that may be all he wants.

ME: I guess that's possible...anything goes on the Boardwalk (Selfie-like).

DETECTIVE: Look, we'll look into it, man (Facebook-like).

"I decided to toast the micro-miracle of escaping from the chainsaw-clutch of this Boardwalk wandering horror-media 'copycat' psycho with a world-exchange 'reflection' culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread diner-plate and thought Atlantic-City had become my storyboard-quill for things of knucklebones. Was it (all) a prank to get me to write or eat bread?"