A Belfast Photo/Synthesis

A Story by Abishai100

Fictional image of emigration and 'alien' consciousness for wrought cleats of Earthling leviathan/uncertainty charge in the UK.

A 'cool' IRA 'oriented' Western fable (fictional).

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction offers no ties to any person(s)/body (e.g., Black and Tans) and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/criticism).

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I decided to become a fireman in Belfast (UK). Sounds really strange, no? After all, there's so much journal-adjective for that place of Earthling-transit of 'troubles' (concerning IRA/UVF violence for governance/cultures mayhem arts). However, as an Algerian-American Bostonian-Catholic immigrant/US-citizen of the West (American Homeland), I knew my work as a fireman in New England prompted in me special civics-IQ for social programs for modern social media culture interest for globalism-rhetoric and culture-exchanges 'education' for the photo-soul (ok).

I decided this special work as a fireman in Belfast (Northern Ireland) would be some nice expression for mingling with Catholics of Irish-descent, to contrast with mine. I knew of the Troubles, and I read of the stories of the Black and Tans and the fierce 'evolution' of the Irish Republican Army against British-Protestant settlements-driven UK domination in that northern tip of what was once just simply all-Ireland (Catholic!).

I became a really popular fireman, and the folks of Belfast considered me very approachable and even patriotic and quiet as a Catholic emigrant from New England (sure). As part of the Belfast Firehouse, I was part of the force of good responsible for the dilution/extinguishing of 5 major fires in the year that I moved there, and I started a cyber-blog about the experiences of an Algerian-Catholic fireman from New England (Selfie-like!).

SEAMUS: I'm managing a video-game tourney and invite you to partake!

ME: Cool (thanx).

SEAMUS: We want civil servants and firemen and postal workers to engage!

ME: Cool (thanx).

SEAMUS: Well, we might even ask your fire-station to propose some of titles.

ME: Cool (thanx).

SEAMUS: My name's Seamus (Facebook-like).

Friends, this isn't a normal story, for I proposed a special title for our Belfast Firehouse for this community-binding (Catholics/Protestants) game-tourney (Golden Axe) and knew my 'acumen' for hand axes of 'consciousness' would make for 'fantastic' neighborhood journal-IQ for social media (and it was!).

SEAMUS: Are you dating Shelbye?
ME: She told you of my ice-gun proposition (liquid-nitrogen)?

SEAMUS: Yeah...I thought you'd tell me first, given your tourney-title(s).

ME: I should've thought of that, but I didn't know Shelbye like nitrogen (or you!).

SEAMUS: Well, Golden Axe is what drew her to you (me thinks).

ME: Well, I'm only here to be a fireman and perhaps make a novel concept.

SEAMUS: You just know normal stuff, no?

ME: Hey, let Shelbye decide (ok).

Of course, Golden Axe (Sega) was something of a 2nd-hat (for me) in Belfast (UK); and suddenly, I was part of Seamus' mind. He was perhaps part of some new Provisionals-IRA work for anti-UK economics policies for something about affirmative action reforms for the Irish-Catholic minority population (wow). Would Shelbye choose me, just because I was a Sega-man (for leviathan/uncertainty)?

SHELBYE: Are you joining with Seamus for that diamond-intercept, darling?
ME: I have to pose as some Palestine-rad for some Robin Hood theater/fiction!

SHELBYE: Well, me thinks your fireman-badge has you blackened (Selfie-like).

ME: Without doubt...Belfast's football (for the Ego).

Shelbye made me darling Irish-curry stew for Saint Patrick's Day ('24), and we'd watch some Notre Dame-TV and think of the hospitality-readings that made capitalism/commerce exchanges life in the Western world of consciousness something of a bread for taste.

STORY_EXCERPT: "There was nothing for me there to understand, despite my knowledge of Algerian revolution 'things' of consciousness, as an emigrant for fire-control(s)...there'd been so much 'pedestrian' imagination for the passing-transit IQ of Catholics/Protestants of the Western world (UK)...I knew that the eeriness of engagements between populations in strained Northern Ireland concerned those incomplete-arts of the hellmouth(s) of Earthling qualia...perchance the game of life actually reflects the photo-fiction image of wrought vanities for manmade 'troubles' of Heaven...was this something like a thermal war?"