Go SouthWest: American Horror Shy

A Story by Abishai100

Fictional (American Homeland) roadway journey tale of contact-darkness (a hitcher) for 'expression' of things...jagged.

An American tale (fiction). Thanks so much for reading (Happy '25),

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My name's Shelley, and I consider myself a great idealist woman of the American Homeland, deciding to make a great roadways journey in one very-special Summer season in which it'd be simply inconceivable I'd be able to anticipate the path-crossing with a seemingly normal diner-visiting man (in the American Southwest) who turned out to be a pathological thief and masked hitcher-psycho who turned my life away from what I knew (Facebook-like).

I thought my Southwest roadway(s) journey was simply excellence and would afford me some special Homeland 'feel' for all things tourism and needed to get-away from my old-labors life of work and commuting; and I even made great stops to varied sites of great Western infrastructures/architectures jardinieres (for the Ego). This was to be my great foray of the mind of what made an American woman car-jolly.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Thanx for picking up a diner-trekking auto-focus less man.

ME: You're quite the pensive journals-scribbler, Mr. Satan (fun surname?).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Slovak-Algerian ex-Bostonian, Catholic citizen (American!).

ME: Well, what made you turn into a special bank stops and jewelry thief?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Tired of being the getaway-driver speedster goat, girl?

ME: Maybe I'm just itchy thinking of more securities in a post-9/11 planet.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Ha, you don't read enough manga (Selfie-like).

Mr. Amlan Satan turned out to be the Devil incarnate. After making stops as a world-dark thief with me as his Southwest getaway-speed angel for his personal jardinieres, he then (later!) revealed himself to be a full-grown American psycho. He used his silencer to shoot (point-blank!) about 10 Southwest lawmen (geez). I was rocked into Hell by a real stranger, a frightener of Earth. Here I was thinking 9/11 was the worst thing that happened in the American Homeland (damn). I've decided to pen the entire dark 'faerie-tale' in a time-capsule portrait to serve as some personal therapy-juice for my Selfie-universe of faces-contact for everyday-life shields (for the Ego!).