Airplane: Jagged-Queue

A Story by Abishai100

Stephen King work inspired air-transit jitters yarn about incomplete-distances readings to dimensions crossings for potentially communicated jazz.

The Langoliers (Stephen King) TV miniseries inspired spook-tale, but not necessarily fanfiction.

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to the referenced work of inspiration and all images/references (e.g., Facebook) used herein (therefore) comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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Mr. Amlan Satan thought he was taking a very average/normal flight using his Frequent-Flyer miles as a rather successful if emotionally anxious microchip market businessman when he had crossed unknowingly into a dimension of unknown 'consciousness' where his otherwise average/norma Selfie-life was given a thrust to darkness (for leviathan/uncertainty).

FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Sir, there's nothing wrong with this plane, or its flyers!

SATAN: Look, I woke from nap and know everyone is different in the mind.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT: There was something you had at the airport pre-flight?

SATAN: I'm neither drunk nor insane...and the airport I boarded from was fine!

FLIGHT ATTENDANT: This is absurdism, Mr. Amlan Satan...the flyers as ghosts?

SATAN: Yes, and you're one of them...but you used to be just a cute lady, ok?

FLIGHT ATTENDANT: I can't even fathom what you'd like me to say to you, ok?

SATAN: Wow (Facebook-like).

TV BROADCAST: "We've no clue about the bound-Rationalism concerning these incomplete-distances readings of the passenger plane detouring into some 'Twilight-Zone'...vanished from our fare-rich Blue Planet...we know the passengers were identified everyday folk/citizens who (just) disappeared into the Bermuda Triangle area of mysteries...we on-ground feel only worry and tears (Facebook-like)."

Friends, Mr. Amlan Satan had in deeds found his way into some dimension of 'consciousness' void or mystery. He was the only passenger on the crossed/disappeared plane who was still a 'diplomat' of our known universe/consciousness and believed he was all alone and surrounded by only the ghost-shell of the other human beings sharing his strange flight on Earth (wow). As the passengers surrounded him, along with members of the flight-crew, seemingly seeking to touch and comfort the anxious man (Mr. Amlan Satan), Amlan wondered if he was possibly in a region of a universe 'gap' where images of living beings were nothing more than 'ghostly' images (hmmm). Friends, we still await his return, wondering if he shall come back to us (all), along with the very-real human passengers on his shared flight of mysteries, to deliver some incomplete-arts message of what's (likely) a 'painting' of consciousness-juries.