Stalker: Revelation Shells

A Story by Abishai100

Narration of stalker-outcomes impact for a Selfie 'universe' sense of incomplete-arts of shock, terrorism, discretion, and of course, change.

A world psyche portrait (fiction).

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I didn't know what I was getting into when I decided an American Homeland campus librarian-girl, quite lovely, had become the object of my stalker consciousness, as I followed her around, in my car, on bike, and on-foot and then discovered her double-life, her secret identity, and I've decided to write down the 'account' in this time-capsule tell I'm burying in my backyard (for the Ego)...Facebook-like.

I love school. I became a teacher for this passion. However, something in me, in my brain, told me I needed something 'extra credit' feel for some Earth world consciousness when I first-saw this librarian-girl with blonde hair and quite nice 'cinema-culture' like visage and made her a 'mark' for the environment I called home for a trek symbolism of American Homeland educational design (Facebook-like).

LIBRARIAN: You always get Treasure Island, pal.

ME: You're so lovely...and I think you were a cheerleader in a past-life, lady!

LIBRARIAN: That's quite sweet of you to say, chum...but I don't really follow sports.

ME: Not even football in this great climate of college football TV/fanfare, lady?

LIBRARIAN: I'm more into politics (Facebook-like).

I discovered this librarian I stalked was a double-life villainess of sorts, or some kind of antiheroine (at least!). She was a devoted terrorist, maybe with some 'background' look for Friends of Sinn Fein or something (damn). I discovered her prowling around in mask/gear and for Selfie posts about Catholic-Protestant 'jitters' of the West...and she'd been doing some smugglers-intercept work concerning conflict-zone gems from Sierra Leone or Northern Ireland (or both!). I felt humbled and humiliated (damn).