The Rogue

A Story by Sami Khalil

A case of Cotard's delusion...

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The Rogue… By Sami Khalil

A case of (Cotard’s) delusion.

As his eyes drifted from distress, the sun dawned over the resting cattle. His blotted past was spreading camouflaged notes with moisture, rising from the grounded umbra. A seesaw experience, his life breached the shared experiences, in strong familiarities of sunspots. He felt dead, actually wanting to die, as in the hollow floatation of weird trauma in Cotard’s delusion. Every morning, after living among fitting graveyards, he would rise up, soaking the undulating rays over sloping hills, voiceless to the nightmares, panicking episodically, jabbing his psyche. As the adrenaline rushed ferociously, the day of the dead was at hand, so he thought. Doctors had given up on his rogue condition for lack of understanding, while none of his family and friends gave a tumble but the panning and shunning away as an unhinged mind. His life now has many fractal patterns of nimbus clouds to deal with. A living zombie, clinking glasses with death, looks of dread furrowed his brow with no next of kin. Everything meant bloody crimson to his third eye, as vesper bats with spanning rampancy, were glimpsed. Trains running East to West, had to hire armed guards, to negate the scare and hysteria of the mass populace, for someone was killed daily. Come to find out, “The Rogue,” as he was called by the police, would kidnap a victim each day at gun point, tie them up, placing them on the train tracks to die the worst of death. It was his joyride to fame, his panning of gold, so to speak. Exhaling thoughts of malice, this pallid human zombie bought a detonating device to blow up the next train, for he was shot in the foot fleeing, after he was spotted laboring in his murder scheme, almost bleeding to death. He plonked it carefully upon the tracks, setting it by a timed alarm. The Earth shook, loud booms were heard, warm bodies flung far in all direction, squalling of babies, moaning of adult victims, burning what was left of metal. Little he knew after the fact, a pirouetting rattle snake had bit him, regretfully invading her ragged habitat. The ravenous grizzlies had a feast.

© 2018 Sami Khalil

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peter Duggan

Wow, what a great story you have written here Sammi. I loved every word of it. What a great ending. this guy surely got his karma. You made the darkness come out in my own mind. I wonder whet it is that makes these kind of people tick. You are a great writer, my friend. I have written many short stories in the past. but nothing I have ever written comes s close to your great stories. Well done mate, all the best to you....peter

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6 Years Ago

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barleygirl

I enjoy reading about off-the-wall zombie-like situations & yours is full of unique imagery to paint the bizarre scene with delicious insanity. The first half of this is written in a more stilted fashion, using complex words/phrases & explaining concepts more cerebral than palpable. About halfway thru, you get out of your head & into the action of the situation. This is when the reading becomes easier to follow & the imagery pops more intensely. From the midpoint to the end, your story is more dynamic & palpable as far as following your storyline to see & feel how the story goes. In other words, the beginning you’re TELLING the story, whereas the end you’re SHOWING (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie