Two Fictional Shorts - Killer On Wheels & Opportunity Knocks -

By Mahsa Sedaghatian

In the tale of Killer On Wheels, there is a mentally distraught woman by the name of Melissa who finds herself on the outer edges of insanity.
Melissa is fervently accosted to the point of obsessiveness by a dark past shrouded in turmoil and chaos. Consequently she is unable to distinguish between her immediate reality and her own psyche's manufactured unreality. Eventually, she is forced to make a choice between her two worlds. And selecting either one or both will not change her end results or at least not in her altered and confused mental state.

In the story Opportunity Knocks, a young man stands at the pinnacle of his career but discovers one tragic and uneventful day that life had unjustly retrieved what it had bequeathed from him only a few days ago. Thus, he is left feeling vulnerable and helpless with no one to turn, so he ends up listening to his tiny egoistical voice inside him. It is a selfish and evil force that induces him to conduct business outside of his own realm of understanding.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Feb 25, 2015
• ISBN: 9781312935891

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Two Fictional Shorts - Killer On Wheels & Opportunity Knocks -

Table of Contents

Killer on Wheels

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Opportunity Knocks

Killer on Wheels

Melissa was considered a bombshell by many of her cohorts and ex-husbands.  She also had a deep bank account that made life, as some would say a bit easier. Though, what made her stand out from the average individual was her wavy red hair that was like the sweetest red strawberries one would find at a farmers market or any strawberry field.  Her red hair complemented the white-supple soft skin and her bright, forest-green eyes that lit up the room whenever she strolled in. 

Besides her out of these world good looks, she was also lucky to have some money set aside to live comfortably if the need for it ever arose. Most of that money however came from the trust fund left over by her ex-husbands. It was from her ten year alimony payments, which worked in her favor allowing her to purchase her very own penthouse. 

But, even for this bombshell, her money and good looks weren't actual deterrents for the ugliness that maneuvered within the white-grey mushiness between her ears. As such, it was Melissa's own interpersonal strife commingling with an all exclusive, devastating and shocking life-changing event   that had spewed out bringing with them  horrible past memories in  a place where she felt pinned to life like  a lifeless bug pricked to a pin-board on an entomologist's lab.

The only difference in her case was that she was still alive and she was definitely not a creature of instinct, but a person who was able and capable to manipulate her own destiny. 

Or perhaps at the end of it all, the turmoil and strife were her excruciating struggles within her own unexplored savage self. As they have mysteriously awakened a much deeper and more dormant part of her personality she didn’t know existed.

Part One

Her world had become a divine dramatic script with several penned characters drawn out within the cranial walls of her own head to form their own narrative. But, by any account it did not seem or feel like any well and written story, but she perceived it more typical of a hell handed down to punish and maul any goodness that remained in her consciousness.  Perhaps it was by her doing or by some unknown protagonist oblivious to her own minds level of comprehending that was beginning to antagonize her. Providing her with the impression that an evil was lodged within her psyche unleashing an array of personalities that were attempting to escape from the most profound abyss of her subconscious. 

Yet, they were more characteristic of grayish-dark shadows that scratched and clawed their way upward in an attempt to break through the subconscious barrier which separated them from her conscious mind. It was an all-out battle of attrition with what she believed to be real against her brain's own system of irrationality.  It was as if  her life was tragically being played out daily similar to  a projector releasing fuzzy images of a dramatic scripted play onto a white canvas  inside the walls not of her home but inside of her cranium.

Many professionals out there would surely entertain her mental lapse as a diagnosis of multiple personality disorder. While other non-mainstream professionals would very easily consider Melissa's plight more in the realm of the unknown like a demonic possession with the manifestations being more malevolent.  In her case it was similar to a winged dark angel tethered to her inner core like an umbilicus attached to a fetus.  It was sort of like a vampire feasting on anything rational and positive that remained bequeathing with her only sickness and wickedness; whatever the case it was not good.

So, it was an all-out mental based initiative that was deteriorating her mind with scene after scene of flashbacks set in a reality as vivid and alive as her own warm to the touch flesh. On occasion it felt that her skin was bombarded with countless goose bumps. It was a sure sign of an impending terror-stricken attack of her psyche, as she asked herself in a tone barely audible peering into the hallway mirror, where did I go wrong in life?