Summer of Drywall($)

A Story by Abishai100

A wild and 'inconceivable' Earth-scenario involving a California wonderland-summer of inventive vigilantism, alien invasion, and youthful Western distances.

A summer Earth fable of epic proportion inspired by American Satan. Enjoy,

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Amlan Satan moved into an Opal St. house in southern California to begin writing his sci-fi/horror novel while helping his friend's dad manage a special diamond operation in the beach-area, but he'd have to prepare for something truly akin to a dark wonderland of summertime mystery. Follow along.

AMLAN SATAN: Met beautiful girl here, mother; will marry her and branch-out (diamond-work) to complement writing/art.

He bought his Daisy a terrific Vespa-scooter so she'd be able to ride around the beach-town (California) to understand/appreciate the liberty of life that the United States afforded. Meanwhile, he'd started to learn some strange complexity regarding his friend's dad's diamond-operation in Pacific Beach.

AMLAN SATAN: I took a Selfie; prepared for 'sinister' knowledge regarding some diamond-corruption (Facebook?).

Satan's abode in California had all the amenity/tidings of a comfy place, and he made it reflective of his life on the beach, one of fitness, reading/writing, surfing, good nutrition, and plenty of daylight. He started to think more seriously about the strange diamond rumors while taking good care of his Daisy. It was July now in California.

AMLAN SATAN: I've two spacious main-areas of our Opal-St. house, which I share with my Daisy; things have to get chess-like.

There were blood-diamonds in Pacific Beach, and Amlan's friend's dad had little knowledge, but the word among some surfers/street-riders was that his friend's dad's store in Cali was being used as a veil for smuggling, with inside-men, all controlled by a mystery fat-man named Noger.

NOGER: Apparently, a masked man claiming he was from Iran burst in and used acid-spray to 'cajole' workers to swap gems!

Amlan Satan had managed a minor-triumph with this little chess-play regarding the 'washing' of his friend's dad's gem-store in Pacific Beach and the word was out that Noger was slipping on his grip in continental sanity/brains. Meanwhile, no one knew it was a favorite local/affable surfer-writer (Satan) who orchestrated something worthy of a 'cool' Facebook-Halloween limerick for the youngsters of the West!

DAISY: What're we doing now, baby?
SATAN: We're investing in the stocks (Ford Motor Company) and I'm finishing my great sci-fi/horror novel and staying wed!

Amlan Satan began making some pretty cool portraits of his Daisy and the new friends in the neighborhood which had been 'cleansed' of some pretty evil gem-ideations, and it felt like a nice page out of a sentimental Thomas Hardy novel, modernized to include a more 'shoreline' view of human distances. Everything was cool/beautiful!

This is where the summer-wonderland faerie-tale in California takes a dark/sinister twist, folks. An alien crash-landed in the Grand Canyon (invisibly!) and hid his craft in the canyon itself (invisibly!) and then prowled invisibly to California where he'd prowl/trek around to make record-notes of Earth-society for communiques regarding a potential future choreographed Invasion. That's a turn for the inconceivable, and our protagonist-dude (Amlan Satan) didn't want this kind of intrigue (really). However, it was Satan who 'spotted' the predator-alien cloaked in invisibility power/magic but exposing a certain chemical silhouette.

AMLAN SATAN: I'm rallying some friends; we've got to assemble some 'acid-guns' and seek-out and smoke this invisible animal!

So, our hero-vigilante hit the trees-areas of the outlier parts near Pacific Beach where the Predator lurked now, and Satan (Amlan!) remarked that this was a human odyssey akin to something no writer would ever imagine would be conceivably sane...but to be human you have to think like an adaptive reactive responsive (and oddly realistic!) human.

AMLAN SATAN: This will all make for some 'cool' Facebook-IQ commentary in the near-future about gears-of-fantasy (ha)!

They encircled the 'trees-lounge' of the Predator with their acid-gun collection and managed to create continuous feet-fire to compel the invader to seek his plans of distance on a differing planet (ha).

One of Satan's Cali-pals leaked all these secrets to a tabloid-writer who passed it onto a movie-studio which some say inspired a major motion-picture ideation of a future-world of singular heroics and a smoky 'legion' of 'alien' dreamers (ha).

DAISY: It's been a California-dream to be your wife, darling.

SATAN: Yeah, me too (I agree); our baby-girl is a beautiful vision, and she's a real gypsy-like, no?
DAISY: We'll be a 'cool' biracial-tale for the United States (Earth).

SATAN: Don't doubt it.

Amlan's mother left him an incredible fortune after her passing which he used to move his new Earth-family to New England where they took up permanent paid-residence at a very nice/hospitable hotel-apartment hybrid place called the Wingate (New Hampshire). It was turning out to be the real sanity he'd wrought during that rather 'dark' wonderland-summer in Pacific Beach (California).