Thinner (Stephen King)

A Jersey-land fanfiction of a great film-adaptation of the iconic Stephen King work of 'endured' health-wine.

A 'cool' summer (American) fanfiction of the excellent horror-story film adaptation Thinner (Stephen King), which I hope you'll like (and thanks so much for reading!), 

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Amlan Satan had become a wild and happy investor in Haddonfield (Jersey) with a special handshake for commerce-life vanities and used his $15 Wall-St. (Ford) earnings to invest in some cool toys and treasures for American living, which included a 'classic' blue-and-silver sports-car, which he named Christine and shared his fortunes as a 'king' of fortunes/fate on social media (e.g., Facebook-chess).

MR. SATAN: "This is great; a great classic sports-auto as my 'eternal' reward for my earnings on Wall-St., and I just might be able to spin this adventure of success-trophies for a cool ideation of the handshakes in capitalist-race life (now); and I'm healthy/fit, and I'm looking to impress a 'real' princess (now)...perhaps at that summertime-Jersey carnival event near my home; and I might share the auto-image on some social-media platforms (too!)."

He loved the culinary-arts, and invested in some great experiments for world-fare rich cuisine/dishes in Haddonfield (Jersey) and went to that summertime-carnival event with some of his sample preparations for hospitality, but he was about to engage with a 'real' gypsy-lady, whom he (originally/ironically) 'eyed' as a courtship-target, with his new 'hot' sports-auto, and foolishly, he thought (instead) to compete with her food-table at the carnival (hmm).

ESMERELDA: You 'dream' your egg-curry is superior to my cooking?

MR. SATAN: Excellence; perhaps we might find a 'bridge' to love (here).

ESMERELDA: No one 'dares' to defy my vanities-IQ for the world-kitchen.

MR. SATAN: Hey...I think I love you (Esmerelda).

ESMERELDA: I swear, Earth-prince, your arrogance brings you to omen.

MR. SATAN: I just want to 'know' you; share you on social-media (now).

After being stunningly rejected by the gorgeous gypsy-lady at the summertime-carnival 'event' (Jersey), Amlan returned home (Haddonfield) somewhat jaded, and he started to feel 'eerie' goosebumps regarding that gypsy-lady's strange omen-admonition regarding challenging her culinary-gifts with his own (egg-curry). Was this a time of great 'reflection' for capitalism-race vanity in Haddonfield (Jersey).

MR. SATAN: "It's been 2 long years since my 'examination' or encounter with that cursive gypsy-princess, Esmerelda, and her omen-admonition has come to create a shadow of 'darkness' in my consciousness; as I presented my 'cool' Selfie in a great college-athletics jersey-image on social-media, after some great 'academic' investment in the sports-American landscape/environment/domain, I realized (in pure horror-friction) that I'd lost some 'real' weight since my encounter with the lady at the carnival; I dunno how I'll 'express' this diminution on Facebook-chess (now)."

He decided (eventually) to turn the wheels-back on the cursive-omen planted by Esmerelda by investing in some college-athletics 'chess-excellence' in sports-landscape social media hyperbole and praise, featuring his iconic/invested 'love' of a special basketball rivalry art (Duke-UNC), hoping this 'humble' superstition-toast would reverse his horrid 'fate' incurred by his cuisine-arrogance at the carnival (wow). Would this 'all' work (for Mr. Satan)? What would Esmerelda say/think about this Homeland 'expression' for invested words (for all)?

ESMERELDA: You return to this second carnival with play-money (for me)?
MR. SATAN: Forgive me, dark-angel; I've invested in sportsmanship-media (for you!).

ESMERELDA: What'd you mean, Satan?
MR. SATAN: Well, I've cast a special sports-gaming arena spirits for hospitality in college-athletics fanfare/investments.

ESMERELDA: I suppose you 'claim' you praised a 'world-welcoming' praise of such college-sports rivalry (for all)?

MR. SATAN: Excellence, Esmerelda; this play-money is a 'souvenir' token of expression in altruism (for you).

ESMERELDA: Very good; I shall reverse my cursive-omen (then).

MR. SATAN: Thanx...so much (Esmerelda); gypsy-princess.

ESMERELDA: Excellence (then).

Two years later, we find the pensive and now reclusive Haddonfield (Jersey) 'Earth-prince' become a cyber-storywriter in the modern Homeland, having (nicely!) gained back some 'needed' weight/fitness, 'liberated' from that hand-curse of the gypsy-princess (Esmerelda). Would he feel the humility (now) to cast himself on social-media as a 'converted' diplomat of fortune's 'real' words (for all)?

MR. SATAN: "There's nothing like becoming 'thinner' thanx to the hard-omen of self-conceived fortune-vanities, and perhaps that 'memory' of transformation will yield (or 'draw') for me a special 'souvenir' of capitalism's unique word...perhaps a 'right' ring."

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)