Writer's Marking: Hell-Bouillon

A Story by Abishai100

A tale of writer's retreat and deadly fan-fanatic encounter in the Poconos, highlighting a rather strange 'American' radish (for the mind).

A nice adaptation of the film-adaptation of the iconic/legendary Stephen King novel about fan-darkness, Misery (James Caan). Thanks for reading!

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Amlan and his darling girl Ezzy darted in their new 'mod-classic' auto-Volvo for a snow-lodge vacation which was welcomed given Amlan's special labor(s) with writing his great American capitalism-race superstitions 'chess' novel and hoped he/Ezzy would find cool comforts in their snowy retreat (together) during which Amlan would teach her about the writing of Joyce (James) and share ideas with students/teachers on social-media while there (wow).

However, fate wasn't on their side during this special retreat-vacation from writing for Amlan, as Ezzy would get 'freaked' by a running deer crossing their upward-hill path in heavy snow and prevented her father from turning the wheel 'swift' enough to control the auto-Volvo, leading to a devastating crash, which left dad injured (broken leg) and daughter Ezzy unconscious.

AMLAN: No worry, Ezzy; this will be 'welcome' sign for our return to top-notch writing form with cooled/calmed mind, and we might 'nab' that Pulitzer (after all), Ezzy (ha).

The car-crash was detected by a nasty mountain-forest dwelling real-life sadist-witch named Annie who was determined to perform an 'examination' of the rather 'cult-favorite' cyber-writer (Amlan Satan) and wished to keep dad/daughter in her hideaway cabin-lodge 'prison while she ruminated on how to 'mold' Amlan's writing 'concept' to become his 'secret' writer's consultant (and perhaps 'dark' inspiration/muse).

AMLAN: Why're you keeping us here, Annie; we'd been grateful for rescue!

ANNIE: Don't be a flipper, Amlan; Ezzy's fine here (with us); she likes the soup.

AMLAN: I know that, and thanks (a lot), but I'm to return to finish writing!

ANNIE: Wow, your publisher/company is (likely) distressed with missing words.

AMLAN: Clever, yes, that's right, Annie; I hoped to post cabin-photos with Ezzy.

Annie had other plans. See, she'd become a secret 'obsessive' with Amlan's writing on the cyber-cafe forum where he was 'anticipated' to get much esteem for his new writer's concept about post-9/11 era capitalism 'consciousness' for superstition(s) for the heart/Ego. Annie insisted she 'shift' Satan's writing compass, amend Amlan's 'view' for Earth-commerce for fortune-readings 'intelligence' (for the heart). Ezzy noted and whispered to Amlan, constantly, that Annie was a 'deformed' super-fan with a slowly eroding sense of incomplete distances...to Hell (wow).

AMLAN: When Annie goes to the store next trip, we'll make a dash for heaven.

EZZY: What do you want me to do...with your leg-condition(s), father?
AMLAN: I'm grabbing that snow-penguin globe from her writing-table.

EZZY: You want me to call the police as soon as you knock her out, dad?

AMLAN: You've got the genius-plan now, babe; otherwise, we're doomed (here).

EZZY: Good (I love you!).

AMLAN: Good.

The plan worked. Amlan/Ezzy escaped that Hellmouth of fan-fanaticism in that (Poconos) snow-cabin hell-prison 'erected' by the sad and criminally-insane witch of the mountains (Annie). Ezzy managed to reach the police with Annie's kitchen-phone after Amlan knocked her out from his rolling wheelchair and returned to civilization (for goodness).

AMLAN: Here's that Joyce edition (promised) for our shared readings (now).

EZZY: Now that Annie's in that lunatic-asylum, we'll care more for heavens!

AMLAN: Without (any) doubt, Ezzy (goodness).

Annie was convicted of attempted murder and kidnapping and was found to be linked to other 'bizarre' disappearances/bloody-murders in that snowy area of the Eastern United States (wow). Meanwhile, Amlan/Ezzy attended their shared congratulatory dinner at a Windy-City skyscraper restaurant/brunch (with windows-views) and were greeted by a 'gorgeous' waitress (Danica) in a white-witch costume, as Halloween that year had come around for the two invested in spiritual works of great cyber-writing (ha). This was once more great energizer vibe(s) for Amlan Satan, our protagonist 'hero' of this stranger tale of American darkness (hmm).

DANICA: Wow, you'll love our Halloween clam-chowder, Mr. Satan!
AMLAN: Thanks; you're lovely (Danica); is this 'chowder' a Chicago treat?

EZZY: I love it, it's the New England variety (thanx, Danica).

DANICA: If I may confess something, Mr. Satan...I'm your 'biggest' fan.

AMLAN: Wow...that's (really) a delightful turn-of-word(s) to hear (now).

EZZY: Yeah, the last 'soul' who stated such a statement didn't boast this view.

DANICA: Right-o; I read all about it, you two; a 'stranger' time of Hell (no?).

AMLAN: Nothing to remember (compared to now)...hey, thanks for the spirit.

EZZY: Why didn't you ask Danica out for a romantic evening (she liked you)?
AMLAN: I'm still 'scarred' (somewhat), darling; from that last 'fan-lift' (ha).

EZZY: Thanks for the college-basketball doll chess-set (gift), dad.

AMLAN: We'll forget this entire 'capitalist' break (someday/somehow).

EZZY: There's no doubt about that (for 'blue' reading).