Misery*

A Story by Abishai100

Fan-adaptation of the Stephen King adapted James Caan film about fan-obsession and the 'sheer-will' to (simply) materialize.

A 'dark' fanfiction of the Stephen King adapted Misery (James Caan). Thanks for reading!

DISCLAIMER: This work of movie-fanfiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to the referenced Stephen King adapted film of inspiration and is cast as a 'personal' exercise in creative expression (for 'open' readings).

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Mr. Amlan Satan had become quite the popular underground cult-comics cyber-writer, offering graphic tales of the American landscape of darkness/intrigue 'psyche' in the post-9/11 era of traffic-securities 'negotiations' for capitalism-race functionalism/magic and had gained the newfound 'obsessive' fan-likes of a secret mountain-dwelling woman in the Poconos (Ezzy) who compared his 'visage' to many others on modern social media (hmm).

SATAN: "I'm taking for reading(s) some fave-comics and hopping into my new Accord and setting out for a Poconos winter-retreat and want nothing to do with any more 'superstition' fan-queries or publishing-house 'recs' for my future work with my laureled series of Mannequin-haunting tales (for cyber-shares in comics-writing/image)."

He'd lived in New England (happily) since graduating from a very prestigious Ivy-college and had come to love the snowy regions of the Eastern United States and (therefore/arguably) opted for this Poconos snowy-mountain 'retreat' to (simply) reflect on his happiness writing and his work with capitalism-race 'superstitions' and heat and hoped (honestly) to unwind with varied snow-landscape photos for his (private) laptop-made cyber-mosaics of Homeland life/education (while perusing his brought set of comics-reading).

His car veered off the icy-snow roads in the Poconos area right before he reached his final-destination and was badly crashed and he left unconscious. Who did find this strayed/isolated auto (Accord) but that very-same obsessed super-fan (Ezzy) who snatched his crushed body and put him into her truck and drove him (safely) to her isolated snow-cabin and nursed him back to health...only to reveal her 'super-fan' agenda to Mr. Amlan Satan.

EZZY: Oh, Amlan, those Mannequin-superstitions cyber-comics tales are simply superb, and I just wanted to encourage you while I'm nursing you (secretly) back to full-health to consider my own recommendation to create a new line of 'lady-image' superstitions tales right here in my cabin in the Poconos (ha) featuring a cyber-anime 'image' I've made for cool-discovery...all for you (and us!).

Amlan was horrified. Ezzy was a pure maniac. True, he nursed him to adequate health, though he was still too debilitated to flee her prison-cabin where she'd made a 'cage-room' for him, bringing him food and reading his 'fave-comics' to him, all the while insisting he make those new 'lady-image' haunting tales in that Poconos-cabin with the anime-image she made for 'discovery' in Homeland post-9/11 era writing (wow). Amlan knew he was a caged/trapped spirit and decided he'd try to trick her into thinking he'd consent to this requisition, if she went to the distant Poconos town-store to get some paper for him to doodle-notes. While she was away in glee, she crawled out of bed and snatched that crossbow he'd eyed while Ezzy took him to her kitchen table for nightly dinners in his (personal) wheelchair and stared at him eating while she perused the Internet for imagery/toys/weapons.

PUBLISHER: How the Hell did you 'escape' from that mad-cabin, Satan?
AMLAN: Let's just say I made for 'discovery' for the 'arrow(s)' of fate.

PUBLISHER: You shot that insane 'super-fan' (square) in the heart!

AMLAN: I guess I'm taking some more (needed) time-away from writing!

PUBLISHER: Excellence; perhaps you'll retore for a 9/11 comic-write?

AMLAN: Perhaps, Mrs. O'Hara (sure).

Amlan Satan forgot about that entire Poconos 'ordeal' and returned to his top-notch form of 'pseudo-patriot' post-9/11 era superstitions-comics writing(s) and decided to get a new Accord to make 'toast' for the fact that his wit(s) afforded him the right-mind to get-away from the hand/clutches of that terribly mired super-fan (Ezzy).

SATAN: Here's an Accord for a haunted-car tale (for the Ego).