Misery's Watch

A Story by Abishai100

A 'somber' adaptation/fanfiction of the Stephen King 'iconic' adapted-novel film about 'wrought' self-composure in 'celebrity' condition(s) of mystery.

A Halloween-season 'fanfiction' of the unusual novel-adapted film Misery (Stephen King). Thanks for reading,

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced film/work of inspiration and is a 'personal' expression of social hyperbole (for 'open' language-arts).

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AMLAN: This is what I need to get-away from Misery-novel concepts.

EZZY: As your 'Lady-of-the-Lake' (publisher), I advise a 'Facebook' trip!

AMLAN: Come with me...Poconos snow-lodge (inherited).

EZZY: You're such an accomplished writer, Satan; this is good for us.

AMLAN: We might draft a 'diamond-adventure' comic story there!

EZZY: Sounds like a 'cool' vacation from serious Misery-writing, Satan.

AMLAN: Cool...you'll turn me onto Facebook (ha).

Amlan Satan had become a pronounced cyber-writer of special stories about the misadventures of a protagonist woman named Misery, but after writing much and gaining laurels for his work(s), he felt (suddenly) he needed a 'serious' break from writing and sought this Poconos-retreat with his publisher-house lady-friend (Ezzy), where he'd spend time drinking (wine) and drafting a 'light-hearted' diamond-watch superstition 'faerie-tale' about capitalism-race defense superstitions in British Columbia or something. This would not be a certain Misery-watch.

EZZY: You've become an 'invaluable-asset' to our publishing-house.

AMLAN: I know that, Ezzy (thanx).

EZZY: Well...this Poconos-vacation will bring you back to Misery.

AMLAN: Sounds foreboding (now), but I appreciate our company (too)!

EZZY: Maybe I'll get photos for some Facebook-post about writing/inc.

AMLAN: Sounds like a plan, my Lady.

Well, things turned to Hell. Amlan/Ezzy crashed their Volvo en-route to their Poconos snow-lodge and were rescued by a stranger character, an old-man who lived alone in an area-cabin, who dragged their unconscious bodies into his truck and drove them to his cabin...after towing their crashed white-auto into the river (hmm). This would not be a Poconos-Facebook get-away for Amlan Satan (wow).

EZZY: "I can see it now...retreat for time-off...Misery's celeb-return."

AMLAN: What the hell do you want with us, Stanley?
STANLEY (Stranger/Rescuer): I've been your online (secret) fan, Satan!

EZZY: Why're we tied up in separate beds in this cabin, sir?

STANLEY: I'll feed you two to rehab...but not allow you to return home.

AMLAN: Unless/until...what/why?

EZZY: Do you want some 'celebrity-money' from Mr. Satan, Stanley?
STANLEY: Nah...I want Amlan to draft a new Misery-concept (in here).

AMLAN: What...you want me to make you some Facebook fan-celeb?

EZZY: This is (quite) scary, man.

STANLEY: It'll be 'darling' for social-media/culture, my new-IQ friends.

Stanley, the Poconos hermit, got an antique typewriter and set-it on the outdoor patio table, where he wheeled the tied Amlan Satan so he'd draft a 'miracle-new' Misery-concept, in which the protagonist-heroine of Satan's lauded-cyber tales would make for 'discovery' in an adopted niece (Sive) who'd become Misery's prodigy! This wasn't what Amlan wanted to write, but to save his life (and Ezzy's), he had no choice but to try this hand-write (for type).

EZZY: I found his gold-silencer gun while you two were in the patio!

AMLAN: I'll request he make a store-trip to get 'special' paper (for me).

EZZY: I found bullets too; we need the time to displace the gun, man.

AMLAN: Don't worry...you distract him when he returns; I'll shoot.

EZZY: Please don't miss (for Facebook!).

AMLAN: I can't (thanx).

REPORTER: How'd you get-away, Amlan/Ezzy?
AMLAN: Ezzy was the 'real' heroine...just like Misery's prodigy!

EZZY: Amlan shot that hideous man in the heart...after distraction(s).

AMLAN: We promised him a 'Misery-assistant' character draft to dilute.

REPORTER: What a 'misadventure' for this world of treasure watches!

AMLAN: Not one I'll write about...but this Misery-assistant concept's IQ.

EZZY: Who knows...perhaps a 'copycat' fan will draft a 'cool' image.

REPORTER: Thanx (good for social media!).

The miracle was found, and Misery would return, and Amlan bought his lady-friend a treasure watch for their escape-memoir. They'd spend some needed salvation-relief time after Amlan wrote his next (solid) Misery-piece (online), at a very-nice Marriott branch (NJ/USA), at which Amlan confided to his publisher-confidante (Ezzy) that the quality of escape...and miracle(s) in their Earth-age...was (much) about 'environmental' breaks (wow).