Philly-Commander: Library

A Story by Abishai100

A man makes a holidays-TV sports 'wage' to his dad and finds a long-term superstition 'haunting' requiring a distance to (serious) religion!

An American superstition 'faerie-tale' for the holiday-season (very loosely) inspired by the offbeat/colored novel-adaptation film Thinner (Stephen King). Hope you like,

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Let's examine the stranger tale of Amlan Satan, a Homeland (Philly) immigrant/citizen who offered his father a special challenge, a wage for sportsmanship-drawn chess-IQ concerning a micro-rivalry American culture reflective holiday-season media 'event' between the Washington and Philadelphia pro-football spirits teams that drew commentary for modern traffic/media-life personality (for the Ego).

AMLAN: Let's examine this leftover turkey-soup ahead of the football event, father.
EMIT (Dad): Well, I think the Washington-team's superior this holiday-season, sonny!
AMLAN: Nah...the Philly-star(s) will shine (brightly) and bring home a media-lore IQ.
EMIT: I believe you're making some kind of dare for me, sonny!
AMLAN: I am (in deed), father; for if Philly wins, I contend I'll have great fitness '24.
EMIT: The year 2023 was 'complex' certainly, and you think 2024 offers you fitness-IQ.
AMLAN: If Philly wins, I'll be in tip-top shape, father; even more than you (ha).
EMIT: And if Washington wins, sonny?
AMLAN: Well, then maybe your (own) past-life work in 'James Bond' stuff shadows!
EMIT: So if Washington wins, sonny, I'll become the '24 master of fitness-chess IQ?
AMLAN: That's my wage, father...for a holiday-season media-spice for Selfie-humor(s).
EMIT: Fine (for photo-synthesis).

Amlan lost the bet. Philly lost a close-scoreline heartbreak after Amlan made that soft-zesty leftover thanksgiving-turkey soup for himself and dad, and he dared his father (Emit) that if Philly won the December micro-rivalry media sportsmanship 'event' for social commentary, he'd be the 'master' of fitness in the new-year (2024), and when Washington seized the 'deed' for laurels and toast, the Philly-Xmas carnival area atmospherics were somewhat more 'blue' because of the close-scoreline heartbreak. However, that's not the real 'dark-magic' of this Homeland (American) holiday-season superstition fable, friends. Follow along (if you dare).

EMIT: Don't feel bad, sonny...I'd been quite the 'musketeer' in my past-life of IQ.

AMLAN: I know, I know, father; you'd been the Mardi-Gras treasure-confidence man!

EMIT: That's why I made the 'wiser' wage for the Washington-Philly deed, sonny.

AMLAN: Man, I was so earnestly sure Philly would make 'toast' for the upper-hand!

EMIT: Well, at least you can make some Selfie-posts about leftover-turkey humor(s).

AMLAN: Yeah...maybe I'll include your old-life (Mardi-Gras?) photo of life's sanity (ha).

EMIT: Hahaha (cool).

Amlan seemed to get-over the heartbreak normally enough, but there'd been something more 'eerie' in this examination of sportsmanship and superstitions drawn Philadelphia-Homeland 'dark-magic' for that leftover-turkey soup over which Amlan Satan made that 'wage' for the competition-education dialogue with dad (Emit) for '24 had brought him to a new level of physique 'mutation' and weight-loss, since his heart-sadness induced a ghost-memory of that soft-zesty leftover soup, making him think of the 'regret' of Philadelphia's loss that holiday-season...and what'd mean for his new sports-culture media-tale (online) about athletics/melancholia (hmm).

AMLAN: I'm losing weight, father.

EMIT: I noticed, and it began in March of this year ('24), sonny!

AMLAN: I think it's because of that Philly soup-wage/loss I made (for you!).

EMIT: Don't blame me, for every-man curses/blessing for his own, sonny.

AMLAN: Alright, alright; maybe what I need is a superstition-enlightenment trophy.

EMIT: For what?
AMLAN: To forget the ghost-haunting of that Philly-loss that'd drawn me to leviathan.

EMIT: Good for you (and photo-synthesis).

Some years later, we find Amlan Satan older and more humbled and having won a special Pulitzer for his great story about a sportsmanship-culture windows for access into college-life (basketball!) that 'drew' in him a special fantasy-image about wrought transcendence of competition's hauntings through sheer-grit and the blessing of gifts/self-confidence. He even got himself a special college-culture 'jewelry-piece' after his father (Emit) passed-away (of natural causes!). Satan's jewelry of competition-education reminded him what the 'shine' of capitalism-couture really was --- the 'memory' of a person's leviathan.

PULITZER SPEECH: "I'd thank so many for this award, but because my father's passed-on, I don't know if there's anyone I can really 'honor' for this moment of deed in my long-life of interest in social media and American culture, so I'd like to think of my old high-school cheerleader girlfriend (Tandy) with whom I'd shared a special competition-education superstitions joke, that today, in reception of this 'tasty' prize, affords me a superstitious gratefulness for why/how writing can help one's body to transcend the 'darkness' of manmade bread...for a Selfie 'leviathan' humor!"