Misery's Wide Receiver

Fanfiction/adaptation of the Reiner adaptation of the 'iconic' eerie fan-obsession tale (Stephen King) of 'incomplete-distances' to (serious) 'leviathan.'

A tale of writer's paranoia-bookmark, adaptation/fanfiction of Misery (Rob Reiner) by Stephen King! Happy Thanksgiving, 

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MR. AMLAN SATAN (Cyber-Writer): "I've earned this retreat (from writing!) and you'll (not) find me at the Poconos (playing video-games) and posting on Facebook (for the Ego)."

MS. SANDRA (Publisher): "Good for you (and me), Satan; social-media 'games' is what's due for a man-of-leviathans (in America)."

Satan (Amlan) turned-off the 'worldly' sounds of publisher-house pressure(s), from Sandra, and took-off to the Poconos to become auditory-escapist and (not) think of his 'incomplete-distances' to terror-writing and the challenges of the emotional condition on Earth rendering anti-sportsmanship 'image' for complex shapes (of 'governance' reference).

HANNA: You know how I've found you, you great and wonderful (cyber) writer?
SATAN: Sure, Hanna; but all this 'storage' time with me in your 'bird' cage is a disaster!
HANNA: Don't complain so loudly, great writer Satan; for this time in my cage is for us.
SATAN: My car crashes in the snow, en-route to vacation, you rescue me, and drag me!
HANNA: You're my sparrow for quills, Satan the writer; you're inventing a new avatar-IQ.
SATAN: I feel like a thief when I talk with you about all this writer's block for speed, lady.
HANNA: I'm the thief (here), Amlan Satan...and you're generating the original-words/art!
SATAN: I can't simply generate a brand-new avatar and depart from my Esmerelda-series.
HANNA: Esmerelda is an avatar for pure misery-consciousness; we need to invent new!
SATAN: I can't just take the advice from a 'paranoid' fan about a new direction for words.
HANNA: That's why I brought you here; Heaven brought you (to me); you're doing it.
SATAN: Why's this new avatar so concerning you, Hanna?
HANNA: We've become fast-friends; I've nursed you to health after your accident, Amlan.
SATAN: I know, and thanx (believe me), but Esmerelda's been my special/secret avatar.
HANNA: Yes, and it won you the Pulitzer, but together, here, you/me (now), we'll shine!
SATAN: Win the Nobel Prize for Literature, is that what you're implying (now), Hanna?
HANNA: Do you doubt such a matter, Satan; for I've become a 'classic' fan of photos.
SATAN: I noticed all your 'classic' Roaring Twenties photos in your den, wheelchaired.
HANNA: Those are my (secret) memoirs of what's really 'missing' from American heart.
SATAN: Evil (photo-synthesis); bad-bureaucracy, Hanna.

HANNA: Oh, hush; you're still enjoying time-off with Facebook and my photo-albums, ok.

Miracles are not always visible, and Amlan Satan's blessing-escape from the clutches of his obsessed-fan 'witch' (Hanna), who dragged him to her isolated Poconos snow-cabin following his dreadful car-crash in the mountains of Penn state area, was forged when Hanna rode to the store to get 'fresh' paper for his typing of a brand-new 'avatar' to deviate from his writer's resume (award-winning!), giving him the time-enough to grab Hanna's gun, load it with bullets, and shoot her in the heart. He told the police it was in self-defense, which was (ironically) very very true. When he returned to his humble Echelon-abode (NJ), he had his housekeeper (Ezzy) put up offbeat Xmas-color lights in his front-porch window, to remind him why escape from darkness may simply require a special 'sporting' deed for a super vision for (American?) leviathan.

EZZY: You're proposing marriage to me, now, your housekeeper, Amlan Satan?
SATAN: Why not, Ezzy; I love you, and I love your son (Damian).

EZZY: I'm still 'reeling' from my failed-marriage, man!

SATAN: I know, I know, but let's say I've the 'need-for-speed' for brain-healing(s), Ezzy.

EZZY: Damian does really like you, and those Madden-games you play (together).

SATAN: I was gifting him my Xbox (Xmas); this diamond-treasure (heirloom) yours.

EZZY: This ring looks invaluable...I'm (honestly) uncertain, Amlan (darling).

SATAN: Consider this...for the 'hand(s)' of life-on-Earth, requiring magnetism (for me).

EZZY: You've surely earned doom-breaks (for social media).

SATAN: You said it, electrically (for social media).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)