Faerie-One

A Story by Abishai100

A faerie inside a mannequin brings a consumerism 'diplomat' a stranger magic to yield Homeland views of (actual) bureaucracy-wind.

A 'sunny' adaptation-fanfiction of Mannequin (Michael Gottlieb). Enjoy!

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Amlan Satan had become a super fan and movie-reviewer and had found a special micro-miracle in a consumerism-hub, a shopping complex in the American Homeland and it was a faerie! Faeries, as you know (maybe), are winged tiny humanoids of the forest, and this faerie, a lovely lady named Esmerelda, was inhabiting the body of a shopping complex mannequin and drew the fascination of this culture/cinema nut (wow).

ESMERELDA: You can hear me.

AMLAN: Yo, this is weird, mannequin.

ESMERELDA: I'm not just a doll-piece, but a faerie inhabiting a doll (for ya).
AMLAN: Yo, this is weird, mannequin!

ESMERELDA: I want you to write some story about sports (screenplay).

AMLAN: I'm no writer...just a movie fan and critic, Esmerelda.

ESMERELDA: Call me Ezzy, Mr. Satan.

AMLAN: Yo, this is weird, mannequin.

ESMERELDA: Shall yield a Facebook like/adverb.

AMLAN: Fine.

Wow, Amlan was really on an adventure now, of a Romanticism definition, in this hi-lo Earth of incomplete-distances to transit/traffic confidence for superstitions. That's what drew 'Ezzy' to Mr. Satan, and he began to fall for her, and he decided she'd save her from some consumerism narcissism or American culture/design vanity, and that's what she offered him, a magical lens for our Selfie-culture (maybe).

Ezzy prepared Amlan Satan a world-exchanges symbolic culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) for our consumerism culture of incomplete-distances to bureaucracy-readings, and she knew then what she brought to his Americana life of bureaucracy-stills. This was magic, and he knew it...and he wondered what his life would've yielded for that luchi examination had he not detoured to a differing shopping complex than the one he (normally) visited for consumerism-vanities. That's the real charm of this 'incidence' tale of faerie-one consciousness...accidental photons.