Misery, Poconos*

A Story by Abishai100

Fanfiction of the iconic Rob Reiner film-adaptation of the eerie/unusual Stephen King tale of unwelcomed 'fanfare' requiring incomplete-distances IQ for (simplified) fiction.

A 'bright' fanfiction of Misery (Stephen King), the film-adapted award-winning piece with Kathy Bates!

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

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Mr. Amlan Satan was prepped for his Poconos snow-vacation with darling adopted daughter Ezzy and got himself an Accord for the road-journey after winning the Pulitzer for his searing portrait of the consciousness of convenience in consumerism culture yielding a sort of 'paranoia' superstition about everyday-life 'ghost-magic' yielded from the Selfie-traffic of lifestyle drawn cadence (American Metronome).

PUBLISHER: You've earned this retreat, for Metronome, Satan.

AMLAN: Thanx, lady; eager to take Ezzy for an Xmas-snow trip to the Poconos (yes).

PUBLISHER: Accord (rental I heard).

AMLAN: Who can afford a new one; vintage 1989 model too (ha).

PUBLISHER: Well, your work has made you a cyber-cult fave, among youth/adults/women!

AMLAN: It's a good-life with Metronome; got comments about inventing new 'avatars' for traffic.

PUBLISHER: That's convenience-capitalism...bread/fruit user-friendly IQ; good 'personality' graphics.

AMLAN: Thanx (I'll see ya).

EZZY: Can't wait for Poconos, dad!

AMLAN: Me neither, Ezzy-girl (wow).

EZZY: This car has headlights that pop-out, right?

AMLAN: You bet; it's a 'screaming' cool auto for roadway(s) moving, hon.

EZZY: Maybe you'll take that advice and make a new American 'avatar' for a new book.

AMLAN: Maybe not....Accord's FYI for now (no language-arts).

EZZY: Cool (Facebook like).

They never made it to their rented Poconos Xmas snow-lodge (Amlan/Ezzy), for their car skidded on an ice-patch and veered off-course and into a ditch, and they both were rendered unconscious. Amlan suffered a bad leg injury, and Ezzy was just knocked out after a relatively minor head-contact with the Accord-door. Their unconscious bodies were moved inside a gold-van and driven to a very different snow-retreat lodge area, by a mystery-woman named Kathy.

KATHY: How fortunate I am to have Mr. Amlan Satan in my retreat-lodge for a writer's inspiration.

CONCIERGE: Are you kidding?
KATHY: Of course I am, silly; I'm just his biggest fan in all of Earth (don't disturb me, I'll be writing!).

CONCIERGE: Facebook like (good).

It turned out Kathy was a venomous psycho with an obsession-eye for the cyber-cult fave award-winning culture-writer Amlan Satan and was 'thrilled' to have him bottled-up (secretly/quietly) in her Poconos snow-retreat (lodge) with his darling (adopted) daughter (Ezzy). When the two came to senses, they realized they were tied up (in-bed) and were being informed by Kathy that they'd be tended to and fed and Amlan's leg-injury treated (Kathy was an ex-nurse after all), while Kathy would help Amlan sit-up in bed to type a Metronome 'sequel' on a gold-typewriter Kathy purchased online (eBay).

KATHY: How grand it is to have a writer in my bird-cage to be moved to a sequel.

AMLAN: In front of Ezzy...this is psychotic, Kathy!

KATHY: You won't say such things after your glorious sequel's made this winter in my paid-retreat.

AMLAN: You're some kind of witch, Kathy?
KATHY: That I am, Mr. Amlan Satan, and I'm casting potions to 'insure' Ezzy's admiration of your labors.

AMLAN: Don't touch the little-girl, Kathy (ok).

KATHY: Oh, I won't do anything you don't like, but you must write the sequel because of the compact!

AMLAN: Alright, alright; I'll invent this new 'avatar' for a sequel, and then you'll free me/Ezzy (ok).

KATHY: Facebook like.

PUBLISHER: How the Hell did you escape, friend?
SATAN: Kathy had a (hidden/secret) silver-silencer!

PUBLISHER: One-shot to the heart, very sad, even for an estranged witch, Satan.

SATAN: I'll never be the same, but Ezzy's doing well (thank God).

PUBLISHER: Good...scrap that mediocrity-sequel forced-notion and the invented 'avatar' concept.

SATAN: Yeah, but I might write something to adapt/transcend...Poconos Forces.

PUBLISHER: Cool (Facebook like)!

Amlan/Ezzy put the madness behind them and detoured post-miracle (escape) to New England where they hoped to share a zesty Asian meal-itinerary at a very-fave Chinese dive (Hanover) and hoped to share their fave-dish (there)...Mala Shrimp. With the new work in-progress, Satan was forgetting all about Poconos misery...for flares (sure).