Shining (Fanfiction)

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated hotel-keep ghost-haunted mind-warp psychosis 'memoir' of sorts, in a fanfiction of the Stephen King adapted Kubrick-masterpiece about 'defined' holograms.

A 'fun' fanfiction of that iconic Stephen King adapted Jack Nicholson film The Shining (Stanley Kubrick), which I think you'll like (and thanks so much for reading),

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to the referenced work(s) of inspiration and all images/references used herein (therefore) comprise a purely 'personal' expression of creative art (for 'open' comment).

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My name's Amlan Satan, and this is my personal record of a ghastly-disaster in the Western 'worldly' world of incomplete-lines for lifestyle-drawn metaphysics-confidence and found during my summer-keep of a temp-closed hotel going under renovations (Wingate, Miami) and made me come-to-terms with my psyche-psychic 'super powers' I'd been harnessing since my days as a young-boy in Philly, which moved me to find brain-memory photo-imagery worthy of Facebook-album dialysis (sure).

WIFE: This is quite an institution, for Orange-States lines, for keep, hon.

DAUGHTER: You look really sad, daddy, and I think it's about your writing job!

ME: I don't want to bother you two about writing/language; this is summer-love.

WIFE: We've got the entire hotel to ourselves, and lots of stored/preserved food!

DAUGHTER: Dad told me he has (secret) mind-powers, and he'll show us here.

ME: Secrets or lies, darlings; this hotel's all Facebook like (for us!).

DAUGHTER: Did you examine any of those reported (online) haunt-tales?

ME: Don't worry about death/dying; our summer-love experience will shine.

WIFE: Facebook like (good).

Well, wife and daughter settled-into the amenities and paid-comforts I'd obtained with this paid-position in the Orange State (American Homeland) and I was happy (mostly) to see them play SimCity video-games while I toiled-away with my 'great' American novel about aliens (Mars Resurrection), and I was coming undone, and they weren't aware.

Well, it was one Saturday's Eve, while I was enjoying heated/fried-up preserved storage of the hotel's world-exchange 'reflection' culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving diner-plate that I first encountered what was to become my (immortal?) hotel-phantom haunting 'host' presence, which was suggested to me would feel real, when my wife/I read accounts of this Miami hotel haunting (online). The Phantom revealed I was to chase-away my wife/daughter and commit suicide in the bathtub of a very-special room in which a celebrity-chef was bloody-murdered (by his mistress!). Who'd think bread/fruit would yield a dark-flare for Earthling-eye(s)?

WIFE: Why the Hell are you dressed-up (like that), Amlan Satan?
ME: Didn't you know I wanted to cheer-on Mardi-Gras out-of-time/place, hon?

WIFE: You're coming undone...what's happening with your novel concept?
ME: I stopped writing, hon (forever).

WIFE: Me thinks your daughter/I should get-away and let you wrap-up keeps!

ME: Alone.

WIFE: Why're you being so spooky...are you frightening us to depart from here?

ME: Alone.

WIFE: This is not Facebook like.

ME: Alone (damn).

I triumphed. I took a rifle from the special trophy-area of the iconic American Homeland hotel (Wingate, Miami) and used it to shoo-away my wife/daughter (forever!). I stayed in the hotel, and it was only August...alone (wow)! I committed suicide in the bathtub of one of the grand-suites and became a haunting ghost, and I've dropped this love-letter ghost-note into the hotel email-box for some unlucky-foolish leprechaun (guest/attendant) to make for a 'discovery' of what makes Earthling fortune-readings so darn reflective of a metaphysics 'paranoia' about incomplete-lines to the flares of wrought distances to dialysis (ha).