The Wicked Passerby

A Story by Abishai100

Two writers seeking 'dark-inspiration' from a cemetery, with a haunting/specter claim, may make for a 'discovery' in the incomplete-lines of Earthling-arrogance.

A (dark) superstitions fable drawn loosely from the crafty Disney production Something Wicked This Way Comes (Ray Bradbury adaptation). Hope you like,

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AMLAN: You 'doubt' this cemetery-visit will render nothing of journal value.

MARCUS: I'm merely hinting our Selfie-commentary culture will poke (fun).

AMLAN: I'm not uncertain this cemetery's shadowing some presence-circus.

MARCUS: What, like 'artists-from-hell' for an incomplete-line to Facebook?

AMLAN: Seriously, friend; this is our chance to offer something novelized!

MARCUS: You just think we're 'blessed' to be Selfie-posters of gothic-magic.

AMLAN: Let's find out if I'm being idealistic...Facebook-like (ok?).

MARCUS: Fine (bureaucracy-art).

Amlan and Marcus, pals from Dartmouth, had found this special cemetery in North America (American Homeland), where Amlan was quite-certain there lurked a mystery-force of dark-side messengers, like creepy-dolls or 'specters' from the Abyss, here as sentient-being messengers of incomplete-distances readings to the superstitions of danger and risk or something like that. Marcus liked eventually the plan to find some ghost-magic 'intelligence' and make for a novelization-inspiration from wrought dark-side readings, perchance for social media culture 'lines' for dialysis (for the soul!).

MARCUS: I feel like we're circus idiots, and it's Halloweentime after all, pal.

AMLAN: Don't downplay the hand-of-work, for the sake of Earthling-magic!

MARCUS: I like my paper-bag look...feel like a bank-robber (or something).

AMLAN: I look like a terrorist or a Cossack...but it's 'good' veil for cemeteries.

MARCUS: I admit, Amlan (ok)...you got me thinkin like an exorcist-artist!

AMLAN: Good (bureaucracy-art)...trust me...this is Selfie-windows.

RECORDING (Amlan): "The cemetery was dark and foreboding and a 'dash' uninvitational, but the two 'musketeers' that Eve of Halloween proceeded with their (secret!) procession, so sure (now/together as best-pals) that they'd be matched in curiosities by a legion of specters with a shadowy/dark-side message of those 'incomplete-distances' readings for what'd become an Earthling lifestyle culture of 'wrought' void dialysis (for commentary/Selfie-IQ)."

Amlan was true to his passions, and Marcus proved to be the cool-ally for this Halloweentime visit to the dark-light cemetery for their novelization-inspiration(s), and Amlan was right (wow). For in that cemetery lurked a special 'legion' of wicked-messengers, who referred to themselves as Hellfolk-passerby, and they (certainly!) carried the visage to match their 'claim' for eerie language-arts lines for purified/simplified distance.

DOLL: You look at me, gents, as if you've not seen the 'shadow' of doubts.

AMLAN: Are you a dark-angel of the other-side of immortality-vanities?

DOLL: That I (maybe) am, but to prove your journal-IQ, I require sanity!

AMLAN: Perchance you make 'mark' of us (Marcus/me) as artist-descent?

DOLL: Perchance...continue your walk...there's two (other) messengers now.

AMLAN: Wow (Facebook-like, with disorientation of a book-order).

Amlan/Marcus were about to get a 'good' lesson in the outcomes of natural Earthling-curiosity about the borders/books of wicked-darkness in that visit to that dark-light cemetery (wow). The Doll was some kind of invitation-host, to move them to 'greet' the other/final 2 messengers from the dark-side. The 1st of these 2 'messengers' the Doll mentioned happened to be a fur-coat wearing bright-saber wielding scruffy eerie pirate-looking sturdy man-like 'being' with glowing eyes who seemed to offer some idea about wolfish paranoia (hmmm).

WOLF: You not find the Age of Reason incompatible with mod-consumerism?
MARCUS: You go by the name of 'Wolf' as if your aura concerns simple Hell!
WOLF: Are you seeking a novelization of the infinite-void of mysteries, gent?
MARCUS: Amlan and I consider ourselves Selfie-culture 'artists' for diorama!

WOLF: Alright...proceed (bureaucracy-art).

Finally, Amlan and Marcus made their way to the 2nd/final messenger of wicked-message, of this legion referring to themselves as the Hellfolk-Passerby, a green-haired woman whose head-locks of coil seemed to parallel her viciously focused demeanor for all things superstitious (hmmm).

SNAKE: Welcome to the gist of your curiosity-rendering, gents!
AMLAN/MARCUS: Are you Medusa, snake-lady?
SNAKE: Concern yourselves with the 'matter' for renderings/writing.
AMLAN/MARCUS: Well, what's this Hellfolk-passerby (wicked) intelligence?
SNAKE: Our language is of an incomplete-line for humankind dilution.
AMLAN/MARCUS: Dilutions...for our arrogance/superstitiousness?
SNAKE: To render a reading for myths, you must discover (true) depression.
AMLAN/MARCUS: Soul depression for our Selfie-culture of life-books.
SNAKE: Correct, gents; but be wary to cast us 'passerby' as purely dogma.
AMLAN/MARCUS: Alright...farewell (Medusa?).

When Amlan and Marcus retreated (triumphantly!) from that specter-hosted Halloweentime cemetery visitation, they agreed their 'notes' would create a cool incomplete-distances reading for the quality of darkness/superstitions and the humility 'wrought' from encounters with deep-messengers of the 'natural-frailty' of existence, perchance for a sportsmanship-sanity concerning Earthling shapes of dogma (wow). Were the Hellfolk-passerby some stranger characterizations of all things mysteriously too 'complex' for our human consciousness (somehow)? Amlan and Marcus were certain now they were en-route to a Pulitzer-caliber writing-project, and they'd keep the ID of the 3 messengers a (dark) secret, while forging their special 'light' for humankind dodecahedrons...and perhaps for a 'stark' valor.

AMLAN: Facebook like.