Atlantic-City: Jagged Language Team

One couple of daring and misfortune in Boardwalk-town are given a chalk-promise 'wage' by an ancient deity for an immortal-humility of (actual) jardinieres.

A world fortunes misgivings campfire tale, set in the resort/boardwalk town of Atlantic City (NJ/USA). Thanks for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no ties to Atlantic City, New Jersey; and it's therefore a purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/interpretations).

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AMLAN: Well, this summer trek to Boardwalk-town is right our road, wife.

EZZY: You sure we're gonna find debt collector distance with a 21-game, man?

AMLAN: I assure you, we'll make wage for 50K one night and 100K Saturday!

EZZY: That's some Boardwalk-weekend for two newlyweds chatting evil, man.

AMLAN: Hey, we'll get free of Baron Ion with this excellent game-photo, wife.

EZZY: Facebook-like.

Amlan and Ezzy darted to Atlantic City to get-free of a very nasty debt owed to a ruthless Homeland-Jersey baron (Ion-co.) so Amlan would have the needed arms to get to Brussels to start-up his world-diamond motions 'adventure' enterprise/venture with darling-wife Ezzy, but there was a real hitch. Amlan delivered on his 'fantastic' Earthling 21-promises and 'earned' 50K on a Friday's Eve...but then sought to deliver on the other half (50K) on Saturday's Morn...and lost it all to gamblers-chance leviathan/uncertainty (wow). Amlan and Ezzy now were in grave doubt and wondered what their comment for capitalism on social media would be certainly (Facebook-like).

Amlan and Ezzy were drinking in their Atlantic-City hostel-suite forgetting (all!) about their 'earned' great depression when a demon-deity appeared to them (in dark secret). She proclaimed she was a messenger from the ancient times and knew of the Earthling 'consciousness' of wrought cleats of gold and felt dismayed at their plight but then revealed her promises carried with them a grave and heavy and dense metaphysics weight, leaving it up to the newlyweds to cook-up their 'chemical' reaction (wow). Follow along!

DEITY: Well, your gravity-IQ is one of drunkenness appeal, birds.

AMLAN: Boardwalk was to be gold and now it's stark-silver, goddess.
DEITY: Well, I'll procure you ancient gold coins for your debt, at cost.
AMLAN: We fear this cost is as humbling as the dare I made without ends.
DEITY: It is...for your debt will be cleared so Ezzy can start fresh fortunate!
AMLAN: What's gonna become of me, goddess?
DEITY: You will die (peacefully!) of a heart-attack, and you'll be my servant.
AMLAN: Slavery for immortal thoughts for mortal chance, goddess (wow)?
DEITY: You will not be in pain, and Ezzy shall be freed of dangerous-debt.
AMLAN: What can I refuse here...for the Ego (fair for fare).

Ezzy attended Amlan's funeral of course but never forgot their Boardwalk-town misadventure of dark mystery/secret. She visited his tombstone some years later after settling into her newfound life in Belgium, having remarried (happily) and wept a small-prayer for her 'hero' hubby who'd now become (likely) some immortal dimensions servant of that goddess-of-gold who freed them from their mortal-thoughts debt to the Ion-co. (Facebook-like).

EZZY's PRAYER: "American made and died...without cause for much, too much, deep-thought...hubby's advanced heroism saved my pocket for certain...and I dare not dream the goddess reneged on her promise Amlan's safe-somewhere painless as an immortal 'jitters' servant (of gold and self-earned jars)."

"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)