Town Card: Needful/Chandeliers

A Story by Abishai100

A darkened New England timeshare is where the Devil casts dark-clouds of gambling/vanity, in a Stephen King adaptation about incomplete share.

Needful Things (Stephen King) TV-movie adaptation lush/gritty imagery inspired fanfiction/story about incomplete-distances readings to the doubts of man's (or woman's!) shield-less quest for 'objects' of indulgences. Thanks for reading,

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced work/film of inspiration and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/interpretation/criticisms).

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A special timeshare, were 4 random Earthlings, daydreamers with real lives of course, converged, for a game-challenge posed by the Devil (Lucifer/Satan), challenger of Paradise-themes and enemy of our protective God of trees and churches. Follow along, friends (Facebook-like!).

MAYOR: You bring 4 prints of this gem Cowboys-football QB-card (collection-choice)?

LELAND: Consider me a new prospector of friends/neighbors of this timeshare area.

MAYOR: What do you want...some inspiration of guest-quests for the card for art?

LELAND: You guessed it precisely, Mister-Mayor; consider me a pensive thinker, ha.

MAYOR: Well, I guess there's some timeshare-guests you find in the tea-lounge, IQ.

LELAND: Good...it's settled for this New England Autumn season, card for souls.

MAYOR: What?

LELAND: I mean, ha, there's always some room for errs of the human heart/cards.

MAYOR: Yeah, any given Sunday, there's American football shine for fortune-image.

LELAND: Hence, your wonderful Berkshires-timeshare, mayor (Facebook-like!).

Leland Gaunt was not just a writing sports-superstitions maker with his 4-print set of a pronounced American collector's 'trophy' (Cowboys-QB Upper Deck diamond) but Lucifer/Satan, here at the New England timeshare for making a terrible wage for man's soul, and woman's too. You see, for in that Berkshires-Autumn season, there'd been 4 very-special guests seeking escape from city-life, and Mr. Gaunt sought to set-them against each-other, as if in a pawn-sacrifice drama unfolding for the fall of Paradise (Eden?) itself, for a cinema/magazine culture worth its weight in duties/labors (Facebook-like).

Now, each guest of the timeshare he chose had something to gain very-deeply in the human heart/soul for acquisition of the Cowboys-QB card of great social/American value. Leland needed only to sway each guest to talk-over how their respective (purchased?) prints of the American treasure-card was somehow superior to those of the other guests chatting at the New England timeshare. This was bad-humor to say the least, and Mr. Gaunt got to the timeshare-area in dark-style, in an authentic (classic!) American auto for focus (Selfie-like).

PAM: I guess the card inspires some twilight-years American Romanticism.

GAUNT: Good; then you may chat-contest with the cowgirl at the timeshare.

AB: This is really something, Leland...Upper-Deck is so great; I may blog about it.
GAUNT: You'd find the other timeshare blogger here (Danica?) likes the Giants.

DELILAH: Yeah, I'll buy a print of it, sure, Mr. Gaunt; something my ex would envy.
GAUNT: You're such a cool cowgirl, Delilah; and Pam may liking chats with ya.

DANICA: Well, Leland, I suppose I'd blog Cowboys-QB 'stuff' is (all) American.
GAUNT: Cool, and you'd note that Ab (timeshare-guest) is a 'rival' blogger here, no?

AB: My blog's pretty darn good, Danica; and it's (all) about trade-refusals for brains.
DANICA: I'm the better blogger, fool; I wrote about my card-print as woman's love!

PAM: Ridiculous you are, cowgirl; my card-print soars as I brood about wise-women.
DELILAH: You hag, you know nothing of the cowboys-will of the independent lady!

Ab bloody-murdered poor, poor Danica; and on the other side of this Hell (cast by 'Mr. Leland Gaunt'), Pam and Delilah killed each-other with gasoline and fire, in the forest nearby the New England timeshare where the Devil triumphantly used a football card of social/American value to 'draw' the worst in human beings for self-ruin(s). Wow, this was not the American Dream, and the mayor said a prayer at the tombstone of poor, poor Danica (one victim).

"Ab's on the run, I know it; and Leland Gaunt was the Devil himself, and you poor wretched soul suffered the bite of it in one shape, Danica...but God reigns (somehow)...in any baseball-diamond (Selfie-like)."

GAUNT (The Devil): Ho, that's great idea, genius, Ab...spring the road as outlaw!
AB: I've no choice, Mr. Gaunt; I feel like the Devil, someone outcast (damn).

GAUNT: Take this kaleidoscope with ya, sir...go on a bank-heist raid for adventure!

AB: Thanx (I think)...Western banks make for the colored-glass reading of escapism.

GAUNT: Facebook-like (for leviathan/uncertainty!).

WAITRESS: Here's that handmade sandwich on this given Sunday (you ordered).

AB: You're gorgeous, diner-waitress girl (ha).

WAITRESS: So what's this note-scribble you asked my friend to pass to me, pal?
AB: Interested?
WAITRESS: It's no prank...you wish me to become your bank robbing sidekick now?

AB: Interested...escape from the predictions of duty-life, I know.

WAITRESS: I bet (I gotta stew on this one, darlin').