Gemini-Man

A Story by Abishai100

Terrorism realism finds a prince of capital seek words of some English in a re-tell of a harrowing evasion of Hell in the UK.

Terrorism paranoia fiction. Happy Summer,

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to any person(s)/body (e.g., Wimbledon-tennis) and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations/critique).

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"Friends, I was at Wimbledon for tennis investment/cheers after making some good earnings in Frankfurt thanx to the Hugo Boss company which was endorsing my fave-American tennis-star in the United Kingdom when I learned of a horrid terrorism machinations evildoer who called himself Gemini Man and gave himself a special image for our Selfie Earth culture of Halloween/Mardi-Gras/Xmas ornaments and revelry for fashion and shopping magic."

GEMINI-MAN: Here behold my jewelry of things for Wimbledon strike strings.

INTERVIEW: Who the Hell are you, terrorist?

GEMINI-MAN: I read of a Western man's blogs concerning thoughts of mine!
INTERVIEW: You speak of the American (Slovak-Algerian) prince at Wimbledon?

GEMINI-MAN: Perchance the prince is my subject here, and he's making weary.

INTERVIEW: The prince just wants 'overground' tennis investment cheers, devil.

GEMINI-MAN: I'll sprinkle some jewelry pre-flight to Frankfurt for chocolate, ha.

"Friends, the insidious Gemini Man had read my blogs and write about social/tennis investments and wondered if he'd co-link me and make 'mark' of my journey-way to the UK for tennis-handshake language and blend a terror-helmet for anti-exchange imagery in Frankfurt and London for what I guessed would be his prologue to a series of hell-mouth words for the NFL-'25 season beginning in Autumn in the American Homeland (Facebook-like!)."

"Friends, the Gemini Man dated my inspired work for tennis investment and cheers too (wow). I didn't know what to believe, but I decided to trek to Wimbledon and made some great lines of handshake language for my Wall-St. 'universe' before learning that the 'super' terrorist was apprehended. I decided not to follow the story and therefore didn't discover his 'invisible' identity. Then, I had a dream that he was my Siamese-twin, separated from me at birth (in secret) by my conscious mother and then not informed of this birth-bio status (damn). When I woke in cold-sweat, I decided to adapt the entire ordeal into this (shared) short-story...perhaps to compare the Gemini Man to anyone (even me!) in my Selfie/Earth age of things...Wimbledon."