Dog of Chirality (Cujo - Fanfiction)

A Story by Abishai100

American Dream cheering Mr. Amlan Satan takes his mail-order-bride from Asia (Pinky) to a timeshare-retreat and must endure a creature-knowledge (a maddened-dog) for Earthling thermal stand.

Cujo (Stephen King) adaptation. Happy Summer, all (thanks for reading)

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction/fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced Stephen King story (or film) of inspiration and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations/critique).

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Mr. Amlan Satan had thought his love of ice-hockey and sports-writing would make for a simple Autumn-'25 trek to his New England timeshare for accomplishments toast with his Asian mail-order-bride but didn't anticipate the two love-darlings would endure something from the dark-side of mortal thoughts, in the form of an (otherwise) earlier-leashed/tied dog of pure evil and vicious demeanor ('Cujo') hurling hubby-and-wife to their Selfie age of lifestyle-comforts 'consciousness' linked Earthling jitters of simplest hyperbole.

PINKY: Glad we got this mod-classic white auto for the Berkshires, lovely hubby.

AMLAN: Isn't the American Dream everything of the machinery of heart, wife?

PINKY: How'd you come-upon this real estate buy for timeshare-greatness, hubby?

AMLAN: Got a great deal with my computer company college-alum pal (Yale).

PINKY: Well, timeshare-getaway for suite-TV of sports and cheerleading is art!

AMLAN: Creature comforts (Facebook-like).

Pinky/Amlan thought all was paradise for their New England retreat; and Pinky had confided in her American Dream affording hubby Amlan that pre-choice of 'chance' to become a mail-order-bride for their life-change, she had contemplated marrying a local prince in her homeland/town whom she'd courted an on-off affair; but Amlan knew Pinky's heart (now!) belonged to him, and the two were (arguably!) fated to have a wonderful Earthling time/share in the Berkshires (Facebook-like).

BERKSHIRES RESIDENT: You noticed my barking, mad dog ('Cujo').

AMLAN: Well, we're here to pick-up some things and walked by your place, yes!

RESIDENT: I assure you that my pal-dog pet ('Cujo') was not this mad (always).

AMLAN: What in the world happened to your Cujo, friend?

RESIDENT: He was bitten by a rabid-bat, sadly...he's been unraveling since, sorry.

AMLAN: Well, you need to re-envision just how safe/snug we all are (by-leash!).

RESIDENT: Hey, you're here for all of Autumn-'25, and shall shop often, so ok.

AMLAN: Please consider what I said, or take the creature to a vet (something).

RESIDENT: Isn't the Berkshires like heaven of jellyfish, though (ha)?

AMLAN: Selfie-like (bye...see-ya).

Cujo did go mad, and was simply (or pure!) evil (damn). The vicious creature had ripped off from his own leash, from pure bat-bite 'linked' fury of Hell and had mauled about 5 passerby in that timeshare-area of incomplete-distances readings of the 'chance' feelings of Heaven on Earth (wow). Amlan and Pinky were about to become part of this misadventure dark 'faerie-tale' of organic-life gone bloody metaphysical, for one trek to shopping yielded a car-escape in-car death-trap 'examination' of pure-patience (for the Ego).

PINKY: At least we're safe inside this albeit dead, locked car, man.

AMLAN: I have the gumption to make a run for it into that house, see.

PINKY: With Cujo prowling around our parked auto, as we hide, that ain't safe.

AMLAN: Maybe there's a weapon in that house I can 'snatch' and kill the beast!

PINKY: Look, we're already witness to Cujo bloody-murdering that woman-jogger.

AMLAN: Fate's beautiful, wife...we're not fated to become this mad-dog's Hell.

PINKY: I guess I can 'man' the locked-car while you make a run for the house, ok.

AMLAN: Our phones are dead, and we've already called the cops...nothing else.

PINKY: I'll stay here, in this moonlight, and say some prayers for that jogger, ok.

AMLAN: Wish us luck...Selfie-like.

COP: Man, you're blessed, wow.

AMLAN: All I lost was some thigh-flesh, but not really (damn).

COP: You sure saved your mail-order-bride here (Pinky?).

AMLAN: Yeah, yes...I found a silencer in that house and bullets (ok!).

COP: You shot that mad Cujo in the head 4 times, pretty sharp, fella.

AMLAN: This was some dark adventure-fate for us (thanx).

STORY_EXCERPT (post): "My darling and I returned to our American Homeland home-town, indelibly humbled by a vicious bloody creature, a once 'normal' Berkshires-pet dog ('Cujo') who became evil-by-fury post bat-bite (somehow)...and I think the best message of mortal-thought gained from this New England ordeal of 'examination' is that sometimes...just sometimes, Selfie Earth is just simply (or purely!) kittens (Facebook-like)."