Inn-Forever: Sports Card Hallway Laced

A Story by Abishai100

Sports-writer seeks inspiration for Thanksgiving-football linked collector's card writing/creativity and is challenged by the Devil to seek some Selfie-zoo.

Beelzebub (Christian ghost-story) fiction.

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"Well, I had found a special sports fascination with my Detroit-city star-RB rookie-card (Score-co.) before I trekked to my hostel-station for some sports-writer's inspiration, the Inn-Express in South-Jersey (USA) where I'd find privacy-quiet for some thing of creative-juice for Thanksgiving-football town spirits in the year 2025 (Facebook-like)."

"My name's Amlan Satan, and I'm a Slovak-Algerian Bostonian-Catholic American immigrant-turned-citizen of the Homeland (USA) and knew my Detroit-RB rookie-card was the ideal trading-card image for sports-superstitions and cheers for culture-writing and competition windows at the Inn-Express in NJ-USA, which is precisely what Beelzebub, the Devil, thought and wanted to confer with me some odyssey of ghosts of leviathan/uncertainty as I wandered through the halls of the hotel late-night to get coffee before returning to my room to write some more (Selfie-like!)."

BEELZEBUB: Walk down the hall, and each time, think of Detroit/Thanksgiving.

ME: This is for my writer's inspiration of my Lions-RB rookie-card, Devil?

BEELZEBUB: I chose you for your football-cleats cheers and superstitions, man.

ME: This is some bee-like wandering of the soul for me to find tests with ghosts.

BEELZEBUB: Good-guess, man...and the specters of test shall inquire of your life.

ME: I'm to think of the motion dreams of my life in sports, fanfare, etc., Devil?

BEELZEBUB: Good-luck, Mr. Amlan Satan (Selfie-like).

ME: Thanx, I hope (God bless me).

"As I walked the hall late-night to get coffee while working in my Inn-Express room crafting my Detroit-RB rookie-card superstition story and formed my images of competition intuition fanfare and citizenry-comment for TV-culture and lifestyle, I thought-back on my boyhood years of gym-sports, video-games of sports; and I thought of my high-school sports stuff and college-soccer with my house-mates and then fan-viewing/writing as an adult, collecting football cards (etc.). I encountered specters while thinking of all this and each specter had some question for me, and each was a representative of Beelzebub, the wandering/inquiring/self-reflective Devil, challenger of Paradise."

SPECTER: What did you think of watching sports in the TV-lounge?
ME: Antiterrorism, and peace through the social network, of course.

SPECTER: What did you see when you saw Wimbledon tennis in the TV-lounge?

ME: Splendors of England and international-tourist access through modern-TV.

SPECTER: What did you link with past years sports for your currency-writing?
ME: I thought of the fondness of fitness/athletics and contests with pals.

SPECTER: What did you think of your video-games of sports, as a kid, man?

ME: Computing modernism, sports-simulation intelligence, hand-eye reflex, ok!

SPECTER: What cards did you think of while writing your story-parts here, man?

ME: Special things crossed my mind, especially in the TV-lounge (celebrity-stuff!).

SPECTER: While in the lounge, did you fear your lack of breadth of intuitions?

ME: No, I think my Detroit-RB rookie-treasure (card) had me thinking Selfie-arts.

SPECTER: What's the vanity you conceived of in the Inn-Express TV-lounge?

ME: My Detroit-football trading-card made me feel like a 'diplomat' of peace.

SPECTER: Do you believe God shares these thoughts...or is he jealous of you?
ME: I'm a Catholic (Christian); thoughts in the TV-lounge grounded me to sanity.

SPECTER: Good (Selfie-like).

"I now believe Beelzebub, the Devil, wished to have his gargoyle devil-legion angel-specters inquire of my human senses of sensitivity concerning why/how my Detroit-RB rookie-treasure card had me thinking of the magic between TV-culture and Thanksgiving-football 'stuff' and boyhood-years sports activity/fanfare/spirits to measure my breadth of intelligence linking athletics-currency and mind-space imagination of the lifelong wisdom wrought from thinking of sports itself (ok). Maybe I was to think my card/writing was more superstition-rich than I conceived of...or maybe it was a simple test of humility for private-peace in that hotel (the Inn-Express) in the American Homeland."

BEELZEBUB: Continue to write, and pass-down your life-word to audiences.

ME: Thanx, I hope (God bless me).

BEELZEBUB: What did you think of writing about a different card altogether?
ME: I think I've learned that life-intuition must be experience-based, relevance.

BEELZEBUB: Good, man...that's what your God watches, relevance/similarity.

ME: Well, I best be on-way to completing my writing for my life (Selfie-like).

BEELZEBUB: Good-luck, Mr. Amlan Satan...maybe you find shades-of-kits.

ME: Maybe!