Amlan/Danica: Voices from Doubt

Narrated portrait of spiritual heroics and exorcism superstition wed to Western/American sportsmanship windows rendering languages for dark side field goals.

A sports culture paranormal tale. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' translation). 

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Let me tell you of my hero-deed tale with my darling-ally detective friend in New England (Boston-town), Mr. Amlan Satan. My name's Danica Harris, and Amlan and I'd become special case-workers for an intriguing weirdo case about an ex-athlete working his hometown fan-team's stadium grounds for Halftime field preparations on any given Sunday when he was approached by a demonic presence in the visage-appearance of a cryptic lifelike doll with a curse-message for the athlete's Selfie-culture age of traffic/hospitality commentary for Earth distances in sportsmanship and fashion/consumerism. Follow along.

We were walking-along the special New England (Boston-town) cemetery where the ex-athlete and then field/stadium grounds keeper/manager (Mr. Marcus Raki) had heard sounds from beyond the grave and seen the specter-vision of an eerie doll-like 'female' with pale skin and shiny yellow hair telling him to dash shards of glass on the football field for Halftime for a terror-spectacle worth a cemetery photo-share for social media (damn).

AMLAN: This doll wants to inhabit the psyche of Marcus.

ME (Danica): Raki's got the prints of patriot (football!) fanfare for other-dimension games.

AMLAN: The doll wants to test our consciousness for sports-culture dialysis, me thinks.

ME: We could engage the specter when it speaks to Marcus (in our company!).

AMLAN: I'll overtake Marcus' shattered presence and ask the doll to engage me, huh?

ME: Mighty exorcist-like thinking, Amlan Satan (ha).

AMLAN: What's the worst that could happen...for two affable case-workers in Boston-town?

ME: Selfie-like (ok).

Mr. Raki was so grateful to have two counselor-confidantes by his side to give him simplified (American Homeland) comfort-feelings for this special 'examination' of the dark-side. Why'd the doll want to move him to spread glass-shards on the grounds of his hometown-fanfare lit stadium for Halftime paranoia? Marcus was a happy quarterback whose career-ending injury forced him to find a creative-solution to his lifelong passion for (somehow) being 'wed' to the helmet/cleat sport of (American) football, for his Selfie-commentary culture readings of incomplete-bureaucracy arts enchantments (sure).

AMLAN: Take me!

DOLL: You're quite valiant, or gallant, and you remind us all of exorcism, Amlan Satan (wow).

AMLAN: You want Mr. Raki to be confounded by some football superstition of field goal frailty!

DOLL: Quiet-down, detective-gent, for this is simplified 'examination' from people beyond the skies.

AMLAN: What?
DOLL: Since you offered...why don't you walk on broken glass, and test this faith, Amlan Satan (no?).

AMLAN: Fine (Selfie-like).

DOLL: Oh, good (Facebook-like).

Amlan cut his feet and his faith was albeit tough but shattered! However, the doll was satisfied (incompletely) enough to pardon Mr. Marcus Raki, whom the specter from the dark-side seemed to make 'mark' of as some kind of diplomacy 'humanoid' for Earth languages woes for what made varied 'corruption-faces' in (American Homeland) football like steroids and free-agency contract vanities and teamwork apathy a capitalist 'race' expression of the ghost-darkness of inventive dodecahedrons (damn).

ME (Danica): What're you gonna do now, retired from detective-kits?

AMLAN: I'm going to Belgium to open a sports-cards/collectible store, Danica darling.

ME: Maybe I'd become one of those calendar-fashion sports model cyber girls for ya.

AMLAN: No, I want to do this work alone...restore my shattered mind, Danica (ok).

ME: Good luck, valiant boy (Selfie-like).

AMLAN: Don't worry.

Marcus and I got married, and I made him a special Thanksgiving-season New England (white) clam-chowder and recounted what was made for sighs in our teamwork 'escape' from that doll messenger from the other-side of eternity. I said to myself, "Amlan was the 'naked' hero of this hospitality-table for Earth view."

MARCUS: Amlan sent you a recent (black/white) Selfie-pic, eh?
ME (Danica): He seems pensive but calmed (good).

MARCUS: All good things come to those who play.

ME (Danica): Without doubt (ok).

"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)