Windy-Phrased

A Story by Abishai100

Is the American Homeland hospitable to a pockets city-rivalry of wind?

A tale of incomplete-distances for Western/Earthling (American Homeland) adjective for capitalist lacing and works, inspired by varied media/images of Chicago, with no particular ties to any persons/organization in this work of fiction. Hope you like it,

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Mr. Amlan Satan, quite content with his hand in Windy-City sweets-shop capitalism, was even more thrilled with his immigrant mail-order-bride from the East (Sive) who'd share his passion for bombolone (Italian-doughnut) treats and Chicago style pizza. This was capitalism, for a prince who made $15M on Wall-St. during the 2009 mini-crash (Ford), having acquired a fortune-education language from Dartmouth. Now, the Windy-City was host to his special adverb for hospitality-readings of an adventurous brand when Sive mentioned to him something quite challenging, a clan of sweets-rivalry profiteers descended from a very old Irish-sweets venture imagination from the 20th-Century (hmmm).

SIVE: These rivals call themselves the Tans, Satan.

AMLAN: Just call yourself Satan too, now that we're to be married, Sive.

SIVE: You're excellently shrewd, but these Tans have hands in blood, Satan.

AMLAN: Damn it, can't we find Windy-City sweet-talk for immigration-linked welcome mats?

SIVE: Facebook-like (sure).

Yeah, our protagonist prince hero of this Windy tale was quite dashing as he trumped on the rival clan's sweet-talk grip on street-maps with his claim that he was the real Peter Pan of capitalism in the West (American Homeland), for post-9/11 era infrastructure/skyscraper loose-hyperbole for Selfie-readings of consumerism/commerce life-vanities faerie-tales like doughnuts for cops-and-thieves alike bridging together for Chicago's social media pluralism 'psychic-sense' of Earth's sports/leviathan.

TANS: This city was once ours through sweet-talk; and it shall be once-more, friend.

INVESTOR: We've liked your dual-record history image bifurcation for menus!

TANS: Take this adjective home with you here/now...Satan doesn't rule Windy-City cream.

INVESTOR: Of course not...he's just like a great Gatsby (sure).

SIVE: I'll run the shop on Saint Patrick's Day, darling.

AMLAN: To perfection!

SIVE: Secure with any threats by Tans 'loyalists' from hellish kitchens?

AMLAN: I've hired some street bicycle boys to inform me by smartphone-SMS.

SIVE: Good acumen; we scrape Windy-City pH with network-arms, darling.

AMLAN: Damn, you're my Wendy Darling.

Sure, the Tans descendancy remained veiled/mystery, but our protagonist 'Peter Pan' of this capitalism venture war for sweet-talk knew his history/record social media posts would offer the store managed by his darling (Sive) a cool pedestrian illusion of wrought culture-cleats for sport-excellence (Facebook-like!).

TANS: This rascal Satan mailed us a Kevin Mitchell rookie-card (American baseball).

CONSULTANT: Perchance he's some 'great Gatsby' of network arms of leviathan, yes?

TANS: No matter...it's just his white-chocolate ice cream's become the rave.

CONSULTANT: Your bombolini are at least as wired (Selfie-like).

TANS: Good (leviathan!).

Who'd carry the day in this incomplete-distances tale of what made Windy-capitalism a long line for the hyperbole books of leviathan's arms of laughter? What do you believe (for the Ego)?

"It's embarrassing to us as a nation. All over the world, they're talking about Chicago. Afghanistan is a safe place by comparison, it's true" (Donald Trump).