Super View: Voices from Thriving

Apartment inherited and used for writer's move draws dark-side voices of labor's 'omens' in this Earth-tale of 'sportsmanship' end zones.

Fanfiction of Tales from the Darkside. Enjoy! 

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AMLAN: We've inherited my uncle's apartment building, real Tower of Babel.

DANICA: Good, hubby; let's arrange a nice managerial-IQ for fortune's merit.

AMLAN: I've this idea to spend Saturday AMs and Sunday PMs with hall/room eye.

DANICA: Material for your 'real-life' civilization novel series, eh?

AMLAN: We might learn about life as it's lived; with the tenants' permission, surely.

DANICA: Surely, just 10 minutes after tenant enters their room, waves at camera!

AMLAN: We'll be perfect Facebook/Selfie culture diplomats or advocates (sure).

DANICA: I might just help you write this series, pal (ok).

After Amlan/Danica inherited their fortune and constructed their weekend writer's 'secret' for real life's cleats for their co-worked novel series, Amlan knew this was Pulitzer-materialism, and it surely gave them wonderful feelings of creativity and even objectivity, but they had no idea Amlan's uncle committed suicide or that the apartment was not like others (damn).

Well, at first all was great, as noted. Amlan's camera 'arrangement' was the right-stuff for tech/toy use of Facebook/Selfie culture for cleats and adjective, but then something stranger began to take shape, linked to his uncle's (unknown) suicide. Amlan and Danica began hearing voices in the walls/halls, and the voices were of messengers from the dark side of the (known!) universe. The voices whispered to them insisting that they probe into the lives of their writing-subject(s).

VOICES: The world, all of life, is a mimic illusion of dolls, of chance (intrigue?).

AMLAN/DANICA: Why do you make your particular voice apparent as specter, doll?

VOICE: We're many voices, from the dark-side; this doll-diplomacy's standard, you.
AMLAN/DANICA: This is stranger...you wish for us to probe into life's matter!

VOICE: It's an examination or rather examination 'injection' for labor, you.

AMLAN/DANICA: Your concern is one of room-view for lives of Earth.

VOICE: Good answer, like game-show; but our message concerns labor's adds.

AMLAN/DANICA: Are you dissecting the consciousness of our universe, doll?

VOICE: Guess the answer, you...it's a clarity for end-zones...worth hyperbole.

AMLAN/DANICA: Too deep (not Selfie-like, we're fearing).

VOICE: Good...free choice (farewell).

Amlan and Danica promptly sold the deed to their inheritance and moved to Brussels and opened a 'worldly' eatery/dive and forgot about the Western banks that delivered them to those dark-side 'voices' inside Amlan's uncle's apartment complex (from Hell!). Now that you know their darker 'faerie-tale' (in relative comparison to others you may've encountered about 'bad' real estate value), perchance you'll think of the brain-motives that drive a human being of our (known!) universe to forsake his/her own helmets (for isolation or lost hospitality).

THE END

"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)