Mr. Amlan Satan: Flash of Worry

A Story by Abishai100

An Earth-prince uses his acquired super-human speed to become a great Homeland intercession-hero for exorcism of theoretical darkness.

Fanfiction of the Flash (DC Comics). Thanks for reading,

DISCLAIMER: This work of comics fanfiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body (e.g., Notre Dame on NBC) and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views).

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: "I've made a fortune on Wall-St....I'm thinking about the value for some social heroics, after gaining this incredible ability to move incredibly fast...I shall call myself Flash...I'll zoom around the Homeland seeking deeds of social work and/or justice...perchance I'll offer some securities lining for an Autumn football game in Indiana or Pennsylvania (Selfie-like)."

Our prince of Earth, Mr. Amlan Satan, was now/suddenly, the Flash! He used his incredible gift of super-human speed to create lines and rings of confidence for securities around the West (American Homeland), zooming to offer Selfie-citizens that right-touch feeling of wrought cleats of sanity and hygienic justice for the population, even going so far as to intercept a diamond-smugglers motion in the railways underground of bad black market arts (Selfie-like!).

READER: Thanx, Flash...we needed Irish-football TV (NBC) for American sanity!

FLASH: There was significant danger in the post-9/11 era in Indiana, reader (ok!).

READER: Perchance you'll adapt some of these heroics into some writing/novel.

FLASH: Good idea...if I get too old (ha)...Happy Halloween, friend.

GIRLFRIEND: You need some Belgian waffle.

FLASH: Great for hospitality...we'll fly to Brussels (KLM).

GIRLFRIEND: We'll add tourism to your briefcase, Mr. Amlan Satan.

FLASH: Facebook-like!

Mr. Amlan Satan took an earned trip with his faerie-lady, to Brussels, where the Sunday morning walks were as charming as the waffles of chocolate-variety (damn). This was good art for Earth, and Flash promised there'd never be some veil of darkness beyond the scope/scale of intercessions with comforting speeds of Heaven (for computer-mouse fanfare!).