The Town of Bends

A Story by Abishai100

Adaptation of the Ray Bradbury eerie Autumn (American) tale of unpredicted dark messaging for Earthling doubts.

Adaptation of Bradbury-inspiration, Something Wicket This Way Comes. Happy Halloween and Sunday-football all (and October-baseball too!),

DISCLAIMER: This work of adaptation 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 art (for 'open' critiques).

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This is a dark faerie-tale of a wandering legion of messengers of challenge to us.

"But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it: for in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die" (Genesis 2:17, KJV Bible).

Friends, Mr. Amlan Satan, Algerian Catholic American citizen and once-immigrant, was a cyber-homeschooling teacher and prince of the area where this dark story takes place, in the American Homeland, where seemingly nice suburbia challenges of the known variety and troubles were suddenly complicated by the arrival of the dark underworld legion of masked maniacs in the month of October, Halloween-season, not Facebook-like.

COUNCIL MESSAGE (Mr. Amlan Satan): "Friends, these adversarial nihilists of certain darkness and complicated languages with calculator density means to pronounce our religious intuitions of the dangers of acquiring bad knowledge or dangerous risk acumen for life-choices...the Legion means to frighten you into concocting inebriation and cast me as a fortunate prince too busy to offer my services of teaching for this great American pluralism town of the Homeland...we do think that the succinct heavy message of no certain good sportsmanship concerns the presence of the Legion to invoke our paranoia of the universe 'glitch' of the natural human flaw of citing the hopelessness of upward ambitions because of everyday citizenry follies/handicaps...folks, the Legion casts me as a 'brainiac' distant prince and you good listeners as somehow naturally vulnerable to fashion's skepticism (Selfie-like!)."

Yes, the Legion was surely dark. Their visage was bizarre. Maybe one of them simply was something like a Scarecrow-in-costume, but our protagonist town-prince of the American Homeland, Mr. Amlan Satan, insisted we not take it lightly, for such a 'scarecrow' would only invite the very Realism of mortal thoughts for the natural human folly that would turn harvest into qualia graves!

SCARECROW: Your town has its prince but lacks a great champion for football, which is somewhat the high-mark for your TV/Selfie culture of fan-comment linked social dodecahedrons, and lest you appreciate how you folks band together (as an ant-colony!) to pronounce which tender aspiring young lad seeks to carry this town into football championship glory, you shall not intimate the dark reading we offer as the Legion...of incomplete-distances readings of the Realism behind surefire bad-praise (for the Ego!).

What did the Legion seek? Were they merely known Devil's Advocates of the nature-frailty of Earthling (capitalist?) life here/now? Our protagonist prince town-man, Mr. Amlan Satan, good citizen, hubby, teacher, and wise-man, decided to circulate nifty American life-and-culture images in the quest to balance the dark reading of frailty with the upward consciousness for collective/social think-tanks (for the Ego).

COUNCIL MESSAGE (Mr. Amlan Satan): "The Scarecrow has posted a message about a natural angst for football ambitions opening Hell's doors to the misuse of performance-enhancing substance (steroids!) to invite the image (or illusion!) of the impact of capitalism-race nature-vanities of the lines of competition and hospitality (for television)."

Friends, the townsfolk banded together, and loosely marshaled by our protagonist prince town-man (Mr. Amlan Satan!) managed to create the right kaleidoscope medicine for the dark reading of Earthling folly creating roadways of capitalism's unusual things for leviathan/uncertainty. That's all.