Chasing a Dollmakers Lie

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait of inventive gossip-churning for the proverbial prestige-wheels of Earthling (American) daydreams of capitalism/frost.

A world roadways 'misadventure.' Thanks for reading,

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Twins, from Algeria, Bostonians, Catholics, US-citizens, Mr. Amlan and Mr. Ajay (Satan), half-Slovak, ice-hockey fans, learned of a magazine-culture doll's capitalism-culture appeal and set zooming to her Western abode with a borrowed classic auto with boxes of fried-chicken, claiming they were sent by her high-school friend who envied her celebrity status for modern social media commentary (Facebook-like!).

AMLAN: We request entrance to her place and make magic-tricks for chats.

AJAY: We then inebriate her with absinthe and take her to the cliffs.

AMLAN: We claim her high school pal wants her dead, a suicide hoax.

AJAY: We say she's to be pardoned by us, hitmen, if she flies with us away.

AMLAN: We take her to Brussels, keep her as a hideaway 'nun' of sorts.

AJAY: Make her vanishing some weird Bermuda Triangle street-gossip.

AMLAN: She becomes our little house-angel of veiled hiding?

AJAY: If she takes this wage to ditch her celebrity life...to become a myth.

AMLAN: She'll do it...to find some mythology in this Facebook-hype USA.

Amlan/Ajay did as they planned and whisked-away the magazine-angel to the cliffs and then to their funded Brussels hideaway where she became their live-in hidden/now-invisible buddy (ha). They claimed a Mormon conversion to make her their shared wife (hmmm). She agreed to all this, since the pseudo-crime deed made her something of a Bermuda Triangle celebrity-rumor legend in the annals of Earthling disbelief (for cleats!).

THE GIRL: You wanna know why I agreed.

AMLAN/AJAY: We know why...our Earthling magic-act had you stunned.

THE GIRL: You believe I was bored with my American media life, eh?

AMLAN/AJAY: Are you claiming we're wrong now, angel?

THE GIRL: Ha, no you're not wrong...but I did this, because you're lovely!

AMLAN/AJAY: Nah, you liked our borrowed car (Facebook-like).

THE GIRL: Good.

Amlan read of another celebrity who recently sold her haven-property, someone whom their 'angel-damsel' knew and didn't have any pro-ties with; Amlan made an angel-investment and claimed some property liaison investment social media commentary to make the kidnap-theater even more of a 'field goal chandelier' for magazine-superstition (hmmm).

AJAY: I wanna know why you agreed to marry both of us, Mormon-wise.

THE GIRL: Let's just say capitalism and magazines don't make for mythology.

AJAY: Fan of the Detroit Lions, angel?
THE GIRL: Sure...we're cinema-vanities for motor-cars and music, right?

AJAY: Facebook-like (cool).

DIARY ENTRY (The Girl): "It was by the cliffs of the ocean where I was given this alien proposition that I had to accept to absorb the quite-unreal new life of incomplete-distances readings to the wrought magic of self-made antics for life's oddness and surrealism...if only to make my magazine universe a touch more shocking (for leviathan/uncertainty)."