Hotel Lemon

Portrait of writer's inspiration, in a hotel lobby in the American Homeland, drawing laurels, a mysterious disappearance, and a stranger inspiration with twist.

A strange tale of incidental magic and wits, set in a hotel lobby in the American Homeland. Happy Xmas season, all (thanks for reading), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to any person(s)/body and is (therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' interpretation).

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AMLAN: We've been idling at our Summer hotel lobby like a quartet of couch-gods.

MARCUS: Ha, you can't become gods simply by group theories of idleness for fruit!

EZZY: Well, surely four writers working together to find lobby inspiration is cute.

DANICA: I'm sure quatro-crafters is Earthling social media image for inviting gods!

AMLAN: I got us classic football video-game for the lounge-TV (I got permission).

MARCUS: Fair, and we'll still sit in the lobby at this Courtyard for Summer eureka.

EZZY: Don't get depressed, pals...sitting in the hotel lobby shall invokes writing.

DANICA: We're to write a quatro-novel about sport miracles, and we'll find the IQ.

AMLAN: Facebook-like (for leviathan/uncertainty).

AMLAN: Whoever this stranger ghost-character guest is idling in the lobby, I fear!

MARCUS: I doubt he's the sort of right-stuff Earthling-face for writer-inspiration.

EZZY: He just comes in and sits there in his freakish get-up and says/does nothing.

DANICA: Our quatro-presence may've incited this mystery-man to stalking, guys.

AMLAN: No, I don't think he wants conference or is drawn to our video-game toys.

MARCUS: I say we nudge the concierge to inquire deeper of this stranger's record.

EZZY: What if he's like a phantom from the dark-side magnetized to our writing?

DANICA: Yeah, like that Stephen King novel about the Devil drawn to folk-hands!

AMLAN: Well, I'm not a Stephen King fan, and I fear this guy is; let's talk to him.

MARCUS: Are you insane...because we don't know if he's been thinking of us here?

DANICA: What's the worst that could happen (Facebook-like)?

Amlan and Marcus and Ezzy and Danica vanished from the face of the Earth. However, these four American writers left-behind their (completed!) work which was (eventually) snatched by their publisher; and it won a Pulitzer, despite the very unusual disappearance of the writers/authors themselves. The work included a snapshot of the mystery-stranger who'd appear in the hotel-lobby and sit idly, prompting the quartet (seeking hotel-lobby sitting-time conference drawn inspiration for a writing theme) to approach him and ask him if he'd like to be their ('unofficial') Earthling mysticism sports-concept novel protagonist character inspiration, a nihilist Devil's Advocate of sports/steroids myth and controversy. The stranger who was (somehow) their inspiration ultimately vanished too. What the hell happened? Was this some strange 'ghost-magic' for the construction of Earthling creative-writing as some psyche-reflection of odd meetings and mirror-vanity of odd jitters? Who's to say (Facebook-like)?

"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)