Medusa: Chairperson Misery

An American writer questing for Poconos-getaway lands in a hellmouth zone with a fanatic-fan, drawing some escapism 'charm' for Earthling jail.

A pensive Xmas-week fanfiction of that image-brooding Stephen King novel adapted gem Misery (James Caan). Thanks for reading (Happy Xmas),

DISCLAIMER: This work of adaptation contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to the referenced Stephen King adapted film and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/commentary/interpretation).

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PUBLISHER: You wanna dash to the Poconos instead of this Eagles benefit game?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Look, I'm in misery-ville thinking/writing about Medusa (ok!).

PUBLISHER: Well, you've earned it for all your complementary Facebook-likes.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Cool...me thinks to make this snow-cabin Xmas-image good!

PUBLISHER: Lots follow your Medusa works, Mister Satan (Facebook-like).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I know it...and you're one of them, lady, so no worries!

PUBLISHER: Go Eagles (Selfie-like).

Well, the Poconos cabin for Xmas-getaway isn't the story for Mr. Amlan Satan here, for his night-trip to a grocer's yielded a snow-fall ice crash which was discovered by a Medusa-writing fanatic who happened to be an ex-nurse living (quietly/secretly) in that area of Earth (Annie Booth). Annie dragged Satan's body out of the wreckage and watched the auto sink deep into the thin-ice river and felt utterly-eager to see her fave-author come awake from unconsciousness...to tell her (lots) about Medusa (mythology deity, snake-woman of weird hypnosis).

ANNIE BOOTH: Your car was no ice, Mr. Amlan Satan (pre-crash!).

AMLAN SATAN: How long should I stay here in these bandages, Annie Booth?

ANNIE BOOTH: We don't want folks online to think you'd been drunk!

AMLAN SATAN: I think I'd rather return to my real world, Annie Booth (hmmm).

ANNIE BOOTH: Fate brought your Volvo to me for a Medusa-rewrite (Selfie-like).

AMLAN SATAN: Facebook-like...what did you mean rewrite, Annie (hmmm)?

Annie Booth was no normal ex-nurse, living off her work-relieved finances and daddy-inherited money in that Poconos (Penn state) area of snowbound writer Mr. Amlan Satan. You see, Annie kept Amlan inside her own cabin like a bird in cage, prompting him to rewrite Medusa as she saw fit, nudging him to think some alternate 'examination' image of what made Annie Booth a Pennsylvania Medusa copycat (for the Ego!).

PUBLISHER: Thank the stars and the government you're safe, Mister Satan, wow.

AMLAN: Look, lady...I doubt this Medusa spy-game gov't-specter book is me!

PUBLISHER: Lucky you escaped from the clutches of Annie Booth (ex-nurse!).

AMLAN: This was Hell for Xmas, and I wanna write something not Medusa (now).

PUBLISHER: Forget that Poconos cabin...there's spies from the sewers there, ha.

AMLAN: All's well that ends in life...I shot Annie with her own handgun, defense.

PUBLISHER: She was gonna bloody-murder ya for not rewriting Medusa, Satan!

AMLAN: I know that...it wasn't a Poconos Xmas for Mister Amlan Satan (ok).

PUBLISHER: Maybe you should write an Xmas-jingle about a vet in the Poconos.

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

"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)