Smallviille

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated 'claim' of a faerie-humanoid whose trek through the iconic Smallville town leads him to a town-sage and a 'hue' daydream.

A tale of American Ego/spirit, drawing on some of the 'humility themes' from the 'cool' Western fantasy-film FairyTale: A True Story (Harvey Keitel). Thanks for reading,

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I was traveling through the iconic American town of Smallville, where a special cinema-lore surrounding a fantastic DC-character was filmed, and I realized I might have to disclose something 'special' about myself during this trek through this wonderful place in the post-9/11 era Homeland. Follow along!

My name's Amlan Satan, and I'm a blood-diamond operationalist with bank-box infiltrations-chess for subversion of corrupted baron-investments tied to conflict-zones stemming from Sierra Leone. However, despite this modern James Bond character work, my real secret is that I'm not actually a human but a 'faerie' disguised as a humanoid for this work, for which I cast social-media/cyber stories and tales about the modern intrigue/misadventure of diamond-box swaps/exposures for insurance-chess (ha).

MAYOR: "We're proud of our great town of Smallville and hope tourism enhances our capitalism race."

Well, during this adventure-trek through Smallville, during which I sought to create a personal/range bank-account for my diamond-work/mission commission/asset storage(s), I met a strange old man, a 'sage' of sorts of Smallville who went by the name Ralphie. I realized quickly-enough that Ralphie was a great American 'sage' of capitalism race imagination and had his own magnet-pocket chess-set which he used to boast at the bench he sat in or at the 7-Eleven (gas-station) he frequented that the human species was all about the 'photogenic' face of Earth's 'secret' hubris (wow).

RALPHIE: You're 'gifting' me this faerie-sculpture figurine/statue now?
SATAN (Me): I sure am, Mr. Ralphie; you strike me as an American of value(s).

RALPHIE: You're telling me now that you just may be a 'real' faerie (hmm)?

SATAN (Me): I sura am, Mr. Ralphie, you strike me as a 'sage' of 'good' chess/IQ.

RALPHIE: What's your Smallville-mission.

SATAN: To secure asset/controls and treasure-value mindfulness for magic.

Well, Ralphie/I suddenly became great friends, and that 7-Eleven where I conversed with him and then more often and where I gifted him that faerie-sculpture miniature is where I decided that my life on Earth, and my mission to defend this great capitalism race would be 'much' about the colors/design of wrought honor(s).

RALPHIE: I'd like you to meet my daughter, a schoolteacher and parent-group member.

SATAN (Me): She's a divorcee with a child from a previous marriage (eh?).

RALPHIE: Her 'hubby' parted ways and left Smallville and left her (lonely!).

SATAN: Alright...I'll make a social-media post/photo-tale of her magic.

INTERPOL: Blood-diamond corruption today threatens the world-gem exchange and makes 'rogue' terrorism-finance woe!

Well, I settled down in Smallville, married Ralphie's daughter (Danica) and became a returning citizen, when I wasn't flying around the Earth on my blood-diamond 'chess' adventures. You see, it was Mr. Ralphie who'd brought me to this state of Smallville life-honor(s) and Ego-balance, and it was Smallville that drew a special 'hourglass' out of my faerie-brain. This story's about the quality of American highness, which is something we 'ought' to believe!