When I was about 12 I used to love reading these awesome Stephen King short-story compilation books and this one was the best:
There is one dreamlike story about this guy meeting this feisty stranger who he immediately surrenders himself to. It should have been a film starring me and Winona Ryder, the story was even called "Nona" for fuck's sake!
She had coal-colored hair, so black that it seemed nearly blue under the fluorescents. Her skin was cream white, with just the faintest blooded touch lingering beneath the skin - the cold she had brought in with her. A full and mobile mouth below a straight, patrician nose. I couldn't tell what her body looked like. I didn't care. You wouldn't either
Well, I fell for her just like this sucker and at the end after jumping through hoops (killing lots of people, you know - the usual) and proving his love for her he embraces her at the end and she changes in his arms to this unrecognisable creature.
I am in the grip of a huge, noisome graveyard rat. Lights sway in front of my eyes. October roses. Somewhere a dead bell is chanting.
"Do you love?" this thing whispers. "Do you love?" The smell of roses is its breath as it swoops towards me, dead flowers in a charnel house.
Still reading? wake up you fuckers, this is my cleverest journal entry for 6 months..
There was another story that stood out when I was flicking through the book recently - The Raft. These kids are frolicking on a raft moored off the coast then this black puddle appears in the sea and moves close to them. When any of them stare at the puddle for too long it starts changing, making these beautiful patterns and colours that prove too irresistable and they fall into this killer oil-slick-type thing like lemmings and are destroyed.
It came with an oily, frightening speed, and as it did, Randy saw the colors Rachel had seen - fantastic reds and yellows and blues spiraling across an ebony surface like limp plastic. Randy realized he was going to fall over , fall right into it
At the end the last survivor willingly surrenders himself after losing a mental battle..
The colors began to form and twist. This time Randy did not look away.
He whispered, "Do you love?"
At the time the descriptions of the monsters was the thing that stood out. I took the stories so literally.
I guess Im mentioning all this because there is a black puddle beating around my horizon, Im not staring at it yet because I know the pretty colours would swirl.
"do you love?"
There is one dreamlike story about this guy meeting this feisty stranger who he immediately surrenders himself to. It should have been a film starring me and Winona Ryder, the story was even called "Nona" for fuck's sake!
She had coal-colored hair, so black that it seemed nearly blue under the fluorescents. Her skin was cream white, with just the faintest blooded touch lingering beneath the skin - the cold she had brought in with her. A full and mobile mouth below a straight, patrician nose. I couldn't tell what her body looked like. I didn't care. You wouldn't either
Well, I fell for her just like this sucker and at the end after jumping through hoops (killing lots of people, you know - the usual) and proving his love for her he embraces her at the end and she changes in his arms to this unrecognisable creature.
I am in the grip of a huge, noisome graveyard rat. Lights sway in front of my eyes. October roses. Somewhere a dead bell is chanting.
"Do you love?" this thing whispers. "Do you love?" The smell of roses is its breath as it swoops towards me, dead flowers in a charnel house.
Still reading? wake up you fuckers, this is my cleverest journal entry for 6 months..
There was another story that stood out when I was flicking through the book recently - The Raft. These kids are frolicking on a raft moored off the coast then this black puddle appears in the sea and moves close to them. When any of them stare at the puddle for too long it starts changing, making these beautiful patterns and colours that prove too irresistable and they fall into this killer oil-slick-type thing like lemmings and are destroyed.
It came with an oily, frightening speed, and as it did, Randy saw the colors Rachel had seen - fantastic reds and yellows and blues spiraling across an ebony surface like limp plastic. Randy realized he was going to fall over , fall right into it
At the end the last survivor willingly surrenders himself after losing a mental battle..
The colors began to form and twist. This time Randy did not look away.
He whispered, "Do you love?"
At the time the descriptions of the monsters was the thing that stood out. I took the stories so literally.
I guess Im mentioning all this because there is a black puddle beating around my horizon, Im not staring at it yet because I know the pretty colours would swirl.
"do you love?"
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ilsa:
I was drinking gin because my mom recommended it for my cramps, haha.
phineas:
yes. i can occasionally be very emo. but i'm emo only when no one's looking. just as everyone should be.