Hey, I don't care, I'll punch Stephen King in the face.
For my wife.
And also for all those nightmares I had after my brothers decided it'd be 'fun' to read Pet Semetary as a bedtime story.
Right. All right. The stillness.
It was like walking into a painting. Like he might disturb something deeper than the earth, only there was no protestation, no trembling, only a softness that seemed to welcome him in. Like inside - where he'd been all day, watching the storm pour itself out - was just a holding place, and this, this painting world was somewhere he was always meant to find.
no subject
For my wife.
And also for all those nightmares I had after my brothers decided it'd be 'fun' to read Pet Semetary as a bedtime story.
Right. All right. The stillness.
It was like walking into a painting. Like he might disturb something deeper than the earth, only there was no protestation, no trembling, only a softness that seemed to welcome him in. Like inside - where he'd been all day, watching the storm pour itself out - was just a holding place, and this, this painting world was somewhere he was always meant to find.