The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.
Stephen KingTags: horror dark-tower
The sun was a molten coin burning a circle in the low-hanging overcast, surrounded by a fairy-ring of moisture.
Stephen KingHer hands twisted restlessly together like a pair of pink and hairless animals at play.
Stephen KingRivers of wrinkles flowing down from the corners of this eyes and mouth.
Stephen Kinghair Butch waxed so heavily that it seemed to scream up from his skull.
Stephen KingCrying was like pissing everything out on the ground.
Stephen KingAbove, the stars shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe.
Stephen KingHe smiles a lot. But I think there might be worms inside him making him smile.
Stephen Kingyou must not come lightly to the blank page.
Stephen KingTags: writing
He had been (Thinking? Praying?) It was all the same thing.
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