Any thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded. The desert had baked them out.
Stephen Kingshe might have been pretty when she started out, but the world had moved on since then.
Stephen KingThe eyes were damned, the staring, glaring eyes of one who sees but does not see, eyes ever turned inward to the sterile hell of dreams beyond control, dreams unleashed, risen out of the stinking swamps of the unconscious.
Stephen KingThe sun had bled away every smell and left nothing.
Stephen KingThe sky was the yellow color of old cheese and the clouds flew across it, as if they had seen something horrifying in the desert wastes where they had so lately been.
Stephen KingFar away, through the gash that led the way into the mountains, he heard the thick mouth of the perpetual thunder.
Stephen KingPride was the belt you used to hold your pants up when you had no pants.
Stephen KingTags: friendship science-fiction aliens
So what he supposed to do? Grab Bobbie's ax and make like Jack Nicholson in The Shinning? He could see it. Smash, crash, bash: Heeeeeeere's GARDENER!
Stephen KingI hope.
Stephen KingThese things were...well...they were dreams-made-real. And once dreams became real, they escaped the power of the dreamer and became their own deadly things, capable of independent action.
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