Carrie

by Stephen King

Carrie stood among them stolidly, a frog among swans.

When Carrie White realized she was bleeding from the vaginal opening, she had no idea of what was taking place. She was innocent of the entire concept of menstruation.

‘I’m bleeding to death!’ Carrie screamed, and one blind, searching hand came up and clutched Miss Desjardin’s white shorts. It left a bloody handprint.

When you get smarter you don’t stop pulling the wings off flies, you just think of better reasons for doing it.

Whenever anything important happens in America, they have to gold-plate it, like baby shoes. That way you can forget it.

sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. It’s what you say when you spill a cup of coffee or throw a gutterball when you’re bowling with the girls in the league. True sorrow is as rare as true love.

She prayed and there was no answering. No one was there – or if there was, He/It was cowering from her. God had turned His face away, and why not? This horror was as much His doing as hers.

What happens if there are others like her? What happens to the world?