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Nobody was really surprised when it happened, not really, not at the subconscious level where savage things grow.
What none of them knew, of course, was that Carrie White was telekinetic.
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Carrie stood among them stolidly, a frog among swans. She was a chunky girl with pimples on her neck and back and buttocks, her wet hair completely without color.
INFO- Carrie.
one by one, girls stepping out, removing
At sixteen, the elusive stamp of hurt was already marked clearly in her eyes.
Both medical and psychological writers on the subject are in agreement that Carrie White's exceptionally late and traumatic commencement of the menstrual cycle might well have provided the trigger for her latent talent.
Legend has it that Margaret saw the classmate smoking a cigarette. Peculiar religious views. Very peculiar.”
INFO- a very strict and religious mother.
If only it would be today and Jesus coming not with a lamb and a shepherd's crook, but with a boulder in each hand to crush the laughers and the snickerers, to root out the evil and destroy it screaming—a terrible Jesus of blood and righteousness. And if only she could be His sword and His arm.
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How religion was intrinsically ingrained in her brain, helping her release some tension in her imagination.
There had been a curious mental bending, almost like an elbow curling a dumbbell. That wasn't exactly right either, but it was all she could think of. An elbow with no strength. A weak baby muscle.
INFO- How her power had been working out in her mind (analogy).
And Margaret telling the little girl to get herself into her closet and pray. The little girl crying and screaming that she was sorry, she forgot. Then nothing. And my mother and I just looked at each other. I never saw Mom look so bad, not even when Dad died. She said: ‘The child—’ and that was all. We went inside.”
What a horrendous trauma old little Carrie was going through… so sad for a child.
The price of a bus ticket, a train ticket. She could be, could be, could be— Alive.
Hope.
Telekinesis is the ability to move objects or to cause changes in objects by force of the mind. The phenomenon has most reliably been reported in times of crisis or in stress situations, when automobiles have been levitated from pinned bodies or debris from collapsed buildings, etc.
INFO- Telekinesis.
poltergeists, which are playful spirits. It should be noted that poltergeists are astral beings of questionable reality, while telekinesis is thought to be an empiric function of the mind, possibly electrochemical in nature. . . .
INFO- Telekinesis vs. Poltergeists.
The idea that she had let him fuck her (do you have to say it that way yes this time I do) simply because he was Popular, for instance.
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…and to think that in this modern day and age it's all about being popular and being a faithful follower of people who 'represent' the most "proper and appropriate ways" of actually living our lives and setting our own aspirations in them. Especially through social media.
Definitely a sad sight to see.
Momma held worship on Sundays, Tuesdays, and Fridays. These were called Holy Days. Momma was the minister, Carrie the congregation. Services lasted from two to three hours.
Dear Lord.
Momma declaimed hugely, her head thrown back, “help this sinning woman beside me here see the sin of her days and ways. Show her that if she had remained sinless the Curse of Blood never would have come on her.
What a horrible, stupid and ignorant BITCH.
Margaret had gone through a miscarriage. If so, the baby was conceived out of wedlock. Confirmation of this would shed an interesting light on the character of Carrie's mother.
Jesus watches from the wall, But his face is cold as stone, And if he loves me As she tells me Why do I feel so all alone?
:(
Why couldn't she just cut her dead?
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Oh popular high school little brats. There's definitely a whole new culture and society within high school walls.
Sickening.
Lift the rug of your subconscious and sweep all the dirt under. Good-bye.
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In the wake of two hundred deaths and the destruction of an entire town, it is so easy to forget one thing: We were kids. We were kids. We were kids trying to do our best. . . .
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“If you don't have a date for the Ball, would you want to go with me?”
“Fine,” she whispered. “Thank you.” She looked as if she might swoon.
Awww - I totally feel for her!
If the comparison can be made, then Thomas Ross played the part of a Lee Harvey Oswald—trigger man in a catastrophe.
She was hardly tired at all. Well, a little. Not much. The ability, almost lost two weeks ago, was in full flower. It had progressed at a speed that was— Well, almost terrifying.
Her powers became seemingly stronger after she became a woman.
She did not know if her gift had come from the lord of light or of darkness, and now, finally finding that she did not care which, she was overcome with an almost indescribable relief, as if a huge weight, long carried, had slipped from her shoulders.
With the TK phenomenon, the male appears to be the carrier; the TK gene may be recessive in the female, but dominates only in the female.
INFO- How TK is passed down and activated in the offspring.
Pig blood. That was good. Chris was right. It was really good. It made everything solidify. Pig blood for a pig.
Horrendous motherfuckers.
“Whose funeral did ole man Henty go to?” Steve asked. “His mother's,” Billy said. “His mother?” Jackie Talbot said, stunned. “Jesus Christ, she musta been older'n God.”
I'm not really sure how I could describe Billy or how to feel about him. He's just horrible and surely full of traumas.
It's a little interesting since he seems to have fallen in love with Chris, and really wishes to protect her and whatnot. He'd do anything for her. Why though?
Chris is very hateful, despicable and envious. Is Billy drawn to that and the fact that she's only vulnerable when she's with him?
The kind of baggage that they both seem to be carrying looks very heavy.
Poor things…
(i'm sorry momma but I can't be sorry)
Mind over matter in any form is a terrific drain on the body's resources.
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Finally, helpless, she said: “Do you like me?” He said: “You're beautiful.” She was.
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But 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.
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And when Frieda grinned, she felt something very old and rusty loosen inside her. A warmth came with it. Relief. Ease.
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He came from a broken home; his father had taken off after the failure of a badly managed gas-station venture when Billy was twelve, and his mother had four boy friends at last count. Brucie was in greatest favor right now. He was a Seagrams 7 man. She was turning into one ugly bag, too. But the car: the car fed him power and glory from its own mystic lines of force. It made him someone to be reckoned with, someone with mana. It was not by accident that he had done most of his balling in the back seat. The car was his slave and his god. It gave, and it could take away. Billy had used it to
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INFO- Psychological background of Billy Nolan.
People are not cruel and mean just because. There's usually something really broken within them that comes from long ago.
He wondered how long she would last. Maybe not long after tonight. Somehow it had all led to this, even the early part, and when it was done the glue that had held them together would be thin and might dissolve, leaving them to wonder how it could have been in the first place. He thought she would start to look less like a goddess and more like the typical society bitch again, and that would make him want to belt her around a little. Or maybe a lot. Rub her nose in it.
Love the game, not the player?
Seems like the real thing to have fallen for was human bad ways through vengeance after all…
He thought about wiping the buckets on his last trip out to them—Kenny's prints would be on them, Don's and Steve's as well—but it was better not to. Maybe they would have a little surprise on Saturday morning. The thought made his lips quirk.
What a horrendous bitch!
This is the girl they keep calling a monster. I want you to keep that firmly in mind. The girl who could be satisfied with a hamburger and a dime root beer after her only school dance so her momma wouldn't be worried . . .
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And there is, of course, the knowledge that Carrie went home on Prom Night. Why? It is hard to tell just how sane Carrie's motives were by that time. She may have gone for absolution and forgiveness, or she may have gone for the express purpose of committing matricide. In any event, the physical evidence seems to indicate that Margaret White was waiting for her. . . .
“Lemon Tree”
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Sue, I don't know how to tell you this but— The smile faded. Her period was late. Almost a week late. And she had always been as regular as an almanac.
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She laughed out loud, then clapped a hand over her mouth. The sound was almost entirely foreign to her.
“Sixty-three votes for Frank Grier and Jessica MacLean, and sixty-three votes for Thomas Ross and Carrie White.”
“Tommy and Carrie win. By one vote.”
They were drenched. Carrie got it the worst. She looked exactly like she had been dipped in a bucket of red paint. She just sat there. She never moved. The band that was closest to the stage, Josie and the Moonglows, got splattered. The lead guitarist had a white instrument, and it splattered all over it.
For Tommy Ross, age eighteen, the end came swiftly and mercifully and almost without pain.
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thinking she'd never get it off and how she was going to pour blood on the whole town and make them pay. It was awful stuff.
The tears of shame began to flow, as hot and as heavy as that first flow of menstrual blood had been. They had beaten her, bested her, once and for all time. It was over.
She was forgetting (!! THE POWER!!) It was time to teach them a lesson.
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They were under her thumb, in her power. Power! What a word that was!
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