The Stand

by Stephen King

When asked, “How do you write?” I invariably answer, “One word at a time,” and the answer is invariably dismissed. But that is all it is. It sounds too simple to be true, but consider the Great Wall of China, if you will: one stone at a time, man. That’s all. One stone at a time. But I’ve read you can see that motherfucker from space without a telescope.

lmao

I feel as nervous as a longtail cat in a room fulla rockin chairs.”

lol BAS chat

They screwed, Starkey thought, and then he shot her, and then he shot himself. Love among the viruses.

is the stand smut?

tiptoe he could get just enough

sometimes at the instant of her climax she would think of the corn, the bland corn with its roots planted not deep but wide, she would think of flesh and then the corn, when it was all over and her husband lay beside her the sex smell would be in the room, the smell of the spunk the man had shot into her, the smell of the juices she made to smooth his way, and it was a smell like husked corn, mild and sweet, a goodish smell).

My own grandmother used to call it the shining lamp of God, sometimes just the shine.

“I got grease” was a pretty current expression (I first heard it just this year) that meant everything was going well.

I hold that truth to be self-evident,

that all men are created eqaual and when i meet thomas Jefferson ima compel him to include women in the sequel WORK!

drag out his Remington and let daylight through me.”

coins up and down, then

it is there that you will make your stand.

finally

Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a fuck.

words to live by

realize certain truths which should perhaps have been self-evident,

work!