Everything's Eventual: 14 Dark Tales

by Stephen King

E-publishing may or may not be the wave of the future; about that I care not a fiddler’s fart, believe me.

I ran as only nine-year-old boys can run, which is like the wind. It felt as if my feet only touched the ground with every third or fourth stride, and for all I know, that may be true.

This story is proof that writers are often the worst judges of what they have written.

Sometimes when you were cruising along the highway, you saw big curls of rubber that had unwound from the recap tires some of the independent truckers used. That was what he felt like now: thrown tread.

Crazy was a hard state to define.

“It’s not just a job, Dink, it’s a goddam adventure.”

There are so many more shadows at night, have you ever noticed that? Even with a light on there are so many shadows.