The Running Man: from No. 1 bestseller Stephen King writing as Richard Bachman, and a major film

by Richard Bachman

It stood there like a guilty reminder of another time, another day, its old-fashioned neon still winking its letters toward the sinful theater district. It looked like the skeleton of a murdered idea.

Impressive description, it explains the image really well for the reader in such a short, straightforward way.

The car veered wildly, revolving blue dome-lights splitting the darkness with lunatic bolts of light, and then it crashed over on its side, digging a hot groove through the littered moraine of the empty lot, until a spark struck its peeled-back gas tank.

The trees were not dead this far north, murdered by the big, poisonous smokes of Portland, Manchester, and Boston; they were all hues of yellow, red, brilliant starburst purple.

I really like the description here, it’s paints the image of the trees perfectly in your mind.

There was no base of communication with these beautiful chosen ones. They existed up where the air was rare.

Another great quote.

They continued on for another hour and a half, skirting the ocean as the sun began to wester, catching little glints and peaks of the water, across fields and beyond bridges and through heavy firs.

With the door open he could smell the fresh, invigorating odor of pine and timothy grass.

Really nice touch to engage the reader's senses

Their faces were different in all ways but similar in one: They looked oddly incomplete, like pictures with holes for eyes or a jigsaw puzzle with a minor piece missing. It was a lack of desperation, Richards thought. No wolves howled in these bellies. These minds were not filled with rotted, crazed dreams or mad hopes.