Status Updates From Firestarter

Shut up, Charlie! They're going to want to kill you now. You understand? No ... No more games. Gloves off.

Burn it down, Charlie.

Hate to say it, but I'm not really enjoying this one. So far just an endless cat-and-mouse sequence of "She's tired! Oh wait, she's less tired now. He's about to collapse! Oh wait, he can hold out for a bit longer..." interspersed with a backstory that seems almost entirely peopled with cartoonishly evil villains. I hope it improves. King writes small boys well; he writes small girls as whiny pains in the ass.

🥊 Charlie, shut up! They’re going to want to kill you now. You understand? No… No more games. Gloves off. Don’t let them, Charlie. And don’t let them cover it up. Don’t let them say… Just a fire…🔥

john rainbird I do not like how dreamy you get when you look at pictures of charlie mcgee i’ll tell you that right now!

Oh, you liar!👧🏼

Cap didn't look like a man engaged in an intrigue. He looked like a man who was profoundly fucked up. That remark about Charlie's father playing golf, for instance. That had come right out of left field.

When she woke up the next morning, her fear, confusion, and desolation had begun their perhaps inevitable change into a bright, hard gem of anger.

not gonna lie i’m struggling with this one but it is finally starting to heat up (hahaha)

The chances of setting up an echo here were extraordinarily high because he had been forced to push the man terribly hard and also go completely against the grain.

The waterfall of tears that just escaped me 😭😭😭😭😭😭

!!!!!!😭😰😵‍💫🤬

Charlie 😭

But if this guy really was the big cheese, this office would be as dead as a doornail: he would have the place washed regularly for bugs. Of course, he might have his own listening devices, but—

He didn't want to push anyone down here in his quarters, because Big Brother was always watching and listening. He didn't want to push Pynchot anymore, because Pynchot was cracking up—Andy was sure of it.

My fist Stephen King and im having a blast 😁🤭

In high school and in college, Herm Pynchot had been a closet transvestite. He liked to dress up in women's clothes because he thought they made him look ... well, very pretty. His junior year in college, as a member of Delta Tau Delta...

so far so good

. . . well, they said, hell had no fury like a woman scorned, and in half of wha the believed about Charlie was true, then she was perfectly capable of manufacturing hell, or a reasonable facsimile.

McGee might not be hooked enough to miss the fact that they were now doing little more than playing Nice Guy and Mean Guy with Charlie, a technique police departments have used to crack criminals for hundreds of years.

This can’t be over fast enough lol

Push? Pushing?

But he had more than asked himself that one when other questions flooded in. Could he find out exactly what was happening to Charlie? He had used the push on himself in his sleep, like a kind of autohypnosis.

vicky being afraid of sex (?) :-(

He felt the chisel slip smoothly in another notch. They had a secret between them now.

He sat in a half-swoon of panic for some unknown time, sure the place was burning down, imagining the smell of smoke.

I’m ready for this to be over😅

According to the dictionary, aphasia was forgetfulness caused by some cerebral disorder. The doctors had immediately began monkeying with her medication Orasin was changed to Valium with no appreciable change for the better.
 

There were three rooms plus a bath; there was a color TV equipped with Home Box Office, where a new choice of three recent films appeared each night.

They killed the money. They were assholes and the safe beat them.

😜

a mix between The Fugitive and Stranger Things

Ughhhhhh

When all was said and done, he was nothing more than a hit man, and hit men always self-destruct sooner or later.

The girls powers, of which pyrokinesis was only the cornerstone, had a way of getting out of control, of jumping nimbly over....