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[scottobear]

You are walking down a country road. It is a quiet afternoon. You look up and far, far down the road you see someone walking toward you. You are surprised to have seen someone so far away. But, you keep walking, expecting nothing more than a friendly nod as you pass. He gets closer. You see he has bright orange hair. He is closer--a white satin suit spotted with colored dots. Closer--a painted white face and red lips. You and he are fifty yards apart. You, and a full-fledged clown holding a bicycle horn are twenty yards apart. You approach on the lonely country road. You nod. He honks, and passes.

Comments

Re: *honk*

[papoose.livejournal.com]

I think that was the first one I read - and then I was hooked. I wouldn't touch Stephen King for a long time because I'm a chicken and horror doesn't appeal to me. But he's such a good storyteller.

Re: *honk*

[scottobear.livejournal.com]

I liked it because I was a kid, and it referred to breasts as 'dirty pillows' and had telekinesis in it. :)

kid shmid

[papoose.livejournal.com]

sure, sure, keep rubbing in that 'i was a kid' part, sonny.
pipsqueak - oh maybe not you're like 6-5.

*snort*

Re: kid shmid

[scottobear.livejournal.com]

Hee hee.. age is all in the mind. :) I think I'm still a kid. :)

Re: kid shmid

[papoose.livejournal.com]

and i still think i'm a puppy :)

Re: kid shmid

[scottobear.livejournal.com]

and a cute little puppy you are!

Re: kid shmid

[papoose.livejournal.com]

aw shucks