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alexisjane) wrote2014-12-30 06:15 pm
alexisjane) wrote2014-12-30 06:15 pm
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December 30th - MeMe
30th Dec: 
astarloa - A scene from a book or film that's stuck with you - for good or for bad.
Oooo, I knew this one straight away : )
Warning - This passage contains the death of a child.
Sam Tauber was five and a half years old. His mother had died on June the
twenty-fourth in the Murfreesboro, Georgia, General Hospital. On the twenty-
fifth, his father and younger sister, two-year-old April, had died. On June the
twenty-seventh, his older brother Mike died, leaving Sam to shift for himself.
Sam had been in shock ever since the death of his mother. He wandered
carelessly up and down the streets of Murfreesboro, eating when he was hungry,
sometimes crying. After a while he stopped crying, because crying did no good.
It didn't bring the people back. At night his sleep was broken by horrible
nightmares in which Papa and April and Mike died over and over, their faces
swollen black, a terrible rattling sound in their chests as they strangled on
their own snot.
At quarter of ten on the morning of July 2, Sam wandered into a field of wild
blackberries behind Hattie Reynolds's house. Bemused and vacant-eyed, he
zigzagged among blackberry bushes that were almost twice as tall as he was,
picking the berries and eating them until his lips and chin were smeared black.
The thorns ripped at his clothes and sometimes at his bare flesh, but he barely
noticed. Bees hummed drowsily around him. He never saw the old and rotted well-
cover half buried in tall grass and blackberry creepers. It gave under his
weight with a grinding, splintering crash, and Sam plunged twenty feet down the
rock-lined shaft to the dry bottom, where he broke both legs. He died twenty
hours later, as much from fear and misery as from shock and hunger and
dehydration.
No fuss, no muss, no fancy words or clever talk. Just pure unadulterated storytelling that's haunted me for the last 25 years. Just perfect x
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Still haunting me too.
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♡
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YES.
YES.
YES.
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I think I'm one of the few people in the world who's never read any Stephen King.
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If you fancy something different though, he does write in different genres, all very King of course but theres YA and fantasy, mystery, all kinds of stuff. But all rooted in believable characters that you never want to let go of.
Well, I like him anyway : ) x
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