![]() ![]() That was a long time ago, but there were still enough people around who remembered it to scare the rest. God knew it had happened before-the flooding in 1931 had been a disaster which had cost millions of dollars and almost two dozen lives. Yesterday overflow and expensive flood damage had seemed almost inevitable. Right now a gang of men-Zack Denbrough, George's and Bill's father, among them-were removing the sandbags they had thrown up the day before with such panicky haste. The Kenduskeag Stream had crested just below its banks in the Barrens and bare inches below the concrete sides of the Canal which channelled it tightly as it passed through downtown. The Public Works Department had managed to keep Jackson Street open, but Witcham was impassable from the sawhorses all the way to the center of town.īut, everyone agreed, the worst was over. By that time, many people in Derry had begun to make nervous jokes about arks. By noon of the fourth day, big chunks of the street's surface were boating through the intersection of Jackson and Witcham like miniature white-water rafts. The water had first pried fingerholds in the paving and then snatched whole greedy handfuls-all of this by the third day of the rains. Beyond them, the rain had spilled out of gutters clogged with branches and rocks and big sticky piles of autumn leaves. Stencilled across each of the horses was DERRY DEPT. He had made it sitting up in bed, his back propped against a pile of pillows, while their mother played Fur Elise on the piano in the parlor and rain swept restlessly against his bedroom window.Ībout three-quarters of the way down the block as one headed toward the intersection and the dead traffic light, Witcham Street was blocked to motor traffic by smudgepots and four orange sawhorses. ![]() In that autumn of 1957, eight months before the real horrors began and twenty-eight years before the final showdown, Stuttering Bill was ten years old.īill had made the boat beside which George now ran. His brother, William, known to most of the kids at Derry Elementary School (and even to the teachers, who would never have used the nickname to his face) as Stuttering Bill, was at home, hacking out the last of a nasty case of influenza. The boy in the yellow slicker was George Denbrough. It tapped on the yellow hood of the boy's slicker, sounding to his ears like rain on a shed roof. The rain had not stopped, but it was finally slackening. Most sections of Derry had lost their power then, and it was not back on yet.Ī small boy in a yellow slicker and red galoshes ran cheerfully along beside the newspaper boat. There had been steady rain for a week now, and two days ago the winds had come as well. The three vertical lenses on all sides of the traffic light were dark this afternoon in the fall of 1957, and the houses were all dark, too. The boat bobbed, listed, righted itself again, dived bravely through treacherous whirlpools, and continued on its way down Witcham Street toward the traffic light which marked the intersection of Witcham and Jackson. After Carrie, it was just a matter of time before a long list of books were published.The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years-if it ever did end-began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain. King was working as a janitor in a high-school, where he got the idea of the prom scene in Carrie. Richard Bachman, a pseudonym used by King to test out if his popularity was solely based on his already influential name or simply because of his talent in writing. The best part about this is that some of his work under this category are available for free. With plethora of awards under his belt, every single of King’s fans would want to explore every single work that he’s done so far, including some of the short stories that he has published. ![]() A person who champions reading as a prerequisite to better writing, he writes 2,000 words a day and has sold more than 350 million copies, many of which have been adapted to various film types. Stephen King, one of the most established authors in the world today, is by no means an unfamiliar author, maybe unfavoured in terms of writing style for some, but definitely not in terms of fame. ![]()
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