• Grab your current read • Open to a random page • Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page • BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!) • Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!
Another one from “Doctor Sleep.”
“She’s the Queen Bitch of Castle Hell.
If you mess with her, she’ll eat you alive.”
Stephen King returns to the character and territory of one of his most popular novels ever, The Shining, in this instantly riveting novel about the now middle-aged Dan Torrance and the very special twelve-year-old girl he must save from a tribe of murderous paranormals: Amazon
This was a movie that really did live up to the hype. It had great acting, score, script, and direction. I can’t recommend it enough. I haven’t read the book, so I would like to know how they compare? Got a second, let me know.
With his wife’s disappearance having become the focus of an intense media circus, a man sees the spotlight turned on him when it’s suspected that he may not be innocent. via Gone Girl (2014) – IMDb
“We are legion!”–their voices screamed through this man’s bloody and bruised mouth. He flipped end over end and dropped back onto the bed, bouncing a couple of times on his back before coming to rest. He then shook violently up and down, spasms erupting across his body like an earthquake.
He managed to scream–“Help me!”-while shaking.
The crowd who had come to take him away (some had torches, some had swords, some had guns) removed the people who had been praying beside the man’s bed. He felt hands on him–rough hands. They grabbed him as he fought and struggled, but he wasn’t doing the fighting. Someone else was using his hands and fists to fend them off. It was no use. The crowd was just too strong.
The man felt shackles placed on his ankles and on his wrists.
The struggling started to cease.
The demons inside of him were going away. They were allowing him to be lifted up off the bed. They were allowing him to be led out of the room and into the street.
This short story was inspired by Matthew 8: 28-32 (HCSB)
28 When He had come to the other side, to the region of the Gadarenes, two demon-possessed men met Him as they came out of the tombs. They were so violent that no one could pass that way. 29 Suddenly they shouted, “What do You have to do with us, Son of God? Have You come here to torment us before the time?” 30 Now a long way off from them, a large herd of pigs was feeding. 31 “If You drive us out,” the demons begged Him, “send us into the herd of pigs.” 32 “Go!” He told them. So when they had come out, they entered the pigs. And suddenly the whole herd rushed down the steep bank into the sea and perished in the water.
I always enjoyed the sort of black humor part of that passage. It really shows Jesus had a great sense of humor. He was true to his word about sending them into the pigs. He just didn’t tell them that these pigs would perish soon after he did this. Just kind of makes me smile when I read it. Anyway, here’s the opening to my latest short story – “Demon Energy.”
A man lay on a bed.
His dreams were vivid and strong–evil things done by evil beings haunted those dreams.
His soul felt lost, departed.
He wasn’t himself.
How long had he been this way?
How long had he suffered in this torment of a hellish nightmare?
He wasn’t sure.
A distant knock on the door.
No, it wasn’t a knock. It was pounding. It was the sound of breaking. The door shattered inward. He managed to turn his sweaty head, brown hair matted to his skin, face covered in a thick sweat, body covered in cuts and bruises–all self-inflicted by his fingernails and his own fists.
He felt his soul losing again. The demons were crawling around inside of him, pushing his soul back to the shadows. He had no choice but to watch. He was a passenger inside his own body.
The demons raised him into the air, levitated him for all to see. Then his small skinny frame started to spin like a pig in a roast. Spinning violently around and around and around and around, and then he stopped. He was now sideways, and looking at the crowd who had come to take him away. He hung there like a limp rag doll. His blue eyes were not his eyes. Those two orbs now belonged to the thousand demons who tormented him.