Kerry’s Wednesday Challenge at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads features a quotation from Stephen King: “Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
“In the spirit of the spooky season,” Kerry suggests we take a cue from Stephen King’s brand “of the macabre and grotesque, and do it with poetic precision.”
Foreswearing (or should I say eschewing?) pumpkins, bats and ghouls, she asks us to make this about psychological terrors.
Ooh. Having had more experience with psychological terrors than with bats or ghouls, I can say I’d much rather write about pumpkins.
If we do find ourselves inspired by a quotation from Stephen King, Kerry would like us to include it.
Mmm, yes, well, just the average writing challenge here, for a writer who has never read a word of Stephen King until today when I read a list of quotations. Some of them lit a spark, just a spark, so perhaps I’ll give this thing a try.
“Get busy living or get busy dying.”
“There is no tyrant as merciless as pain, no despot so cruel as confusion.”
“It's actually against my religion to laugh at men who are toting guns.”
INSTINCT by Kay L. Davies, October, 2011 ©
Some days a quote from Stephen King
will make my very pulses ring
“Get busy living,”
he said, “or get busy dying.”
I make myself get out of bed,
get dressed in very brightest red,
so I can pretend
my world will not end
no matter what the Terror said.
It gnaws at me, the Terror does,
and in my arms I feel it buzz
like bees in my veins,
until I’ve no brains
to understand just what it was.
Pain, confusion, that’s all I know,
With no hope: with nothing but woe.
I’m tired of living
and scared of dying,
like river slaves of long ago.
But then two robbers jumped at me,
One had a gun that I could see.
“Money or your life!”
From a moment’s strife
I knew what I wanted to be.
“It is against my religion
To deal with men toting guns.”
Thus I paraphrased
Stephen King's writing,
And then I just started to run.
No fear if the gun exploded
(it turned out not to be loaded).
I didn’t care,
I ran like a hare,
My life instinct had been goaded!