"Quote" of the Week
It's back! The Quote of the Week is finally back. I have been working so much on finishing the latest book that my favorite quotes have fallen by the wayside, but no longer.
Not only are quotes back, but Fall is back. My favorite time of the year, not that I get to fully experience it while living in Los Angeles. But the weather is cooler, the wind has picked up, and leaves are starting to turn colors. Soon I will pack the kids up in the car and head to a pumpkin patch then begin work on Halloween costumes for school parties and trick-or-treating. Because Halloween is coming up, I feel the need to post some horror quotes. Fall has begun which means it is harvest time, and what better story to post than something that takes place in a cornpatch?
"He cocked his head. The corn was rustling.
Burt had been aware of that for some time, but he had just put it together with something else. The wind was still. How could that be?
He looked around warily, half expecting to see the smiling boys in their Quaker coats creeping out of the corn, their knives clutched in their hands. Nothing of the sort. There was still that rustling noise. Off to the left.
He began to walk in that direction, not having to bull through the corn anymore. The row was taking him in the direction he wanted to go, naturally. The row ended up ahead. Ended? No, emptied out into some sort of clearing. The rustling was there.
He stopped, suddenly afraid.
The scent of the corn was strong enough to be cloying. The rows held on to the sun's heat and he became aware that he was plastered with sweat and chaff and thin spider strands of cornsilk. The bugs ought to be crawling all over him...but they weren't.
He stood still, staring toward that place where the corn opened out onto what looked like a large circle of bare earth.
There were no minges or mosquitoes in here, no blackflies or chiggers - what he and Vicky had called "drive-in bugs" when they had been courting, he thought with sudden and unexpectedly sad nostalgia. And he hadn't seen a single crow. How was that for weird, a cornpatch with no crows?"
- Stephen King, Children of the Corn, Night Shift
Not only are quotes back, but Fall is back. My favorite time of the year, not that I get to fully experience it while living in Los Angeles. But the weather is cooler, the wind has picked up, and leaves are starting to turn colors. Soon I will pack the kids up in the car and head to a pumpkin patch then begin work on Halloween costumes for school parties and trick-or-treating. Because Halloween is coming up, I feel the need to post some horror quotes. Fall has begun which means it is harvest time, and what better story to post than something that takes place in a cornpatch?
"He cocked his head. The corn was rustling.
Burt had been aware of that for some time, but he had just put it together with something else. The wind was still. How could that be?
He looked around warily, half expecting to see the smiling boys in their Quaker coats creeping out of the corn, their knives clutched in their hands. Nothing of the sort. There was still that rustling noise. Off to the left.
He began to walk in that direction, not having to bull through the corn anymore. The row was taking him in the direction he wanted to go, naturally. The row ended up ahead. Ended? No, emptied out into some sort of clearing. The rustling was there.
He stopped, suddenly afraid.
The scent of the corn was strong enough to be cloying. The rows held on to the sun's heat and he became aware that he was plastered with sweat and chaff and thin spider strands of cornsilk. The bugs ought to be crawling all over him...but they weren't.
He stood still, staring toward that place where the corn opened out onto what looked like a large circle of bare earth.
There were no minges or mosquitoes in here, no blackflies or chiggers - what he and Vicky had called "drive-in bugs" when they had been courting, he thought with sudden and unexpectedly sad nostalgia. And he hadn't seen a single crow. How was that for weird, a cornpatch with no crows?"
- Stephen King, Children of the Corn, Night Shift
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