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The Kakama wrote:Imagine if it doesn't and just involves the Player leaving. :-P

The Kakama wrote:Imagine if it doesn't and just involves the Player leaving.

Stephen King - The Mist wrote:That is what happened. Or nearly all-there is one final thing I'll get to in a moment. But you mustn't expect some -neat conclusion. There is no And they escaped from the mist into the good sunshine of a new day; or When we awoke the National Guard had finally
arrived; or even that great old standby: It was all a dream.

It is, I suppose, what my father always frowningly called fan Alfred Hitchcock ending," by
which he meant a conclusion in ambiguity that allowed the reader or viewer I to make up
his own mind about how things ended. My father had nothing but contempt for such
stories, saying they were "cheap shots."

Stephen King - The Mist wrote:In the manager's apartment I found a large batteryoperated multiband radio. From the back of it, a flat antenna wire led out through the window. I turned it on, switched over to BAT., fiddled with the tuning dial, with the SQUELCH knob, and still got nothing but
static - dead silence.

And then, at the far end of the AM band, just as I was reaching for the knob to turn it off,
I thought I heard, or dreamed I heard, one single word.

There was no more. I listened for an hour, but there was no more. if there was that one
word, it came through some minute shift in the damping mist, an infinitesimal break that
immediately closed again.

One word.

I've got to get some sleep ... if I can sleep and not be haunted until daybreak by the
faces of Ollie Weeks and Mrs. Carmody and Norm the bag-boy ... and by Steff's face,
half-shadowed by the wide brim of her sunhat.

There is a restaurant here, a typical HoJo restaurant with a dining room and a long,
horseshoe- shaped lunch counter. I am going to leave these pages on the counter and
perhaps someday someone will find them and read them.

One word.

If I only really heard it. If only.

I'm going to bed now. But first I'm going to kiss my son and whisper two words in his
ear. Against the dreams that may come, you know.

Two words that sound a bit alike.

One of them is Hartford.

The other is hope.

Sublevel 102 wrote: well, then I will...

KILL KILL KILL

WorldisQuiet5256 wrote:UNDER THE DOME!!!!