Me writing like Steven EFFING King.
Me writing like Steven EFFING King.
Something I wrote for school. I know it's shore, that's because it's meant to be.
The rain.
Robert awoke in his house. He sat there thinking to himself, “Why am I here? What’s the point?” He walked to his kitchen and made some scrambled eggs, not really paying attention to what he was doing. He burnt them along with his hand. Robert muttered curses in pain. He shoved his hand in cold water before wrapping it with a cloth. Robert decided that he should probably eat out instead. He cleaned the kitchen, the got in his blue Ford Mustang and drove to the mall in town.
As he was driving he noticed the thick, black, heavy rain clouds rolling in over the horizon. He thought they looked unnatural, almost unworldly. He pulled out a cigarette from his glove box and started smoking it. He had finished it by the time he had gotten to the mall. It was a giant building lumbering on over the small town.
He got out of his car and walked in. There we’re people here from allover the state. The aroma of the food court greeted him. He walked in and ordered a sandwich from McDonalds. He waited patiently he stared out side the window when suddenly it began to rain. Roberts’s eyes widened as the rain turned from little drops to think black slop. People who were unlucky enough to be caught in the rain were screaming in agony and the black slop fell on them absorbing them. Robert heard people screaming all around him. He tried to get away from the window as he’s head it cracking from the thick black rain. Just as he ran out of the McDonalds, The window broke engulfing everyone in the restaurant.
He ran from the inflowing mass of sludge. He ran with his to the black, slimy rain engulfing those people who were weren’t quick enough to get away. Robert sprinted away when he heard someone scream, “Get in here!” Robert turned the corner and ran into a gun shop. The owner slammer the metal door shut. Robert heard the slime swish by the metal door. He yelled out in horror when the slime went under the door, absorbing him and the shop owner. Robert felt like he couldn’t breathe. That he was being strangled. He blacked out, and when he woke up he was in his bed, he was sweating, and his hand felt sore. Robert got something to drink when he heard the pitter patter of rain on his window outside.
The rain.
Robert awoke in his house. He sat there thinking to himself, “Why am I here? What’s the point?” He walked to his kitchen and made some scrambled eggs, not really paying attention to what he was doing. He burnt them along with his hand. Robert muttered curses in pain. He shoved his hand in cold water before wrapping it with a cloth. Robert decided that he should probably eat out instead. He cleaned the kitchen, the got in his blue Ford Mustang and drove to the mall in town.
As he was driving he noticed the thick, black, heavy rain clouds rolling in over the horizon. He thought they looked unnatural, almost unworldly. He pulled out a cigarette from his glove box and started smoking it. He had finished it by the time he had gotten to the mall. It was a giant building lumbering on over the small town.
He got out of his car and walked in. There we’re people here from allover the state. The aroma of the food court greeted him. He walked in and ordered a sandwich from McDonalds. He waited patiently he stared out side the window when suddenly it began to rain. Roberts’s eyes widened as the rain turned from little drops to think black slop. People who were unlucky enough to be caught in the rain were screaming in agony and the black slop fell on them absorbing them. Robert heard people screaming all around him. He tried to get away from the window as he’s head it cracking from the thick black rain. Just as he ran out of the McDonalds, The window broke engulfing everyone in the restaurant.
He ran from the inflowing mass of sludge. He ran with his to the black, slimy rain engulfing those people who were weren’t quick enough to get away. Robert sprinted away when he heard someone scream, “Get in here!” Robert turned the corner and ran into a gun shop. The owner slammer the metal door shut. Robert heard the slime swish by the metal door. He yelled out in horror when the slime went under the door, absorbing him and the shop owner. Robert felt like he couldn’t breathe. That he was being strangled. He blacked out, and when he woke up he was in his bed, he was sweating, and his hand felt sore. Robert got something to drink when he heard the pitter patter of rain on his window outside.
Re: Me writing like Steven EFFING King.
I really like the story. And I'm not giving any criticism, because you didn't ask for any. Even if I did, there wouldn't be much! 
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Richie Rabbit
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Re: Me writing like Steven EFFING King.
lol evil slime 
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Re: Me writing like Steven EFFING King.
hahah nice. you actually made a thread for this, I posted my random story in the randomness thread lol.
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Re: Me writing like Steven EFFING King.
i wouldent call this steven (actualy his name is stephen but ok) king, but hey if you mean writing the style of his other wierd books yes. but its not alike whit the dark tower books writing style.theres something wierd about those books.and the regulator too. 
Re: Me writing like Steven EFFING King.
Yeah, this was meant to be like his book Skeleton Crew. Everyone I know tells me that the Dark tower series is actually good.
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Re: Me writing like Steven EFFING King.
So Robert goes to bed hungry, has a bad dream, gets stuck in his sheets, and then wakes up. He also has carpal tunnel.shadow717 wrote:[story deleted for space]
Re: Me writing like Steven EFFING King.
Yes, I suppose he does...