Nightmares & Dreamscapes

Hile Constant Readers! Welcome to FY,US!, where everything is nineteen. We're a Tumblr entirely dedicated to providing you with your daily fix of the literary equivalent of a big mac and fries, our beloved wordslinger Long days & pleasant nights.

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Stephen King Tour of Bangor

My trip to Derry; or that one time I talked my boyfriend into driving 220 miles off our itinerary so I could go on a Stephen King pilgrimage.

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Still not planning on reviving this blog, but only you people may understand my excitement and I just have to share it - I’m going to the US/Canada later this spring and I worked in a visit to Bangor, including a Stephen King tour by Stu, possibly the #1 Steve connoisseur in the world. May 4th, Intergalactic Star Wars Day. I’m so excited.

(If I’d booked it for May 5th, the date - 5/5/2016 - would’ve worked out to be 19, but I didn’t realize it until later. A bit bummed about that :P)

I’ll write about it/post pictures on my personal blog when the time comes!

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I am officially closing this blog.

I am sorry to say that I just don't have the time and heart for the upkeeping of it anymore. It's been feeling more like a chore lately and all the fun's out of it, ya dig? I am still super into Uncle Steve (I've read Black House since the last proper update, and am currently reading Nightmares and Dreamscapes), but I feel like you deserve better than the constant hiatus I've been on.

I want to thank each and everyone of you for following this blog over the past two years or so! If you're still interested in keeping in touch you're welcome to follow my personal blog, I do write about Steve sometimes, and you're always welcome to strike up random conversations about him! Now that I won't have this blog as outlet anymore I'll most likely be posting about him more over there. For all your other Stephen King needs, The Tower Junkie has a nifty list of links.

Long days and pleasant nights, T xx

[mysteryofobscurity]

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I haven't posted in almost a month, I am so sorry. Life and all. Come to think of it, I never even wrote about the reading of Doctor Sleep I went to in November! Shame on me.

I hope to get some time to dedicate to this blog soon, but meanwhile, happy holidays, fellow Constant Readers! Thanks for sticking around.

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Most of us keep that inner-being lock up, hidden away. A fiction writer doesn’t have to do that. He doesn’t have to hide it. He doesn’t have to keep it from anything. He can let it out, bring it out into the open. Let it live, let it breathe. Hell, he can let it party - give it the car keys, let it ride!

Stephen King. "The Dark Half".

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Stephen King + family

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On a very hot day in August of 1994, my wife told me she was going down to the Derry Rite Aid to pick up a refill on her sinus medicine prescription - this is stuff you can buy over the counter these days, I believe. I’d finished writing for the day and offered to pick it up for her. She said thanks, but she wanted to get a piece of fish at the supermarket next door anyway; two birds with one stone and all that. She blew a kiss at me off the palm of her and and went out. The next time I saw her, she was on TV. That’s how you identify the dead here in Derry - no walking down a subterranean corridor with green tiles on the walls and long fluorescent bars overhead, no naked body rolling out of a chilly drawer on casters; you just go into an office marked PRIVATE and look at a TV screen and say yep or nope.

Stephen King. "Bag of Bones".

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Wandering’s the most addictive drug there is, I think, and every hidden road leads on to a dozen more.

Stephen King. "The Dark Tower V: Wolves of the Calla".

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I grew up in a house where we didn’t have a TV until I was 10. We couldn’t afford one. We used to go down the street and peek in the neighbors’ window to watch Your Hit Parade. Books were what we had — and the radio. My mother was a reader, and she read to us. She read us Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde when I was six and my brother was eight; I never forgot it. And we used to get Classics Illustrated comic books, which were also fairly bloody. I still remember the Oliver Twist one — there was blood all over that thing. Comic books were the closest we had to a visual medium.

Stephen King. Parade Magazine interview.

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Time goes by, Atlantis sinks deeper and deeper into the ocean, and you have a tendency to romanticize. To mythologize.

Stephen King. "Hearts in Atlantis".

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I believe these [horror] stories exist because we sometimes need to create unreal monsters and bogies to stand in for all the things we fear in our real lives: the parent who punches instead of kissing, the auto accident that takes a loved one, the cancer we one day discover living in our own bodies. If such terrible occurrences were acts of darkness, they might actually be easier to cope with. But instead of being dark, they have their own terrible brilliance, it seems to me, and none shine so bright as the acts of cruelty we sometimes perpetrate in our own families. To look directly at such brilliance is to be blinded, and so we create any number of filters. The ghost story, the horror story, the uncanny tale — all of these are filters.

Stephen King. "The Shining" Introduction.

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Stephen King as Bachman in Sons of Anarchy, s03e03

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You think 'Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst', but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you.

Stephen King. "Joyland".