Nightmares & Dreamscapes
Stephen King
Language: English
Pages: 912
ISBN: 1439102562
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
New to Pocket Books’ Stephen King backlist—the short story collection containing the story "Dolan’s Cadillac," soon to be released as a feature film starring Christian Slater and Wes Bentley.
With numerous unforgettable movies based on his short stories—including Shawshank Redemption, 1408, and The Green Mile—readers will be delighted to rediscover this classic collection, also released as a television mini-series and on DVD. Featuring twenty short horror stories, a television script, an essay, and a poem, Nightmares and Dreamscapes contains unique and chilling plots including everything from dead rock star zombies to evil toys seeking murderous revenge. It will be treasured by King fans new and old.
Waldheim' at the speed of Alvin and the Chipmunks. 'Oh!' she said, and punched the eject button. The tape belched out, followed by an ugly brown afterbirth — coils of shiny tape. The Princess hit a nearly bottomless pothole, lurched hard to the left, and then threw herself up and out like a clipper ship corkscrewing through a stormwave. 'Clark?' 'Don't say anything,' he said through clenched teeth. 'We're not lost. This will turn back to tar in just a minute or two — probably over the next
cherry pie.' Mary kicked his ankle — hard — but Clark didn't seem to notice. He was staring at the redhead again, and now his mouth was hung on a spring. The redhead was clearly aware of his gaze, but she didn't seem to mind. She reached up with one hand and lazily fluffed her improbable hair. 'Two sodas to go, two pieces of pie for here,' the young waitress said. She gave them another nervous smile while her restless eyes examined Mary's wedding ring, the sugar shaker, one of the overhead
because Clark was nine years older, Clark had been listening to the radio and watching American Bandstand back when Rick Nelson had been Ricky Nelson and songs like 'Be-Bop Baby' and 'Lonesome Town' were happening hits, not just dusty artifacts restricted to the golden oldie stations which catered to the now-graying baby boomers. Clark saw it first, but now that he had pointed it out to her, she could not unsee it. What had the redheaded waitress said? Y'all oughtta try the cherry pie! Rick just
one can only go back into the hall, Doctor Watson. If there had been two doors into Hull's study, I should hardly have come after Holmes on the run as I did.' He said this last in tones of faint self-justification. 'Oh, Jory went back into the hall, all right,' I said, 'but his father didn't see him.' 'Rot!' 'I'll demonstrate,' I said, and went to the writing-desk, where the dead man's cane still leaned. I picked it up and turned toward them. 'The very instant Lord Hull left the parlor, Jory
then smiled.' . . . that he was like a divine wind-chime. He said a wind-chime isn't nothing on its own, but when the wind blows through it, it makes a lovely noise. 'I think Peter Jefferies was like that. He was quality, he had been raised quality and he was, but the quality in him wasn't nothing he could take credit for. It was like God banked it for him and he just spent it. I'll tell you something you probably won't believe: after I'd read a couple of his books, I started to feel sorry for