I
never thought I’d get to meet Stephen King. With humanity dwindled down
to its last few dregs I had no idea he’d survived. Even being on the
coast and with those huge gates on his house…I just thought it would be a
safe place to hide. I was wrong, but what a consolation prize!
Now, if only he’d sign my rotting flesh before putting the bullet in my brain…
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Originally posted here, for a contest. Contest ends 7/26/17, spare me an upvote if you like!
Now, if only he’d sign my rotting flesh before putting the bullet in my brain…
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Originally posted here, for a contest. Contest ends 7/26/17, spare me an upvote if you like!
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