Forist's not good at staying dead and the mug's along for the ride. Ride 1: A coffin in someone's trunk. Ride 2: A military chopper full of killers.
Forist's not good at staying dead and the mug's along for the ride. Ride 1: A coffin in someone's trunk. Ride 2: A military chopper full of killers.
First steps out of Hell…
Forist wakes up with a problem: a coffee mug is stuck to his hand. It's causing humans to splatter on contact, too. Ask his girlfriend, Jill. Oh wait... She's dead. Read by author, another Stephen King.
If your death could go on a “Callmark Card,” what would the punchline be?
Hope beyond hope lives in the Hands that are not ours, the Heart that won’t cease loving us. Even when we refuse it, running like mad, till our lungs burn like dead leaves in Autumn.
The thing most bro-types fight when they love Jesus, get married, then find out that nothing there’s the cure for those late-night web wants.
“The slivers on every hard spot of my body wept that bright, angry red.”
Sad story, happy-ish ending.
End -> Nigh
“Tort Law!”
“Kanna had a serious problem.”
“Wenden had a problem.”
“Call me VAK, for short.”
“Christin had a bit of a problem.”
Blame “Agent P.”