Three IT Poems

These poems are written for my dear DeviantART friend, Angie! This is because of the amount of pictures of Patrick she has drawn for me in requests, so I thought I'd better give her something in return for all the lovely drawings! I've got one for three of her IT pairings, Henry/Patrick, Vic/Belch and Eddie/Richie.

Bird Boy

Here's a poem somebody requested on FanFiction.net for their favourite character from IT, Stanley Uris!

Funhouse Chapter 2

WARNING: SOME PARTS MAY BE NSFW!

Chapter 2

1

It was almost sundown and the sky blazed in fiery shades of ochre and golden orange. A large, muscular boy with greased black hair was crouching, sweating in the bushes as if to sneak up on someone. He watched as Patrick Hockstetter sprinted off to Derry’s Dump. Sweat was running off the younger boy’s ghostly face because of the humidity and the skin on the nape of his neck was slick with perspiration. He appeared to be grinning like a Cheshire cat, even from the far distance Henry Bowers was hiding from. Henry shuddered.

‘Too bad it’s that damn curfew soon.’ Henry grumbled under his breath, ‘Now I won’t get a chance to beat the shit outta Hockstetter!’ He waited listening to the cicadas screeching and crying. Two minutes. Five minutes. Good... Patrick will be so busy with that Corgi puppy he had bundled in his arms, that he won’t even notice me.

Hockstetter had barely even reached the gate before he stopped all of a sudden. He just stood there staring up at the piles of junk and squashed cars towering high above his eye-level. Seagulls laughed overhead as the smell of the dump hit him at full blow. Sea salt was mingled in there somewhere and Henry felt nauseous thinking of all the dead fish and abandoned seaweed on the nearby waste land that the locals called the beach.

Henry could tell Patrick was laughing silently. Does he know I’m here?! he panicked, eyes widening as he ducked even further out of sight. Moistening his dry lips, the greaser thought of a plan. If he turns around now and sees me… I’ll kill him. Swear to god I will.

Promptly, Patrick took off again. His hiking boots teared at the blades of grass as he zipped past faster than before. Henry noticed some variety of plasters and bruises scattered across the boy’s milky calves. ‘The stupid kid must trip over a lot, runnin’ like that!’ he snickered, not noticing he was blowing his cover by talking to himself. Henry hardly even knew he was doing it - it just came naturally from his father’s influence.

The only reason I’m here is cuz’ I forgot those fucking summer school books from the other day. Bowers thought, Stupid teacher’s been nagging me all afternoon. If I just wait for him to go, then I can grab my books and get home. To hell with the curfew!

However curiosity over took Henry – and he found himself drawn to follow Patrick from a safe distance. It had always intrigued Henry how the boy was so obviously looney-bin-material, yet didn’t even know it!

Patrick could feel somebody watching him. It was so darn obvious that he couldn’t help but giggle! The Corgi struggled in his grasp (the unfortunate puppy previously called Benji was newly named Mr Chops by the little psychopath carrying him), howling and barking to escape, foaming at the mouth.

‘Shut up, Mr Chops!!’ Patrick squealed giving Mr Chops a soft pinch, ‘You’re gonna be just fine!’ He giggled, giving the puppy his few last cuddles before his inevitable doom. Usually all animals try to escape Patrick’s death bottle. Yet only one or two have actually managed to get away! After the animal’s finally died Patrick hauls the stiff corpses out and into a nearby bush. Flies are drawn to that part of the dump like a moth to a flame. It surprised Patrick that the police hadn’t found the Amana and bush full of stiffs sooner. Sometimes he wondered how long he had left before somebody important came knocking at his front door, demanding to take him away from his mother.

The rusty Amana door creaked open slowly and the sickly sweet smell of death washed over Patrick’s face. The odd boy’s expression crumpled in disgust, his eyes brightening, zany with shock. ‘We really need to clean out here, don’t we, Mr Chops?’ The puppy barked twice in agreement. The smile on Patrick’s face widened to an alarmingly manic grimace. He could hear footsteps now…

‘You’ll be staying here tonight.’ The boy continued, shrilly. He wasn’t going to stop for anybody. ‘Okay?’

‘Have fun in there!’ Henry heard Patrick titter. He glared and pulled a face as he noticed Patrick’s doodles on the floor…One of them was a heart with his initials enclosed within… The rest were of creepy clowns and other disturbing imagery. His doodles were almost like a young child’s but slightly more mature, almost skilled if you were into that kind of sinister art.

‘How fuckin’ creepy!’ Henry remarked, lighting a cigarette with his dad’s lighter. All the cool kids did it nowadays… Patrick hesitated. He knew his friend was there, yet he wanted to keep the pretend game going. It was more fun that way! He was just about to grab a rag from nearby when suddenly he felt a clammy hand on his shoulder. Before the boy could peer cautiously around, he found himself lurching forwards and face-planting the ground.

‘Jerk!’ He yelled, picking himself up. Dust and mud covered his brand new clothes. ‘Simpleton.’ Henry shot back, glaring over at him. The smell of the corpses was unbearable now. Henry actually felt quite sick.

How could Patrick love hanging out here? It’s disgusting! the older boy noted. Derry Dump was actually like a second home to the psychopath - he divided his time between his bedroom at home, summer school and the dump. Not many people go here in the middle of July, so Patrick was quite safe to do what he pleases whenever he pleases.

‘I want to talk to you, Hockstetter. But most of all, I want you to get something for me, got it!?’ Henry decided to take control and break the silence creeping in between them.

The younger boy simply bobbed his head once. His expression was flat and uncaring. Good. Like I care what Patrick feels.

‘I want you to fuck off, Patrick,’ He started, feeling himself getting tense, ‘All this time you’ve been bugging me. Fucking annoying! Why can’t you go all creepy on someone else?!’ The greaser didn’t care that he was sounding childish. Patrick humiliated him in front of his friends so he was gonna have to pay! Anybody else would have been hurt at this cruel rejection. Patrick, however wasn’t. He was a terribly emotionally distant child, so not much can get him all worked up. A smile grew on his face instead of the trembling lower lip Henry was anticipating.

‘Hurt me if you want, Henry. I don’t care…and I… won’t leave you alone!’ His smile was wide and complacent, ‘I’m not scared of you.’

The greaser made as if to hit the boy, but Patrick quickly evaded the punch. ‘What did ya want me to find, anyway, Henry?’

All the fury left Henry’s mind. ‘What’re you goin’ on about, you fucking pansy?’

This could be a good opportunity. I could get him to do whatever I wanted.

2

Half an hour had passed, in which Henry watched smugly watched Patrick Hockstetter scrabble about in the junk for his text books. It had taken bit of work to find them of course. The boys loved their school work as much as a monkey loves jazz.

Throughout those thirty minutes both boys had each considered murdering each other. It would be so easy, and who would care if mean old Henry Bowers were to disappear?! To the Derry Police he’d have just been one of the missing… Eddie Corcoran, little Georgie Denbrough, Matthew Clements, Veronica Grogan… Does anybody actually know what happened to them, and the morbid fact that they had actually been eaten alive by a clown living in the sewers? Nope, only the Losers Club know about that and they aren’t exactly keen to share.

Patrick and Henry spent another ten minutes listening to the scratching and whining noises coming from the fridge. Slowly the sounds were beginning to fade… Patrick grinned in satisfaction. His work here was done! Without saying a word, Patrick left the older boy to stare after him as he tore off home. Patrick didn’t particularly care for Bowers. Nor did he care to say goodbye to him. To Patrick, social etiquette just didn’t come naturally at all! Not much was said in the time the pair spent together, and Henry came to realise that Patrick was one of the quietest people he knew. Despite being quiet and soft spoken, Patrick had almost no basic understanding of manners. Yet neither did Henry, so he didn’t particularly mind Patrick’s curt demeanour. In fact, the only words that were passed between the boys were an agreement to meet same time tomorrow in an attempt to salvage more text books.

3

‘Good. You’re finally here, pansy.’ Henry remarked dryly as his younger companion skulked slowly towards him.

Patrick noticed something about his tormentor had changed. Instead of the usual angry blaze in Henry’s eyes, there was nothing but fatigue and defeat. His knees were drawn up to his usually strong chest and he was leaning against Patrick’s beloved fridge in a slump.

‘You’re weak.’ Patrick whispered huskily, standing over Henry in a daze. He didn’t particularly care if his comment sounded rather blunt and unsympathetic, Patrick just wanted to take advantage of the greaser’s weak state of mind.

For once Henry didn’t feel the need to lie. Yes. I am weak. Henry thought dolefully, shuffling further away from the boy. Patrick kept filling all the gaps Henry had put between them. Closer he could see the deep purples and greens Oscar Bowers had left on his son’s face.

‘Yeah? So what!?’ Henry hissed in reply, ‘Now are you going to get my books or just fuckin’ stare at me?’

Patrick slipped out of his day dream and skipped off to search for a text book about the French Revolution. His sometimes-friend watched him sleepily. In front of Patrick, Henry felt like he could relax. Unlike with Victor and Belch he didn’t feel like he had to act big and tough. Closing his eyes, Henry napped lightly for a while. The previous two nights had been hectic with all the visions of monster clowns on the moon. These hallucinations scared Henry witless. Voices whispered to him from all corners of the room, telling him things - things that would drive you to do the craziest of things.

4

A while passed in which Henry woke to find Patrick huddled to his left. The sun was already down and the sky was strewn with purples and blacks. Soon the moon would arrive to take its place… Terror stabbed at Henry’s heart. The entire colour drained from his face, making him look as pale as a frightened ghost.

‘Hmm~?’ Patrick murmured, peering up at Henry in curiosity. He placed a timid hand on the older boy’s lower arm in comfort. (Patrick had often seen his mom do this to his dad when he comes in from work all stressed out.)

Bowers blinked in surprise. ‘Don’t touch me!’ He snarled, slapping his hand away. ‘Fine.’ Patrick retorted huffily.

The darkness was setting in now – and Henry could see the ghastly moon rising slowly from behind the murky sea. He didn’t want to touch Patrick directly, but he needed just a little bit of reassurance… ‘Shit…’ He muttered and clenched the sleeve of Patrick’s cotton T-shirt with an iron grip. His knuckles had turned to white.

You didn’t need to be able to see perfectly in the dark to know that Patrick Hockstetter was smirking. Repressing a giggle he attempted to get even closer to Henry, who promptly pushed him away with a garbled trail of insults.

‘Not so close, Hockstetter! Fuck off!’ He growled giving Patrick one of his infamous Chinese burns on natural impulse (that practically all the kids at Derry Elementary had experienced!), which just made Patrick burst out spluttering with laughter. This simply made Henry even more enraged.

‘Fuck you, I’m going home.’ Henry hissed, grabbing his text books and rushing through the dumps gates, not even waiting to see Patrick’s response. The darkened sunflowers nodded lazily in the sudden breeze, causing Henry to flinch. Throughout his journey home, the greaser had a strange sensation …… like something was slinking about in the shadows behind him. Creeping up on him - joining into the confused mix of word salad coming from the moon. The boy couldn’t help but to be glad to reach home despite all the hell he goes through in there.

Funhouse Chapter 1

Last year I was making a Henry Bowers x Patrick Hockstetter fancomic, but recently I've decided it's just taking too long to draw out... ^^; So I'm writing it as a fanfiction instead! :D I enjoyed drawing it, it's just it stresses me out. From now on I'm going to post my original and fan-made stories here on my blog, along with all my usual stuff. Soon there shall be another fanfiction based on the same series called Summertime Blues. Characters belong to Stephen King. WARNING: SOME PARTS MAY BE NSFW.

Chapter 1

It was mid-afternoon and Henry Bowers was out at the port with his small gang of close greaser friends. He often used this as an excuse to hide from his deranged father after summer school. Henry’s dark hair was slicked and gelled back into a DA, a style rather popular with the greaser boys this season. Everywhere he went, Henry carried a little tube of Pomade in his jeans pocket - it helped to keep up his appearance. After all, the boy wanted to maintain his reputation as a greaser. His deep brown eyes were squinted against the sun yet you could still see the small glint of mischief in them. His lips were twisted into a boyishly cruel smirk; the expression of a five year old pulling the wings off a fly, or even a sadist taunting their prey. Like his peers, Henry was obsessed with Elvis Presley and tried his best to imitate his leather-clad biker and blue jeans look. Of course, working on a farm wasn’t as glamorous as Henry could have wanted (certainly not like the rock star fantasies he often had) but it gave him a muscular build - he had that to be grateful at least. For a fourteen year-old boy, most of the girls supposed Henry Bowers was handsome. Maybe some of the girls would have a crush on him if he weren’t so intimidating? Either way, Henry wasn’t too bothered about what the girls thought of him - he only cared for what his father would think and would walk on egg shells for the rest of his life just to make his old man happy.

The sun glinted off Henry’s switch-knife, of which he was gazing at dreamily, flicking it open and closed with the press of a button. His two rather odd-looking friends watched worriedly, the tallest ones’ frown deepening, the shorter one casting his eyes anywhere but at Henry, his expression almost pained with anxiety. Both teenage boys stood stock still almost as if they were soldiers waiting for instructions from their Sargent. Both looked although they were dealing with quite a lot of physical pain, hardly daring to move, hardly daring to breathe. Upset Henry and you could never be sure what would happen. He was that unpredictable. So unpredictable in fact, that both his friends were terrified of saying anything a vast majority of the time.

‘Hey, Henry!’ A small, slightly chubby 12 year old boy suddenly popped out of nowhere, making Henry Bowers flinch out of his day dream. Hockstetter. Why would he of all people fucking talk to me?! I thought I told him to keep outta my sight! His voice sounded shockingly peppy and headache-inducing to Henry, who gritted his teeth to stop himself from lashing out already.

Patrick Hockstetter was crazy. That, everybody knew. Even the teachers had to be wary of what they said or did around Patrick - he was just so odd. So confused with little grip on reality. How did his parents keep from sending him away to be inspected? Nobody had a clue, and truth be told, none of his classmates had any idea what Patrick’s home-life was like. His parents must be as mad as he is, Mrs Reichs, their homeroom teacher often mused in between marking Patrick’s extremely muddled test papers. As Patrick had a rather perplexing mindset that he were the only true being in existence, he had a rather narcissistic opinion of himself compared with his greaser acquaintance. The two were constantly clashing, and Henry wondered why he even invited the boy out to play with them in the first place. Pity… That was more than likely the answer. Everything from Patrick’s half-hearted attempt at slicking back his blond hair in greaser style, to his dusty green eyes and his pallid moon-face to his broad, slightly parted livery-lipped smile irritated Henry. And God! Don’t even get him started on Patrick’s eyelashes! Henry was almost certain that Patrick wore his mother’s mascara to school. He was far too feminine to even be a boy in Henry’s opinion - and Henry didn’t hang with girls as much as he could help it.

The boy giggled and came bopping even closer as if he were some sort of cheerful puppy, or one of those little shits from Derry Elementary. A Labrador. Yes, that suits him rather well! I thought I told that flako to keep the fuck outta my sight!

‘Oh look! If it isn’t the sissy boy!’ Henry retorted cattily, causing his cronies to jeer and shriek with malicious laughter. A devilish leer lit up Henry’s slightly messy features, making him look almost handsome.

This didn’t seem to cause any distress to the young boy – he simply smiled in his usual porky vacant manner. He was used to the greaser’s taunting. They had been in each others class for just over a year now when Henry got moved back into 6th grade for misbehaving. In fact, nothing seemed to bother Patrick Hockstetter! When Patrick was only 5 years old he slowly suffocated Avery, his baby brother, out of jealousy because he thought he would be replaced in his parent’s hearts. Age 6 he found the joys of killing insects with his mother’s sewing needles. Currently Patrick has become verging on Psychopathy, torturing stray dogs and cats by locking them up in a rusty old Amana fridge in Derry Dump. Being a mostly emotionless boy, life just goes on for crazy old Patrick.

Fortunately for Patrick, practically nobody knows about his dirty little secret just yet. Apart from just one person. Bowers. I suppose you could say their friendship is a little bit flawed. Mostly based on threats and nothing more.

‘Have you come to finish your job?’ Henry drawled, feeling his cheeks flush a little. More hysterical laughter from Victor and Belch. Those two boys didn’t even understand what Henry meant by ‘job’. They simply laughed because Henry was their leader and they looked up to him and whatever shitty things he does, no matter how sickening or dangerous.

‘… If yoouu want..’ Patrick smiled and did some odd little bounce on the spot, making him look slightly hyperactive. Victor and Belch were shrieking now. Tears threatened to spill from Belch’s eyes as he clutched the edge of the wall for support. Victor was hiding his face in his arms, slumped over in hysterics on the sea wall. Small sobbing noises were made but to Patrick they sounded a little too loud.

‘CUTE! REAL CUTE!!’ Henry ranted down at the younger boy, shoving him into a nearby tree. Patrick’s dusty green eyes flickered up at Henry’s dark ones in surprise. ‘Why does Henry hate me so much?’ Patrick thought drowsily, not quite sure what he did this time. Although, he had to admit the last time he was alone with Henry things got a little too heated a little too soon.

Grabbing Patrick’s upper arm roughly, Henry pinned him up against the tree trunk. Digging his nails into the boy’s flesh, he grinned in satisfaction. Being a sadist he simply loved to bring pain to others. Especially younger children. Slitted moons remained in Patrick’s skin, leaving thin wells of scarlet where his blood came to the surface. When Henry slid his hand away the blood smudged down Patrick’s arm like thin amounts of warpaint. A moment passed with the older boy staring stoically at Patrick, pondering what he should do to hurt him. The thought of killing Patrick thrilled the greaser! ‘I can’t kill him here… It’s too public.’ Henry whispered to himself, mouthing the words under his breath. Patrick looked up at him in confusion. This irritated the greaser to no end. The baby fag has such long eyelashes! Like a girl!

‘If I see you around again I’ll knock your block off! Fuckin’ pansy!’ Henry eventually decided to say and swung his fist around with no warning. It connected with Patrick’s button nose with a dull crunching noise.

The smile faded slowly off the boy’s face and turned into a sick grimace. ‘Doesn’t hurt.’ He mumbled haughtily as the greaser gang disappeared. Probably to find bigger and better people to bully. Like the Losers for example. Henry really hated them.

Leaning on the sea wall Patrick slipped back into his almost permanent state of vacancy. The bright sun reflected off the deep blue of the sea, and straight into his eyes. It would be a perfect summer day if it wasn’t for the blood slowly seeping out of Patrick’s nose. Cursing Henry under his breath, Patrick turned around to see a tiny black kitten staring up at him. Her eyes were wide and green, almost like Patrick’s own but somehow more vibrant.

Patrick doesn’t try to find trouble. No, seemingly trouble seeks him. And this time trouble was in the form of some innocent baby animal. Mewling softly the kitten began to wrap itself around his legs, twisting and turning around in figures of eight. The kitten’s fur was so soft and Patrick wanted to run his hands through it just to test it’s texture. Cats felt different to dogs you see, and Patrick knew right away he was more of a cat lover. Her purring sounded just like Mr Prendergast’s lawn mower to Patrick. He tittered, beginning to imagine what he should do to the poor kitty.

‘C’mere little kitty. I won’t hurt you!’ he leered, pulling out a clammy, pallid hand in greeting. The kitten leapt energetically onto the seawall, and lapped at Patrick’s hand affectionately. A cruel, girlish giggle escaped the boy’s mouth as he played with it, teasing and petting her fur.

I would quite like to have a pet cat, thought Patrick, although I’d probably end up killing it. He cocked his head in the kitten’s direction. Mom wouldn’t be pleased, he added grimly. Suddenly the cat woke him from his thoughts with a sharp nip to the wrist. ‘Hey!’ Patrick exclaimed as she used him as a launch pad and ran off into the trees.

For a second he considered sprinting after her, but all of a sudden it occurred to Patrick that if he kills even one more animal, he’d be in danger of being sent to the state mental asylum - Juniper Hills. Lots of kids in Patrick’s class bullied him, warning him that he’d end up there if he didn’t stop acting so strangely. Patrick didn’t want to go there - he’d miss his mom too much - but he didn’t exactly know how to act ‘normal’, whatever the definition of normal was. His mom just told him to ‘Be yourself!’ and the boy couldn’t help but think that was the most god-damned awful advice he’d ever heard!

‘Henry knows about my secret… I should just go home, forget about it…’ He muttered to himself, eyes glued to the pavement, ‘He’ll tell. And if he does… I’ll tell everybody that he broke Eddie’s arm!’ Being a mostly lonely boy, Patrick often talked to himself. Sometimes in public. It would often get him into trouble at school and sent to his room at home without any dinner.

Students at Derry Elementary have never really seen him with any friends before. Yet just the other day Patrick was hanging out with the infamous Henry Bowers and his cronies! This gave him some odd sort of pride, despite the fact they were almost caught breaking the unfortunate Eddie Kaspbrak’s arm. That had been great fun! Patrick had to admit that at least. It was a cheap thrill that had made the world seem less in black, white and grey. A thrill that had made Patrick realise just how much he liked Henry Bowers; how much he wanted to be his greatest friend or even more. Everything between Henry and Patrick had been going fine (they hardly ever got into any fights… well, any serious fights) until just yesterday.

That day had changed everything for Patrick… For it was the first time he felt sheer panic. Henry knew... Knew about his test animals! If he should ever tell anyone, Patrick would be taken away with all the other mad children to Juniper Hills. And there’s no way in hell Patrick could ever let that happen! He would do whatever it takes to befriend Bowers and keep his secret safe.

Grabbing his leather satchel from a high branch off a tree (Belch Huggins had thrown it up there to add insult to injury) Patrick bounced off home in hopes for iced tea.

Spring's Here And I'm Still Failing!

But I'm still drawing wintery-styled pictures. It's annoying. I always write down what I want to draw, but it seems to morph into something different every time.
I think it's my laziness - and also the fact that I always rush to finish what I'm drawing!
 Ok! So my goal for the rest of the year is to think about quality, not quantity! :D

I think this goes well with my starry BG!

This picture was meant to be a coloured sketch, but for some reason it turned into a fully coloured picture. I love doing sketches but I get really OCD about the line work! So it turned out actually quite neat. It was meant to be a pic of Aika in her Innocent World dress, but I felt like doing a shiro lolita instead. Oh yeah, and the 'sweet rain' part was inspired by this song by Y&CO. :)

It was my sister's birthday on the 2nd (she's 10!), and I had a really nice time, but I ended up in hospital again as I had something like a fit/seizure. Another example of me failing! Damn my stupid brain!

Also! I'm starting to draw my fancomic, Funhouse, again! (It's a fancomic/doujin of Stephen King's IT with the pairing Henry x Patrick. My favourite book.) I wanted to have a week off drawing in black and white - it get's dull after a while - but it turned into a two month break. Whhhyyyy? Why do I lose track of time in such a bad way???

Random pages

 Check out the rubbishness! XD You can read it at my website or at my Deviant Art account if you want to scar your eyeballs. :)

Carrie by Stephen King

This book was fairly short. I think I finished it in about two days... I watched the film first and really enjoyed it, and I actually think I like it better than the book. XD Well, the special effects in the film are kinda bad to nowadays standards, but it had more emotion in my opinion.

I love this photo. The colours and lights are beautiful.

In the book it didn't take very long for Carrie to completely lose it. I mean, it told us of the many years that she's been bullied by the people in her school, and the abuse from her mother - but I think it should have included a bit more in the present day...
Whereas in the film it had a little bit extra if I can remember, and showed the detentions that the bullies got.

Carrie is a teenage girl that's bullied by almost everyone in her school. She seems pretty average. Average school-work, average looks. However she has the special powers of telekinesis!
Little by little, other people seem to notice that. Like Miss Desjardin, the PE teacher who looks out for Carrie, and Carrie's mother.

Carrie's mother is a religious fanatic. She locks Carrie up in a cupboard and beats her when she's 'bad'. Her opinion of bad is having breasts, or coming on a period by the way... She's really insane!

A prom at Carrie's school is coming up and Sue Snell, a girl who bullied Carrie, decided to make her Boyfriend (Tommy) accompany Carrie as she felt bad for what happened. I thought that was kinda sweet, but kinda odd to be honest. What would she do if they got together or something?

At the prom, all goes really well and the reader feels really happy for Carrie. Tommy and Carrie get along really well, and suddenly everyone starts being really nice to her of course. I started to think everything would be okay and her life would be so much better after this evening, but this is Stephen King we're talking about here. So no. XD

The girl that made Carrie's life a misery really outdid herself now. She, along with her greaser boyfriend, set up a trap for when Carrie and Tommy were voted Prom King and Queen. It involved pig blood all over them and total humiliation.
In the film there is that really long walk up to the stage with Carrie beaming beautifully around at everyone. It was amazing and suspenseful at the same time, and made the prank even more heartbreaking! In the book I think it was a bit rushed and short-lived.

Then chaos breaks loose. In the film I had no idea what was going on! I didn't know the prom-goers were being electrocuted and just thought they were getting their clothes ruined by the water pipes! XD However in the book it really explains how they died in good detail. ALSO, in the book, the whole town is destroyed, not just the school prom!

Overall I enjoyed it, don't get me wrong. I just wanted it to be longer!

Misery by Stephen King

Yep, here's another of my rubbish book reviews with lots of spoilers... Sorry XD
 Well firstly, this book has had me in suspense the whole way through. I became obsessed with it. Literally. I couldn't put it down. I think it may be my 2nd favorite Stephen King book for this reason.

Throughout the whole book I was terrified for the author, Paul, and what would happen to him whilst living in hostage! I think Annie (the kidnapper) was Bipolar. I can't remember though. She was terrifying in the way she acted motherly, happy and kind some days, and the next she would be depressed, chopping your leg off for the slightest mistake you made or re-breaking your already shattered legs!  

Paul Sheldon was the famous author of the 'Misery' series, and had many fanatic female fans. Annie Wilkes was no exception. She was OBSESSED to the point that she would kidnap the author. However, we find out that she was an ex-nurse that has actually killed many patients before. She got put on trial for murder but got off somehow and moved to the mountains in Maine (interestingly there was a reference to the Overlook Hotel from The Shining!).

 Anyway... Paul was involved in a car crash near the mountains, and was knocked unconscious with two completely shattered legs. The amount of detail explaining this poor guy's legs was rather gross, to be honest! And the way they never healed properly as well... Ugghhh D: Poor guy!
Annie found him and brought him to her secluded home in the mountains. She put some intra-venous tubes into his arms and fed him that way until he regained consciousness, and made a make-shift brace for his legs.

The guy woke up to a kind and caring Annie who brought him painkillers (which he later became addicted to. I've been there! XD In hospital I had 8 a day and none of them worked!!), fed him and talked to him. They appeared to be friends. However Annie had something planned for him!
At first I thought she wanted them to become lovers, as she did seem to have a little crush on him, after all he is her favourite author. But instead she made him write her a special book about Misery. 

So, Paul got steadily better, with a few mishaps on the way.
Whenever he angers Annie, she would lash out in a really sadistic way. Including; the chopping off of limbs, refusal to give him the much needed painkillers and hitting his healing legs.
However he manages to get out of his sick room sometimes whilst Annie is in her 'laughing place'. It's those moments that the tension kills me! I'm like 'Ahhhhhh! What if she gets back, Paul! Hurry up!' and almost shaking my Kindle! XD

It's the ending that really scares me though...

Edit - I've created a roleplaying blog on Tumblr (one of my latest crazes! I've been following an amazing Patrick Hockstetter RP blog for ages now.) for the character Annie Wilkes! 

The Shining by Stephen King

I've had a lot of time to read lately, and I finished the Shining by Stephen King a few days ago. I really loved it, however I watched the film before reading the book, and that spoilt things a little.
The Shining is about a family of three moving into a hotel in the mountains for the winter, as the father, Jack, has just got a new job there as a caretaker.
There is a little boy named Danny, who has an imaginary friend called Tony. I think he could have been Schizophrenic, but I'm not sure. He definitely has a sixth sense, which he and Halloran call 'the shine'.  His mother, Wendy, is pretty normal but she can never pluck up the courage to divorce Jack. I liked her though because she was very defensive of Danny. Jack is a alcoholic who really can't hold down a job! He got fired from his old job as a university professor because he abused one of the students. When Danny was younger, he broke his arm as a hot-headed punishment for spilling his papers. Jack is also trying to get his literature out there as he is a play-writer. However he can't do that either.
Whilst staying in the Overlook Hotel in the mountains, all is well until Jack gets frustrated and learns of the gory history that the Overlook had. Meanwhile, Danny is having visions of the hotels 'residents', such as the dead woman in room 217 and the dead twin girls. Slowly over time, tension builds between the family and Jack begins to reflect on his childhood - where his own father had been a drunkard and a abusive person - and begin to sympathise with his father's volatile actions.
He takes it upon himself to carry out punishments on his family. This includes hunting them down and beating them to death with a Roque mallet... Obviously there is a big fight and Wendy and Danny only just manage to escape with Halloran's help.
The plot overall was really creepy! And the ending of the book was just so sweet!

IT by Stephen King

I just finished Stephen King's IT whilst I was on holiday in America.

IT is about a child-eating clown living in the sewers of a town called Derry in Maine. Derry has a very violent past, as we find out in Mike Hanlon's diary entries.
A group of school children; Bill (the leader), Eddie, Ben, Stan, Richie, Mike and Beverly set out to kill Pennywise as revenge for murdering Bill's younger brother, Georgie. These children are called the Losers as they see themselves as having flaws that make them uncool... I don't think they're that bad, as I have a stutter and I don't get bullied or anything...
As well as being a creepy-ass clown, Pennywise can transform into your very living nightmare! Say if you had a phobia of a certain horror film such as Frankenstein or something, he could morph into Frankenstein, the Creature from the Black Lagoon, Dracula etc.
The Losers have to juggle a bully named Henry Bowers - who seems to have gone completely psycho during the summer - and his gang of friends. Henry Bowers is interesting as whenever the Losers don't have Pennywise to take care of, he always seems to show up with sadistic intentions.  He has a crazy abusive father that isn't choosy as to whom he abuses. The thing I found sad was that Henry seemed to achieve his father's love through being just racist/sexist/anti-Semite/homophobic as he is. Maybe if Butch Bowers had been a good, caring father then Henry could have been normal and maybe even a nice person...
One of Henry's friends is a twelve year-old boy named Patrick Hockstetter. He is one disturbing kid! When he was five, he murdered his baby brother, and found great pleasure in doing so! Thriving on that joy, he became a fully-fledged psychopath and started killing as a sick kind of hobby. Starting out impaling beetles and squishing flies, he then moved on to suffocating cats and dogs in this refrigerator, left abandoned in a dump.
The thing I found amusing was the part where there was a gay sex scene between Patrick and Henry. Henry is a very homophobic, sexist and racist boy - so I found it odd that he let Patrick do that to him! I ship this anyway! XD  
I really loved it as it was set in 1958 (my favorite era!) and all the characters were interesting in their different ways! I even liked Pennywise despite all the nightmares I've had about her. *shudders*