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21be7b8
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Go then, there are other worlds than these.
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jon-jake-chambers
tower
stephen-king
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Stephen King |
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670b7b9
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This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heaven. At night the owls made of it an echoing throat; by day it stood voiceless and cast its long shadow.
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owl
tower
purple
ruin
gothic
description
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Mervyn Peake |
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2d4dc6d
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Once again there was the desert, and that only.
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man
dark
tower
chambers
deschain
gunslinger
jake
roland
stephen
desert
king
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Stephen King |
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0e16360
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So through endless twilights I dreamed and waited, though I knew not what I waited for. Then in the shadowy solitude my longing for light grew so frantic that I could rest no more, and I lifted entreating hands to the single black ruined tower that reached above the forest into the unknown outer sky. And at last I resolved to scale that tower, fall through I might; since it were better to glimpse the sky and perish, than to live without even beholding day.
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solitude
light
tower
forest
sky
waiting
longing
unknown
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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82ffaa9
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It was darker in the tower than any place Devnee had ever been. The dark had textures, some velvet, some satin. The dark shifted positions. The dark continued to breathe. The breath of the tower lifted her clothing like the flaps of a tent, and sounded in her ears like falling snow. It's the wind coming through the double shutters, Devnee told herself. But how could the wind come through? There were glass windows between the inside and outside shutters. Or were there? The windows weren't just holes in the wall, were they? What if there was no glass? What if things crawled through those open louvers, crept into the room, blew in with the cold that fingered her hair? What creatures of the night could slither through those slats? She had not realized how wonderful glass was, how it protected you and kept you inside. She knew something was out there.
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shutters
windows
tower
glass
scary
vampire
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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d39ed44
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"Alecto, have you noticed how downhill this little island is becoming?" Mandy questioned sadly. "All these organic food stores and yoga studios and cellular phone towers... Cape Breton was one of the only places left where it still had that nostalgic small town atmosphere but now... I've only been away for a year, how could things have changed so quickly? I mean, how can the world accept it?" "C'est la vie," said Alecto, looking extremely tired as he stared out the window at the late November maple keys fluttering down from vibrantly red trees lining the streets on either side of the windshield."
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change
life
cell-phone
environmental
windshield
cape-breton
nova-scotia
organic
yoga
digital
tower
street
drive
car
modernity
technology
nostalgia
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Rebecca McNutt |