![]() The boy’s eyes stared up into the white sky, and as Dave staggered away toward the others already running pell-mell down the street, they began to fill with rain. A knob of bone, horribly bright, peeked through the torn cloth. ![]() Blood flowed into the stormdrain from the tattered hole where his left arm had been. The left side of George’s slicker was now bright red. Gardener grabbed him by the back of the slicker, pulled him into the street.and began to scream himself as George's body turned over in his hands. George's shoulder socked against the cement of the curb and Dave Gardener, who had stayed home from his job at The Shoeboat that day because of the flood, saw only a small boy in a yellow rain-slicker, a small boy who was screaming and writhing in the gutter with muddy water surfing over his face and making his screams sound bubbly.Įverything down here floats,' that chuckling, rotten voice whispered, and suddenly there was a ripping noise and a flaring sheet of agony, and George Denbrough knew no more.ĭave Gardener was the first to get there, and although he arrived only forty-five seconds after the first scream, George Denbrough was already dead. They float,' it growled, 'they float, Georgie, and when you’re down here with me, you’ll float, too–' His screams were shrill and piercing, and all up and down Witcham Street people came to their windows or bolted out onto their porches. George craned his neck away from that final blackness and began to scream into the rain, to scream mindlessly into the white autumn sky which curved above Derry on that day in the fall of 1957. It held George’s arm in its thick and wormy grip, it pulled George toward that terrible darkness where the water rushed and roared and bellowed as it bore its cargo of storm debris toward the sea. I love the movies, and when I go to see a movie that’s been made from one of my books, I know that it isn’t going to be exactly like my novel because a lot of other people have interpreted it. They float,' the thing in the drain crooned in a clotted, chuckling voice. And in real life endings aren’t always neat, whether they’re happy endings, or whether they’re sad endings. What he saw then was terrible enough to make his worst imaginings of the thing in the cellar look like sweet dreams what he saw destroyed his sanity in one clawing stroke. Yes, sure,' George said, looking into the stormdrain.Īnd a balloon? I’ve got red and green and yellow and blue.'įloat?' The clown’s grin widened. ![]() With this line drawn, we can have an existence that is satisfied by these rules. A bright tie, electric-blue, flopped down his front, and on his hands were big white gloves, like the kind Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck always wore. Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.’ The world works with a set of rigid rules that creates what we term the possible and impossible. He was wearing a baggy silk suit with great big orange buttons. ![]() 'I only repeat myself because you really do not seem that eager.' He held it up, smiling. When all the missing pieces of your life are found, put together with glue of memory and reason, there. But I think there are a set of experiences that turn a potential writer into a working writer, and then there are places in your life where you start to recognize what you want to do. “Want your boat, Georgie?' Pennywise asked. ![]()
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