Here is a guest post from our dear friend, Lit Pet.
Boww…wooww….I stood by a telephone booth, half expecting someone to pick me up. The day before yesterday, the day of my birth, I realized that the world is a hard place to get on with. Therefore, I decided to find a way to get connected with the inner me, the self. You might think I want to achieve some self-realization. Hell, no! Boww..woowww….The only way I could tolerate the hideousness of this world is through finding something else to look at and focus. It helps in diverting my attention. A great deal of diversion was music. Then, occasionally, I listened to Adale, and started crying. That was why I decided to find something else. Well, so I searched and wandered the streets.
Up the northern side, near thethattukada, was a telephone booth. A left turn from that telephone booth could lead you to the ‘police ground’. There was no police there, when I reached there. Instead, I found a circus company. I cannot write its name here. They have eyes looking everywhere, suing everyone for using names and all. Boww….wooowww…So I went inside. No tickets, if you ask me. But they would make you take one anyway. However, the one advantage of being a dog is that you don’t need to take tickets where a human being is at the ticker counter. Moron.
That’s where I heard a nerd talk about this. Stephen King is up to something different, from his usual scary paranormal stuff.
The bestselling author of Carry and It has come up with a piece of crime thriller—Joyland.
In a small-town North Carolina amusement park in 1973, college student Devin Jones comes to work as a carny and confronts the legacy of a vicious murder, the fate of a dying child, and the ways both will change his life forever.