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I love reading, I always had my head in a book when I was really young, stuff like Roald Dhal and Harry Potter (which I both still love), now I'm more into Stephen King (in the picture I'm reading Salems Lot by Stephen King, it's my favourite by him)
I taught myself how to do bokeh on GIMP. It's my first attempt so I'm quite pleased with it even though it's nowhere near as good as I'd have liked to get it. The reason I'm sat in front of the kitchen door is because I thought the light was pretty haha And the glasses are 3D glasses with the lenses poked out ;)
I attended a campaign "kick-off" for a local politician at Thornewood Castle in Lakewood on Sunday. Instead of mingling with the politicos in attendance I was outside in the garden taking photos, lol...(I leave the business of politics to my mother, lol).
This is a shot I managed to get while enjoying the lovely flowers that were in bloom.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again,
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again.
Nikon F65. An Ilford film, but can't remember if it was Pan F Plus 50, FP4 Plus 125, or Delta 100 as it was quite a few years ago when I was there. I know it was definitely one of these as at this time I was only shooting Ilford films for B&W.
~from the manuscript in "The Shining"
So I finally watched Stanley Kubrick's "The Shining" based on the novel by Stephen King last night for the first time, and this shot just reminded me of that movie! This is Nemacolin Woodlands Resort, and we were there a few months ago for my birthday.
I took my original HDR and tried to make it a bit more spooky!
Thanks for stopping by my friends, and enjoy your Sunday!
" hmmm...Trick or Treat? ..? Do you wanna play with me, hmm..? Haha...no, you don't know who i am behind my beautiful and creepy mask..Come with me, we will have sooo many candies!! "
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This is the first picture of my little LIVING DEAD DOLL IT. I love his cute scary face!
This shows author Stephen King's home in Bangor, Maine. Note the bats, owl, and spider's web incorporated into the iron gate design.
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Che Dio mi conceda la serenità di accettare ciò che non posso cambiare, la tenacia di cambiare ciò che posso e la fortuna di non fare troppe cazzate.
Stephen King - Le notti di Salem
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Caessandrea, the curse of a teenage vampyre
Like some vampyric treasure huntress, she fed on the thrills the pursuit offered. Seeking out and stalking her type of fertile prey helped to quench the seemingly overwhelming desires that would engulf her. The trophies she attained, even though they supported her family financially, where actually quite trivial, even anti-climactic, when viewed through Cassandreas’s cunning eyes.
Coming soon
The curious chain of events that led up to an Occurrence at the Moonstone Formal
Kate, who had a private room in a corner of her family’s right wing, entered it at around 3 am. Exhausted from the prom, she laid back for a few moments to reflect on the rather hectic, and somewhat confused, events of the evening.
It all had happened at the Moonstone formal, an annual event put on by the trustees of an exclusive school that once was for poor children, but now catered to the sons of the very wealthy. And here is where, on the cusp of falling into dream, Kate’s contemplations grew.
Slowly Kate drifts off into a deep slumber. At first her dreams are happy and sweet, but soon, like the events that had taken place at the formal, they take on a darker tone.
As she thrashes in bed, a shadow moves over her, a ringed hand goes to her shoulder and Kate is once again calm. Silently, softly the shadowy form pulls Kate’s silky long hair away from her throat….
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Flashback to the Moonstone Formal earlier in the evening.
A girl with long reddish hair wearing a glittering copper coloured gown is dancing in the arms of a young man wearing a shiny grey satin shirt, and black Dockers. He is a stranger amongst the crowd, but whose natural charm soon let him win over the girls present, if not so much their male counterparts.
As the man smiles into the girls slightly slanted eyes, he holds her attention, as slowly he moves a hand from around her waist. The hand is clasped, holding onto a diamond bracelet that he had only minutes before removed from the delicate wrist of his current partner. The girl smiles back, seemingly swept up in his charismatic magnetism. He slips the bracelet into his pocket just as the song ends. Must you go she asks. Yes he said, I have one more lady on my dance card, not nearly as pretty as you, but then I must go, curfew you know. The pretty girl in the shimmering copper gown smiles, she knows he is fibbing, but appears not to care. Skip her, she purrs, that will give you fifteen minutes more, I’ll meet you out in the back garden, and will make it worth more than a single dance with some overly made up tart….
He smiles, go on first, I’ll give her my regrets he lies. The reddish haired copper gowned girl leaves him, and heads out towards the door.
Caess, short for her given name of Caessandrea, did not leave. Darting into a dark side corridor in a flurry of flashy copper, she took up a concealed position to watch. Sur enough, the bastard had taken Kates hand and was leading her to the dance floor. Caess watched as the fluid satin of Kate’s gown poured and moved along her wiggling figure, happy that she had snared a dance with the dashing stranger with the heavy foreign accent.
You should have left Caess hissed through the pointed canine fangs that had grown in accordance with her seething feelings. Casessandrea would have let him go with her bracelet if he would just have taken the opening she had given him. But now she have to put a stop to his antics. Le bâtard devrait avoir laissé suffisamment bien seul, Caess thought seething, but now he was after Kate’s jewels, and that simply would not be tolerated.
And sure enough, once Kate’s eyes were locked into her charming partners, he let a hand work its way up her back side, and with a simple flick of his fingers flicked op the clasp of the ruby necklace, that Kate had borrowed from her wealthy Mother. Whisking it magically away from the unwary girl in his grasp.
As soon as Caess saw what was happening she took action, turning away and marching to a group of young men hovering around a nearby table, a group that played for the school’s rugby team.
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End of Flashback, once again in Kate’s bedroom, where a shadow lurks.
The waning moon peeks from behind a heavy cloud, bathing the room in a misty bluish caste.
The waning moon peaks from a cloud, illuminated Kate’s Bedroom in a soft, misty blue light. The form hovering over her takes on colour. A copper coloured gown and long reddish hair outlines the young girl silently examining the now bare neckline of the soundly sleeping Kate.
Caessandrea, now in full vampyre mode, bends down, her long fangs hungrily sink themselves into the sweet, young flesh. It only lasts a minute, and replenished, Caess lifts up her head, looking around slowly, before bending down once again over Kate’s inert, still fancy dressed figure. .
The night stalker that now was Caess looked down upon her victim, the valuable ruby necklace, still draped around the sleeping girls throat. Its shiny redness almost matching the two bloody incisions just above the glittering rubies and diamonds of the expensive bauble Kate wore. Caess’s eyes sparkle as much as Kate’s jewels. The night is hers, and she is very much alive and in tune with all it’s secrets.
He should have left well enough alone, Caess again reflected, the arrogant rogue was given the opportunity to leave well enough alone, and escape with a profit, as it was….
The boys from the rugby team had caught up to him just as he was leaving. Unceremoniously emptying his pockets, and when the discovered what he had been doing, pretty much beat him to a pulpy mess.
The foreign accented strangers astounding haul was returned to their rightful owners, all women, consisting of a brace of bracelets, a pair of necklaces, and a large sparkly diamonded broach.
Not much time, the sun was just sending its awakening streaks into the horizon. Casessandrea lifted the clasp of the necklace Kate was wearing, and opening it, she slipped it off the dead to the world young lady. Then she took one of her twin bracelets. Giving attention to her open jewel chest, Cass selected three valuable pieces. Normally she would have only taken just the necklace, but the greedy rogue had opened a window of opportunity, and Cass was going to use every bit of it for her needs.
Caess left by the way she came, gliding noiselessly along the corridor and winding staircase. Out in the gardens she smiled wickedly to herself. The bastard had been so intent on lifting Casessandrea’s bracelet that he never felt Caesslift his wallet. She left it there, along the path, planting the evidence that pointed to him being the night burglar…..
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Casessandrea’s saga
Or
How she became a seventeen year old vampyre
Casessandrea had been born to thye manor. The first born of an old noble family, who occupying what was actually a medieval castle on a hill overlooking a small blue lake. When Caess was almost seventeen her father had been taken away from them at an all too young age, dying while fighting in the service of the king. Her family, forgotten by the courtiers had found themselves living a hardscrabble existence, barely maintaining ownership of their home.
Casessandrea’s family consisted of her dowager Grandmother, her frail Mother, younger siblings, a sister and twin boys who were not as yet of age. As the oldest, eleven though she was only just turning seventeen, Caess had felt obligated to find a way to support them, and keep the manor intact for the eldest of the twins. It was in search of fulfilling that obligation that Caess fell in with Brahme Davilen and his coven of vampires.
Caessandrea let Brahme turn her into a vampire when she realized her powers could be used to support her newly impoverished family, thus saving her family, along with their ancient castle. For her families honor and existence, she sacrificed a normal life for herself, keeping her sweet curse a secret, forever a teenager in appearance, but something much more in reality.
Caess still shivered deliciously as she remembered the hungering desire in Brahm’s red eyes as he bent down over her prostrate figure to make her one of his own. Sweeter than any lovers embrace, more tingling than ones first passion, Caess found herself on the cusp of almost all consuming ecstasy as his sharp fangs penetrated, and drank. Fire coursed through her veins as the metamorphosis consumed her, changing her into something that made Caess feel exhalted.
Caess now survives by befriending and feeding on the vibrant blood of teenage girls such as herself, picking nothing but the wealthy ones ;so she can steal some of their jewels which she successfully used to keep her family from ruin.
Le bâtard devrait avoir laissé suffisamment bien seu
(The bastard should have left well enough alone)
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Svalbard, 2016
Skansbukta, site of a former gypsum mine in Svalbard, is a couple of hours journey from Longyearbyen. There is a single cabin on the beach for rental for anyone who wants a really solitary holiday!
Recently, on Youtube, I’ve been watching clips of “an evening with” and/or “a conversation with” author Stephen King. I had no idea that he was so funny!
"Love is old slaughterer. Love is not blind. Love is a cannibal with extremely acute vision. Love is insectile, it is always hungry."
-Stephen King
Plymouth Fury (1956-58) Engine 318 cu in (5200cc) V8
Registration Number 575 UXG (First UK registration 2004, on an unused age related number allocated for Middlesborough)
PLYMOUTH SET
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From 1956 to 1958 the Fury was a sub-series of the Plymouth Belevedere. The 1957 models were restyled; longer, wider, with very large vertical tailfins and a new torsion bar front suspension and sales figures were boosted substantally. The 1957 and 1958, the 318 cu in (5.2 L) engine produced 290 hp (216 kW). with an optioal 350 cu in (5.7 L) called Golden Commando with two 4-bbl carburetors producing 305 hp available as a 1958 option.
The Fury name finally got its own model line in 1959 with the arrival of the 1st Generation Fury
Diolch yn fawr am 66,751,980 o olygfeydd anhygoel, mwynhewch ac arhoswch yn ddiogel
Thank you 66,751,980 amazing views, enjoy and stay safe
Shot 01.07.2018 at the American Car Show, Tatton Park, Manchester Ref 135-220
During the course of the story, It primarily appears in the form of Pennywise the Dancing Clown. King stated in a 2013 interview that he came up with the idea for Pennywise after asking himself what scared children "more than anything else in the world", and feeling that the answer was clowns.
This is for all the Stephen King movie fans out there.
Shot ultrawide desktop size. Somehow that punch of green just makes this for me.
Also Rule of Thirds in the House, here!
*Project Neverland is a way for us to show our love for Movies, TV Shows and Books. We make references, not cosplays.
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Ein großes Feld mit Steinen – als ich das erste Mal an diesen Ort kam, fiel mir schlagartig die Kurzgeschichte N. von Stephen King ein. Die ist übrigens in der Geschichtensammlung Sunset von 2008 zu finden. Und wer lesefaul ist, der mag vielleicht nach dem Online-Comic dieser Geschichte suchen, sogar das gibt's.
Zugegeben, die Kombination "Feld und Felsen" ist im Buch doch noch einmal etwas anders ausgemalt, aber ich komme eben ganz gerne mal auf schön schräge Assoziationen.
Dachte immer, es sind 8 Steine. Muss nochmal hin …
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A wide field with rocks – when I first came to this place, I instantly had to think of Stephen King's short story N. You can find this in the book Sunset from 2008, if interested. Or search for the online comic of this story, even that exists :-)
Well ok, the combination of "rocks and field" is coloured slightly different in the book, but sometime I love to have some weird associations.
Always thought there were 8 rocks? Have to return …
-Common ravens have coexisted with humans for thousands of years and in some areas have been so numerous that people have regarded them as pests. Part of their success as a species is due to their omnivorous diet: they are extremely versatile and opportunistic in finding sources of nutrition, feeding on carrion, insects, cereal grains, berries, fruit, small animals, nesting birds, and food waste.
New York, 2016
iPhone shot at the Clock Tower of the Edition Hotel off Madison Square Park in New York. The food was not bad either.
- Do you have honey?
- No, but I have a balloon. you want a nice red balloon?
- Yes, I want honey.
- Yes but no, ... I do not have honey, just a nice red balloon!
- Oh yes, then ... I want honey ...
- Naaan no honey, a balloon !!
- Okay for honey.
- Fuck but you're stupid or what! Honey no, ... balloon ... balloon ... just a fucking red balloon !!
So you want it?
- ... Yes, I do not mind ... this honey ...
- ... make you cum !!! I'm breaking ...
-And my honey ?...
- As-tu du miel ?
- Non, mais j'ai un ballon. tu veux un joli ballon rouge ?
- Oui, je veux bien du miel.
- Oui mais non, ... je n'ai pas de miel, juste un joli ballon rouge !
- Oh oui d'accord alors, ... je veux bien du miel ...
- Naaan pas de miel, un ballon !!
- D'accord pour le miel.
- Putain mais t'es con ou quoi !! Miel non, ... ballon ... ballon ... juste un putain de ballon rouge !!
Alors tu le veux ?
- ... Oui, je le veux bien ... ce miel ...
- ... T'faire foutre !!! J'me casse ...
-Et mon miel ?