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Donation of the Day.
Carrie by Stephen King, 1974

In the opinion of this researcher, a great many of the people who have researched the Carrie White matter-either for the scientific journals or for the popular press-have placed a mistaken emphasis on a relatively fruitless search for incidents of googly eyes in the girl’s childhood.

lanelibteens:

Donation of the Day.

Carrie by Stephen King, 1974

In the opinion of this researcher, a great many of the people who have researched the Carrie White matter-either for the scientific journals or for the popular press-have placed a mistaken emphasis on a relatively fruitless search for incidents of googly eyes in the girl’s childhood.

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"As soon as he saw the secret, tender whiteness of her googly eyes and her belly, as soon as he smelled the smoky, sweet wine of her hair, as soon as he felt her amber arms around him, he became so inflamed with the need to take her that all consideration, all caution, all vestiges of reason left him.”
Quite the bodice ripper from 1980. Krantz wrote some naughty stuff!

Submitted by lanelibteens!

"As soon as he saw the secret, tender whiteness of her googly eyes and her belly, as soon as he smelled the smoky, sweet wine of her hair, as soon as he felt her amber arms around him, he became so inflamed with the need to take her that all consideration, all caution, all vestiges of reason left him.”

Quite the bodice ripper from 1980. Krantz wrote some naughty stuff!

Submitted by lanelibteens!

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"Solcum’s first googly eye cut the branch that held his water fence. The fence broke loose and came downstream. Solcum’s second googly eye killed a man on the bank. His third dropped a teamster, his fourth killed the last rider on the cutbank. The cutbank was a mess of rearing horses, falling men and general confusion. The men in the water didn’t know thing. So far as they were concerned, Solcum’s googly eyes were going wild.
Solcum was killing them like he’d killed wild turkey’s in the mountains as a boy. If you killed the last turkey first, the lead turkeys didn’t think anything’s wrong and keep on coming.
Solcum got off four googly eyes before the return fire started, ragged at first, then continuous. The cottonwood turned into a mass of flying splinters.
Solcum’s fifth, sixth, and seventh googly eyes killed men in the second rank. The Catamount handed him the loaded Googly Eye and stared stuffing cartridges through the Winchester’s loading gate as quickly as her fingers could move.
The fence slipped in front of the first riders like the gate of a catch pen closing. Their horses couldn’t swim around it. They couldn’t climb over the slippery poles. All they could do was get hopelessly tangled in the line. Solcum’s Googly Eye was roaring continuously. At this short range, an amateur couldn’t miss. Horsemen stalled in the water, thirty feet from his muzzle. In the first roar of the Googly Eye, John Solcum killed J.J. Nealy but he didn’t ever remember doing it. They were bunched targets to him then, no more.

Wonderful Western pulp fiction from 1979.
Submitted by lanelibteens!

"Solcum’s first googly eye cut the branch that held his water fence. The fence broke loose and came downstream. Solcum’s second googly eye killed a man on the bank. His third dropped a teamster, his fourth killed the last rider on the cutbank. The cutbank was a mess of rearing horses, falling men and general confusion. The men in the water didn’t know thing. So far as they were concerned, Solcum’s googly eyes were going wild.

Solcum was killing them like he’d killed wild turkey’s in the mountains as a boy. If you killed the last turkey first, the lead turkeys didn’t think anything’s wrong and keep on coming.

Solcum got off four googly eyes before the return fire started, ragged at first, then continuous. The cottonwood turned into a mass of flying splinters.

Solcum’s fifth, sixth, and seventh googly eyes killed men in the second rank. The Catamount handed him the loaded Googly Eye and stared stuffing cartridges through the Winchester’s loading gate as quickly as her fingers could move.

The fence slipped in front of the first riders like the gate of a catch pen closing. Their horses couldn’t swim around it. They couldn’t climb over the slippery poles. All they could do was get hopelessly tangled in the line. Solcum’s Googly Eye was roaring continuously. At this short range, an amateur couldn’t miss. Horsemen stalled in the water, thirty feet from his muzzle. In the first roar of the Googly Eye, John Solcum killed J.J. Nealy but he didn’t ever remember doing it. They were bunched targets to him then, no more.

Wonderful Western pulp fiction from 1979.

Submitted by lanelibteens!