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Post by BrentKoivopolo888 on Sept 14, 2021 10:48:20 GMT -6
(Place holder) When I have re-read Misery by Stephen King, or whenever I choose to start this novel, I will write the must-be-told prequel to Misery by Stephen King. It will be full of Dark Tower allusions and references.
EXCURSIONS INTO MADNESS:
THE ANNIE WILKES STORY
BY
BRENT LEE SOHLDEN-KOIVOPOLO V
FOR USE OF THE CHARACTERS OF MISERY BY STEPHEN KING AND CASTLE ROCK SEASON 2 I CLAIM FAIR USE AS A FAN FICTION, AND, IF SAI KING WILL HAVE ME (AS HE DID STRAUB) POSSIBLY CAN BE ADOPTED IN TO THE OFFICIAL MISERY/DT VERSE IF KING FEELS THIS OFFERING PASSES THE MUSTARD SO TO SPEAK.
I CLAIM INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY RIGHTS FOR MY OWN IDEAS, PLOTS, SETTINGS, CONFLICTS, CLIMAXES, ANTICLIMAXES AND ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.
EXCURSIONS INTO MADNESS:
THE ANNIE WILKES STORY
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all the 'n's missing from 'Misery's Return', by Paul Sheldon
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Post by BrentKoivopolo888 on Feb 27, 2022 15:02:19 GMT -6
PART I:
CALIFORNIA DREAMIN'
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Post by BrentKoivopolo888 on Feb 27, 2022 15:43:09 GMT -6
CHAPTER ONE
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Once upon a time, there was a young, intelligent, bright-eyed girl, full of wonder and faith, who was treated badly by her parents, though they tried to show her the love she was so desperate for. They bought her toys, spoiled her rotten, and taught her to pray, but the basic parenting skills they ought to have had, having both come from broken dysfunctional families themselves, were missing, and at a young age her mother had drowned herself intentionally after her father had sired a young girl named Joy by another woman. Annie raised this young girl as her daughter but had nearly drowned her as a baby, ever after always fearing it would happen again. Then this young bright-eyed girl had accidentally killed her father, then went on to attempt to kill the woman that had given birth to Joy, her tutor. She and Joy had been taken in by an elderly woman named Madeline Powers, who pastored a very extreme Christian sect that met in her home. All her life she had been taught that Jesus loved her and he could forgive her for anything and that she was a special, special child. Her name was Annie Wilkes. She dreamed of being a Registered Nurse, saving lives and restoring health to thousands. As an older teenager, she listened to a lot of Norman Vincent Peale and Earl Nightingale records at home, for motorcars did not have tape decks and there were no audiocassette tapes in the 1950s, so she could not listen to them in her car (though she believed it to be possible) but thought and meditated on them as she drove her Ford Tudor Sedan down California Avenue every workday on the way to her waitress job and the commute home. They taught her the value of hard work, integrity, goal-setting, making dreams into realities, faith, and planning.
She studied tomes of medical books-Anatomy, Physiology, Cardiology, Psychology, and Psychiatry, Animal Biology, the functions of the brain and mind, plant biology, veterinarianism, you name it, she studied it. She was inspired by books like Arrowsmith by Sinclair Lewis and The Citadel by A.J. Cronin, and read Autopsy reports, Medical Journals, and just about anything else concerning the medical profession she could get her hands on in her spare time.
But the teen-aged Annie Wilkes had done a few things she wasn't proud of and that she knew were wrong; had killed a few people here and there, but she knew God would forgive her if she was a good girl and said her prayers every night as her mother and Madeline taught her. And as long as she tried to do what was right, everything would come out ok in the end.
(Because God loves his precious child Annie, oh Jesus loves all the children of the world, I'm special and I'm gonna be a Nurse!)
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Post by BrentKoivopolo888 on Feb 27, 2022 15:49:31 GMT -6
She was stuck in traffic on this early California morning's commute, and wouldn't Cha know it, the car just ahead of her was just not moving fast enough. She blasted her horn, rolled down her window, and shouted, "Move your cockadoodie car, Mr. Man!"
He gave her the universal sign for 'screw you, lady' and kept right on creeping ahead at a snail's pace. This was going to be one hell of a day.
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Post by BrentKoivopolo888 on Feb 27, 2022 16:12:43 GMT -6
"You're late. Where were you at 6:30, Miss Wilkes?"
"I was in traffic, Mrs. Perkins, the traffic was jammed."
"I'm docking your pay by 30% for tardiness. We needed you. You should have monitored the traffic reports on the radio and left early. You better hope they tip well today, Miss Wilkes.
She did her job well, without complaint that day, and got very good tips indeed. One elderly lady handed her a hundred-dollar bill and said "You look like you've had a hard day. God bless you, dear." That made her day.
When she got home she immediately left for the local bank to deposit that hundred and all her tip money into her college fund. She had already started applying for all the best nursing schools in California, wondering which one, if any, would accept her as an intern. At 17, she was tall, confident, with good looks and straight brown hair. Guys didn't gawk at her because of her rather modest dress attire. Not that she was much interested in the dating scene, anyway. She figured she'd find a good husband and marry him after she had earned her nursing degree. She wasn't impatient for that to happen. When she got home, she got her groceries out of the car and put them away with the help of 12-year-old Joy Wilkes, her daughter. When she got home, Joy was sitting on the brown overstuffed sofa watching the new half-hour Soap Opera As The World Turns on CBS TV and drinking a can of Nozz-la Cola.
As years went, 1956 had been a doozy. Italy had won the gold and silver in the main two events in the first internationally broadcast Winter Olympics. WWII had been over for 14 years. Now, at this point, Annie wasn't sure she knew exactly what was happening in global politics, a lot of it, she understood was hush-hush and cloak and dagger, the stuff of spy novels. She and Joy had read Albert Broccoli's Casino Royale together. It had been exciting, with lots of feats of daring-do. Annie wondered if Joy was learning anything from being constantly subjected to her mother's motivational records. She doubted it. It was way over her head.
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