The Tender Activist: King & Queens

By : Scottie Campbell
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Mom would tell it like she told all of her best stories, barely getting the words out through her laughter and sometimes joyful tears. She and Dad had been to see Carrie. Someone in their party grabbed someone’s arm just prior to Carrie’s hand reaching out of the grave causing that first someone to scream, which made the audience scream, all before the scream Brian De Palma intended but, not to worry, they all screamed then, too.

So I might have connected who the author was when I bought my first Stephen King book when I was 11, but I’m fairly certain it was the cover that drew me in. A silver front with a faceless boy’s head floating on it. The store was B. Dalton Bookstore in the Marquette Mall. That small mall and the McDonald’s down the street were our family’s touchstones to civilization while stationed in the frigid Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Can I tell you about the smell of that book? I cannot, because it smelled like nothing else. The scent of those dull, off-white, pulp pages can only be described in intangibles: raw potential and adventure; that whole store smelled that way.

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11.21.12 Editor’s Desk

By : Steve Blanchard
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SteveBlanchardHeadshotI’m a television fan. I DVR at least one show a night and on the weekends I do my best to catch up. The shows I watch range from the ridiculous (Family Guy and Glee) and the dramatic (Revenge) to the eerie (The Walking Dead and American Horror Story).

My taste in entertainment is vast, but the horror genre is especially engrossing to me. Maybe it’s because I used to read the murder mystery novels of Dean Koontz, Stephen King and Patricia Cornwell that sat on my mother’s bookshelves as a kid.

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