Stephen King's Short Story Collection: the Night Watch + the Impermanence of the World (2 Volumes in Total)
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Stephen King's best collection of short stories, 2 volumes in total. They are "Vigil" and "The Impermanence of Things" respectively. "Vigil": Listen to me; friend. Never go to the town of Jerusalem; never mind how quaint the church spires are and how quiet the streets are. And don't walk into the endless cornfields; there are a group of children hiding there; they worship the God who walks in the cornfields. And don't clean out an unused basement just to make a buck; there may be a basement beneath it. Don't go for a walk in the strawberry spring; don't approach the parking lot next to the highway; don't envy the boy whose eyes are illuminated by love; don't fall in love with the person who understands all your needs; don't expect someone to catch you when you fall off the ladder... And don't talk to me in a wheelchair; I am just a door; those eyes hidden under my bandages are about to wake up. "The Impermanence of Things": The mysterious event of death can only be understood by those with full imagination. The man with flames in his eyes told the boy fishing by the stream: Your mother just died. The taciturn young man regularly poured change into the sewer outside the house. The dull desperado is good at tying flies with cotton string, just like a man on the prairie tying a horse. A man saves his wife who wants to divorce him from a machete wielded by a madman, but the wife wants him dead. The husband gave his wife a cute kitten, but she eventually ran away from home because she hated the cat and was never heard from again. A poor college student who was eager to visit his sick mother accidentally took a ride in a car driven by a dead man. He tried his best to pretend not to see the smoke rings seeping out from between the sutures on the driver's neck. The successful man lay straight on the autopsy table, unable to tell the two doctors who were flirting while working: He was still alive. The tired salesman took stock of his memories in his motel room, considering the appropriate way to say goodbye. The streets were bustling with people, and no one knew that there were people behind the brick walls fighting for their lives in the dark. How many people have slept in that hotel bed before you? How many people have taken out their Bible from their bedside drawer, read a few passages, and then hung themselves in the closet next to the TV? Well, anyway, let's check in first. This is your key.
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