Stephen King: A Literary Analysis

Watching frightening films such as “It,” Stephen King’s masterpiece, which is engrossing its monumental audience, is a favorite pastime of many young people. This industry is vast and creates a large amount of wealth for many of the people behind it. However, parents should diligently research these films’ psychological effects on minors before allowing their children to engage in this form of entertainment. After all, “‘Given that very young children may not yet know what types of stimuli frighten them most, nor do they enjoy the power to choose which media the family will view, they are in special need of protection from exposure to such scary stimuli before coping strategies are necessary’” (“Scary”). This shows that parents must carefully consider the content they allow their children to see. People watch horror movies for myriad reasons, as shown in Stephen King’s essay “Why We Crave Horror Movies,” and watching these films have both positive and negative effects that parents should be aware of, which are displayed in Stephen King’s essay “Why We Crave Horror Movies” and in the USA Today article “Scary Movies and TV Programs Have Long-Lasting Effects.”

Stephen King is a man of many talents and personalities; not only is he able to scare his readers immensely, he is also able to make them laugh. I chose a passage from Stephen King's On Writing for this assignment; the passage stuck in my mind for a long time after I finished the book. His writing style is unique compared to the other autobiographies I have read over the years. Everything that a person writes has a meaning or purpose whether it's a letter or an essay and voice, tone, and style play a very important part in how the reader views the piece of writing. King manipulates the rules of writing in order to emphasize the meaning of the passage, which is to describe an early childhood experience, so the

The horror genre of books has tons of great authors who have written amazing books. Stephen King and R.L Stine are well known in the horror genre even though both of them target different audience. When R.L Stine was little he preferred staying inside writing stories then going outside and play with other kids. After R. L Stine graduate from the University he moves to New York to perused his career as an author. Stephen King became popular after publishing.Stephen King and RL Stine are two other that passion for the horror genre, they began writing at a young age but they target different audience

Stephen King said, “Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They’re inside us, and sometimes, they win.” This quote sums up the arguments made in the article “Why We Crave Horror” and what King believes. Stephen King makes three correct claims saying that humans crave horror to have a peculiar sort of fun, face our fears, and reestablish our feelings of normalcy.

Stephen King’s: IT, is a story which is set in the small town of Derry, Maine; it is illustrated as the most oministic place in the book where everyone in the town acts so strange when kids start to go missing strangely. It happens every 27 years, by a mysterious creature that lives beneath, of Derry, and starts to target seven unlikely group of characters that come together to defeat the mysterious beast so IT can never harm the town anymore, and 27 years later the seven friends get a disturbing phone call that tells them that IT has come back and they will need to finish off their promise. But the story itself is a coming of age, which is these characters learn what it is like in the real world when, even if your a kid you can’t really depend on the grown ups to help “Eddie discovered one of his childhood’s great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought” (King, 814). and if they are going to defeat the creature they will have to face their fears.

Do like Stephen Kings stories or dislike them? His stories are pretty good, it doesn’t seem like there are many flaws in his writings.

Carrie, King’s first published novel, was released on April 5, 1974. Carrie is an epistolary parable of a girl named Carrietta White who destroys her hometown of Chamberlain, Maine while avenging the atrocious treatment her fiendish classmates and oppressive mother inflicted upon her. She uses her telekinetic powers to cause the disaster. Carrie is a wonderful book, it approaches a plethora of today’s controversial topics. There are various opinions on the book’s theme; some people think that the book is about bullying while others think that the book is a girl’s coming of age tale.

Do you ever wonder why you or other people take delight in watching horror movies? What makes them so interesting? Why does the general society enjoy entertaining themselves with the horror genre? Well, Stephen King might have the answer to that. Mr. King strongly agrees with the idea that we might all have a little craving for watching such morbid scenes or reading about them, and creating our own gruesome scenario. Stephen King believes that humans crave horror for the purpose of facing our fears, to reestablish our feelings of normality, and to have an unusual type of ‘fun’, and he’s right.

One of the most well-known modern writers, Stephen King has become a master of weaving minute details together to form intricate plots and settings. To the average reader Stephen Kings works of horror are the epitome of greatness and fear as far as books and writing is concerned. However to a literary critic the unorganized story lines and the overwritten plots become a hassle to read. Many critics are stunned to see how successful King has become based off his simple prose and messy writing. Kings success is directly related to his ability to paint pictures in the readers head. King is very descriptive in his scenarios and settings which draw the reader in.

My father is an avid reader who never stops bringing books home all the time. He always gets up at 6 and then sit on our balcony, reading, until he goes to work at 7. He never showed up at dinner at a specific time, and the mornings are the only time in a whole week I had chance to meet him. But there were something I saw all the time. The books. In a way I don’t know they refresh frequently but they were probably the only way I could communicate with my father. But the bookshelf was filled with books concern business administration and chrematistics.

Throughout my latter middle school years and into high school, reading was an escape for me. I was tucked away in the distant worlds of other people where life was much scarier and vicious than my own life. My life was starting to crumble beneath me, but I still wasn’t being attacked by vampires, so it was okay. I started reading horror; my family got my hooked on being scared from the age of 2. Silver Bullet, a movie adaptation of Stephen King’s short story, “Cycle of the Wereworlf,” was my first scary movie, and from there on, King stayed with me my whole life.

“Where are we going?” I asked my older sister Kenese as we walked down Chicago’s busy streets. “To the library” She explained but slowed her paced, and never let go of me and my brother’s hand. This was the first time in my five years of living, that I been to a place where so many books where held. That same day, was the day when I received my first library card and checked out my first picture book about a spooky witch riding around on her broom. Now every time when my elementary school took a trip to our local library, I was astatic to pull out my new library card.

I love books because my books love me back . In moments of distress literature guides me. When I am heavy hearted, I turn to my favorite novels, they reassure me that even in the worst situation good fate always wins . When I am lonely, I reacquaint myself with the safe and familiar characters that I have grew to love. When I am happy, I smile because I have lived the lives of warriors, enchantresses, and even the commonday person. Although the emotional connection between literature and myself is imperishable, there was a time in my life when that bond was nonexistent. However, for one to understand the significant impact stories have had on my life, one must know my life. Thus this story begins with my childhood. A conventional upbringing of sorts but of course my childhood doesn't begin with me. It begins with my parents. My parents met each other at high school when they were fourteen years old . Call it destiny, or mere luck, this one cue meet would define their lives for the next twenty two years. My parents fell quickly and passionately in love. Their devotion for one another as an imminent as their fallout, however, we are not there yet. We are at the bittersweet moments of young love. The moments that make one believe in eternity although these moments themselves cease to last just as long. My parents own version of forever welcomed a young little girl named Nicte Impala Perez on March 18th 1998. In that moment, my parents believed that the three of us could defeat

Paranoia has always been an enemy to many people in the darkness. This irrational fear has accounted for many sleepless nights, and horror only fuels the fire. Yet, these people are still captivated by something that produces such unpleasant results. The culprit just might be one thing-- the characteristics, events, and situations that humans all share-- the ingredients to what makes things such as emotions and ambitions exist; otherwise known as the human condition. Based on these two notions, it is safe to say that in the article “Why We Crave Horror,” Stephen King is correct in claiming that humans crave horror to display some sort of bravery, to reassure feelings of normality, and to simply have good time.

One of the earliest memories I have of me reading, is when I was six years old. My grandmother would watch me in the summer when both of my parents were at work. She compared going to the library as a treat for us to do together. I remember being in that same library for hours at a time, you could call us frequent flyers. She would always start at one end of the library and just slowly snake the aisles. She would let me wonder by myself in the kiddy section to find any book I wanted. I was always so excited to go to the library, but looking back on it, I think I was just excited to go hang out in the play area. I don’t know the specific point in time where I decided I didn’t like going to the library anymore. I just knew when my mom would drop me off I would dread thinking if my grandmother was going to take me back today. She would keep up with the books I kept and would make sure I returned them or got an extension. Sometimes I wonder if I was a bother to her. We really never did anything together other than that. I would always bring some toys and coloring books to entertain myself. She was always relaxed in my grandpa’s huge recliner, watching Dr. Phil in such an intense way I felt like he was preaching to her. My only concern was to make sure I wasn’t too loud. I will never forget her forcing me to read what felt like an eternity every day I was there. I felt trapped into doing something that I didn’t want to do anymore. I had no escape, slowly hating the thought of