The Tallyman

By C.S. Caspar

Stephen King is on a Long Walk down the Green Mile when he's hit by A Buick 8. And it isn't long before he meets the Tallyman who tells him he's in the Dead Zone. As Stephen travels through this surreal Creepshow, where disgruntled characters lead him towards the Dark Tower, he struggles to understand, and at the same time; to make sense of what has happened to him. Will Stephen escape the Dead Zone? Will he outwit the writer and return to the living? And who is the Tallyman? Well avid reader..." In this world you have to pay. Sometimes just a little, but mostly it's a lot."

• Language: English
• Publisher: C.S. Caspar
• Release date: Jul 21, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311521415

C.S. Caspar

Hi Everyone, I was born in South Australia but spent most of my childhood in Victoria. The Tallyman was my first short story, and I wrote it simply because I love Stephen King. I wanted to honor and thank him for the amazing journeys I've traveled reading his books throughout the years. The Tallyman is a bit of fun and directed to other King fans who will understand the content. The Old Railway Tunnel was my second short story. Thomas had a tale to tell and he was so demanding, I wrote the first draft in one sitting. Immediately after finishing, Laura Cooper wanted a turn, so I wrote Way to Go. Stygian River... is one of those tales I was told while living in Italy in my twenties, which the storyteller 'swore' the stories were all true..:) Hoodie Black is my first full-length novel. A supernatural thriller. It confirms the notion that, 'some doors should never be opened.' and answers the questions to death, crime, time and are angels as flawed as humans. Currently, I live in Victoria. In a small county town with my four border collies, Trixie, Snow, Benson, and Tessa. I'd like to believe, I live my life in-between this world and another... viewing daily events from a dream that seems real but may, in fact, be an illusion. And I wonder, sometimes, when writing the visions I see in my head. Fantasizing about other worlds with its incredible characters. And it often leaves me questioning....Is this my imagination? Or are the events real? Imagination may just be, someone tapping into true events. Stories that happened in a parallel world. Thanks for visiting. Catherine Stepancic - C.S. Caspar

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A

Short Story

THE TALLYMAN

A TRIBUTE TO STEPHEN KING

by Catherine Stepancic

Writing as

C. S. CASPAR

Copyright © 2015 C.S.Caspar

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You are the dreamer,

I am the dream.

You are the dream,

I am the dreamer.

— Caspar

THE TALLYMAN

In this world, you have to pay, sometimes all you have… and pay you will. Life has its choices, you see, and people… well, people are what they are, and everyone keeps secrets. Everyone fears something, and fear needs to feed, because it's what really makes us human. It helps us survive. We tap into it all the time, in hopes that when we do have to pay, it won't hurt too much.

On Writing, I stick to a routine, which is how it's always been.

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You might say that I have it all. Money, success, love, family, even a holiday home in Black House, western Maine. It's not the House on Value Street, but it's all paid for by yours truly, with lots of help from my fans. The writing life isn't an easy one, you know. You're only as good as your next book. There's no free ride in this life; you have to earn your right to be adored. I was fortunate, because I found my muse early on—and luck has very little to do with my success beyond that point. My muse is like every other artist's, I suspect. It's that little voice in my head that midwifes the story into physical form. For me, that form is writing; for others, it can be painting or music or sculpture.

I have the volumes in my bookcase to prove the value of my muse. They've made me famous; you all know that, because you read the stories we tell you, the muse and I, and you love them. We know you each have a Dark Half, and we know you stay awake long into the night, when hours ago you should have turned off the light and gone to sleep. Like the Cycle of the Werewolf, we have been on your mind as you drove to work the next day; and the stories are the reason you couldn't wait to get home, have dinner, do your chores and, Just After Sunset, crawl into bed to finish the next chapter.

Go ahead, Avid Reader. Tell the truth and