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Elements of a Stephen King novel (see below)

Response to Challenge 1564
Hey, thanks ShayneT, for asking me to get inside Willow's head :)


Buffy accidentally crushes the last glass counter in the shop with the only thing left of the troll.

Xander remarks that the 'place is trashed in a funny way'.

Buffy tries to make the best of the situation, but loses control of her emotions and begins to weep at the happiness and love she sees between Xander and Anya.

Then Olaf, the large, great red-bearded troll, whumpfs back into their world.

There is a very loud, crushed ding.

It looks like they found the invisible cash register.

Anya gives him a kick in the side of the face, but all her cursed ex-boyfriend does now is snore.

Everyone sighs and groans and moves Olaf back into the unsummoning circle.

"C'mon Will," Xander prods, quite unnecessarily. "Could you just try not sending him a few seconds into the future?"

Willow doesn't understand why the spell didn't work the first time. She could stand up, go to the shelves and try to find a completely new spell to replace it... Would that be admitting defeat?

Glaring at Xander, she dismantles the old spell and puts it together a different way.


Olaf the Troll woke up in the place he had first been summoned to. The place of business was trashed and empty.

"Ha!" he chortled. "They have been unable to move my bulk between worlds and abandoned this place to me. It is a pretty color, but I desire more than to make this into my longhouse! I desire life, ale, and breeding!"

He upended the last remaining glass counter in the magic store and laughed at the sight of it. He broke off the sound of joy, uneasy, for the glass had not made as much tinkling as it should have and his own laughter was not quite music to his ears...

"No matter," he said as he left the Magic Box. "Give me ale!"

He yelled this to the empty street.

"They have abandoned this town to me?"

"This ale is stale."

"This food is bland."

"This is wrong."

"Have they abandoned this world to me?"

"This pretty simulacrum within this shop of lacy things is not pleasing to my touch..."

"Nor is this one..."

"Or this... Have you all abandoned me?"

He repeated this many times more, in a quiet tone devoid of his normal boom and bluster.

It was at this point that he heard the sound of worms turning leaves into mulch a thousand-fold, of dried hair crackling in a fire, of thin ice breaking beneath your over-sized feet.

Then the first building fell at the outskirts of town.

They grew closer.

Hours later, Olaf stood at the last bit of everything, but he was no match.


Without eyes, they had seen him.


Goodbye.


Crossover Novel: 'Langoliers' by Stephen King, about the worn up, used reality of 'a few seconds past'... The shadows of time, where everything left behind is food.