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by Lassie
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Needful Things

Total word count: 251,898 words (23 Chapters)

          You’ve Been Here Before
          Part 1: Grand Opening Celebration (11 Chapters)
                   Part 1: 1/5th = 50380 words; BEGINNINGS (1/5th of the entire novel)
          Part 2: The Sale of the Century (7 Chapters)
                   Part 2: Middle = 12594 words; MIDDLES
          Part 3: Everything Must Go (5 Chapters)
                   Part 3: ¾ mark = 188924 words; ENDS (3/4 mark of the novel)

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         You’ve Been Here Before
                   1. Backstory - 179 words 6%
                   2. Character Development - 358 words 12%
                   3. Scene Setting - 358 words 12%
                   4. Exposition that moves the story - 924 words 31%
                   5. Dialogue that moves the story - 1044 words 35%
                   6. Foreshadowing - 30 Words 1%
                   7. Symbolism - 0 Words 1%
                   8. Interior Dialog - 0 Words 1%
                   9. Subtext: 89 words
         Total Words – 2,982 exactly

         Part 1: Grand Opening Celebration (11 Chapters)

         Chapter 1

                   1. Backstory - 549 words 6%
                   2. Character Development - 1098 words 12%
                   3. Scene Setting - 1098 words 12%
                   4. Exposition that moves the story - 2837 words 31%
                   5. Dialogue that moves the story - 3203 words 35%
                   6. Foreshadowing - 92 Words 1%
                   7. Symbolism - 0 Words 1%
                   8. Interior Dialog - 92 Words 1%
                   9. Subtext: 183 words
         Total Words – 9,152 exactly


         His nephew Ace says somethin spooky happened to his uncle before that fire—somethin like on The Twilight Zone. Of course, Ace wasn’t even around when his uncle bit the dust; he was finishing a four-year stretch in Shawshank Prison for breaking and entering in the nighttime. (People always knew Ace Merrill would come to a bad end; when he was in school he was one of the worst bullies this town has ever seen, and there must have been a hundred kids who crossed to the far side of the street when they saw Ace comin toward em with the buckles and zippers on his motorcycle jacket jingling and the cleats on his engineer boots clockin along the sidewalk.) Yet people believe him, you know; maybe there really was somethin strange about what happened to Pop that day, or maybe it’s just more talk in Nan’s over those cups of coffee and slabs of apple pie.

         That’s Eddie Warburton, the night-shift janitor in the Municipal Building. Keep your eye on him for a few seconds, and watch what he does. There! See him pause on the top step and look upstreet? I’d bet you more dollars to more doughnuts that he’s looking at the Sunoco station. The Sunoco’s owned and operated by Sonny Jackett, and there’s been bad blood between the two of em ever since Eddie took his car there two years ago to get the drive-train looked at.

          I remember that car quite well. It was a Honda Civic, nothing special about it, except it was special to Eddie, because it was the first and only brand-new car he’d ever owned in his life. And Sonny not only did a bad job, he overcharged for it in the bargain. That’s Eddie’s side of the story. Warburton’s just usin his color to see if he can beat me out of the repair-bill—that’s Sonny’s side of the story. You know how it goes, don’t you?

         Well, so Sonny Jackett took Eddie Warburton to small claims court, and there was some shouting first in the courtroom and then in the hall outside. Eddie said Sonny called him a stupid nigger and Sonny said Well, I didn’t call him a nigger but the rest is true enough. In the end, neither of them was satisfied. Judge made Eddie cough up fifty bucks, which Eddie said was fifty bucks too much and Sonny said wasn’t anywhere near enough. Then, the next thing you know, there was an electrical fire in Eddie’s new car and the way it ended was that Eddie’s Civic went off to the junkyard out on Town Road #5, and now Eddie’s driving an ’89 Oldsmobile which blows oil. Eddie has never quite gotten over the idea that Sonny Jackett knows a lot more about that electrical fire than he’s ever told.

Character Development:

         The steps need to be sanded off and then repainted. It’s Hugh Priest’s job, but Hugh ain’t got around to it yet. He drinks, you know. It ain’t much of a secret. Secrets can and are kept in Castle Rock, but you have to work mighty hard to do it, and most of us know it’s been a long time since Hugh Priest and hard work were on good terms.

         Them fliers is up all over town! I think Wanda Hemphill (her husband, Don, runs Hemphill’s Market) put most of em up all by herself. Pull it off the post and hand it to me. Don’t be shy—no one’s got any business stickin up fliers on the Town Common bandstand in the first place.

Scene Setting:

         You couldn’t have picked a better day to come back to Castle Rock. Ain’t she a corker? Hunting season will be starting up soon, fools out in the woods bangin away at anything that moves and don’t wear blaze orange, and then comes the snow and sleet, but all that’s for later. Right now it’s October, and in The Rock we let October stay just as long as she wants to.

         As far as I’m concerned, it’s the best time of year. Spring’s nice here, but I’ll take October over May every time. Western Maine’s a part of the state that’s mostly forgotten once the summer has run away and all those people with their cottages on the lake and up on the View have gone back to New York and Massachusetts. People here watch them come and go every year—hello, hello, hello; goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. It’s good when they come, because they bring their city dollars, but it’s good when they go, because they bring their city aggravations, too.

Exposition that moves the story:

         Sparks has flown between those two particular witch-doctors before, but this Casino Nite business is a little more than sparks; I guess you could call it a brushfire.

         See their noses go up? Ha! Ain’t that a sketch? I’ll bet you dollars to doughnuts that the temperature dropped twenty degrees where they passed each other by. It’s like my mother used to say—people have more fun than anybody, except for horses, and they can’t.

Dialogue that moves the story:

         Come on over here, let me shake your hand!
         It’s aggravations I mostly want to talk about—can you sit a spell with me?


         Look up the street one more time. You see that boy, don’t you? The one who’s walking his bike and looks like he’s havin the sweetest daydream any boy ever had? Keep your eye on him, friend. I think he’s the one who’s gonna get it started.
         Keep an eye on everything. You’ve been here before, but things are about to change.

         I know it.
         I feel it.
         There’s a storm on the way.

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