Christine Rides Again
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Dernière publication jeu., nov. 13, 2025
So, last year I read Christine by Stephen King and I've loved the movie since I saw it growing up. I always wanted more, and now I've decided to create it.
Arnie is dead. Christine was destroyed. Yet the impact they left behind remains. Dennis and Leigh feel guilty, not only for not being able to save Arnie, but for their feelings for each other, and the paranoia is no picnic either. Though when the final straw is placed upon the camel's back, they go back to Darnell's to convince themselves that it's really over... that Christine is really destroyed. Soon after, things take a nasty turn when Christine reappears to finish the job.
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