2010s (?) Livro de contos de ficção científica de YA com finais sinistros ou perturbadores; um envolvendo controle mental e um jogador de beisebol

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Eu li este livro por volta de 2013/14, mas não tenho certeza de quando foi publicado. Essencialmente, havia um monte de contos com finais arrepiantes ou perturbadores. Eu só lembro de um deles, mas não conheço todos os detalhes.

Pelo que me lembro, essa pessoa podia entrar na mente de alguém e assumir o corpo e a vida deles. As pessoas reais ainda estariam em seus corpos e tentaram revidar, mas nunca venceram. Então, um dia, essa pessoa pulou no corpo de (eu acho) um jogador de beisebol bem conhecido e ele estava lutando muito internamente. Acredito que terminou com o jogador de beisebol convencendo o saltador a gostar de entrar na mente de um golfinho, e então ele ficou preso lá para sempre ou algo assim.

Também muitas vezes os contos quebrariam a quarta parede e, de certo modo, falariam com o leitor.

Foi escrito em inglês e acho que foi o idioma original. Não me lembro muito da capa, mas acredito que tenha muito vermelho.

    
por Angela 14.09.2018 / 04:10

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Darkness Creeping: Twenty Twisted Tales por Neal Shusterman

No curta Soul Survivor , o menino morre porque o avião cai no segundo andar do prédio. casa onde ele mora com seus pais. Mas sua alma é deixada vagando como um espírito e ele aprende a se mover dentro das mentes dos seres humanos. No início, o jogador de beisebol (Sam "Slam" McKellen) é acolhedor:

“My name is Peter,” I said, and then I told him about the plane crash. I explained how I had lost my body, and how I had survived for more than a year on my own. I must have gone on babbling for hours—it was the first time I had someone to talk to.

McKellen listened to all I had to tell him, sitting quietly in a chair. Then, when I was done, he did something amazing. He asked me to stay.

“We have batboys in the dugout to help us out,” he told me. “Who says I can’t have a batboy on the inside as well?

Mas ele escreve para os pais do menino e eles (e a imprensa) acham que ele é um louco, e Slam pede para ele sair:

“Peter, I want you to leave,” he told me as we sat alone in the dark, in the big house our baseball contract had bought. Our hair was uncombed and our face had been unshaven for weeks.

“The doctors are right,” Slam announced. “You don’t exist, and I won’t share my mind with someone who does not exist.”

I could hardly believe what I was hearing.

“I order you to leave and never come back,” he said. “Never look for me. Never talk to me. Never come near my thoughts again.” And then he began to cry. “I hate you!” he screamed—not just in our head, but out loud. “I hate you for what you’ve done to me!”

I could have left then. I could have run away to find someone else who wouldn’t mind sharing his life with a poor dispossessed soul like myself. But I realized that I didn’t want to leave.

And I didn’t want to share anymore, either.

“I’m not leaving,” I told him. “You are.” That’s how the battle began.

....

I pounded and pounded on his mind and filled his brain until there was no room for him anymore. But try as I might, I could not push him out. I could only push him down. So I pushed him down until the great baseball player was nothing more than a tremor in my right hand.

I had control of everything else . . . but even that wasn’t good enough. As long as any part of him was still there, he could come back, and I didn’t want that. I had to figure out a way to get rid of him—for good.

That’s when I remembered the dolphins.

    
15.09.2018 / 19:46