the Drawing of Three I am weaving in and out in the Stephen King nowel second in the Tower series- shuffle. Once I wrote a story about the door in the sand. Only we looked to the few living to work out our souls. we watched as they walked across the glass desert to meet and we all prayed for them to harmonize. but we were expecting a bull fight. I handed it in to the teacher. Probably full of misspelled words and the teacher of an anonymous class of prerequisite go- asked me if I wrote it- with a weird look on her face..as if the story spooked her some. It spooked me some too.