“She kept talking and she kept talking. I thought she would never stop. Standing there, I felt the sun pour through the windows, setting and rising on my back. The sunroom had become a sundial measuring the geological age of my psychological toture.”
“She kept talking and she kept talking. I thought she would never stop. Standing there, I felt the sun pour through the windows, setting and rising on my back. The sunroom had become a sundial measuring the geological age of my psychological toture.”
Paul Tremblay
“I'm a name and a question.”
Paul Tremblay, The Little Sleep“She kept talking and she kept talking. I thought she would never stop. Standing there, I felt the sun pour through the windows, setting and rising on my back. The sunroom had become a sundial measuring the geological age of my psychological toture.”
Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts“On the morning of the exorcism, I stayed home from school.”
Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts“I swoon into a standing eight count. Goddamn, I actually feel my consciousness want to detach and hide like a turtle retreating into a hopelessly soft shell that won't save anyone.”
Paul Tremblay, No Sleep Till Wonderland“It was so dark it was like noting was there in the room but us. Only the nothing was actually something because it filled my eyes and lungs and it sat on my shoulders.”
Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts“But ghosts aren't white and bright. Ghosts are shadows of someone or something gone wrong.”
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