Sublime

“Justin—” Phoebe broke off as Stephen smacked his free hand into the applesauce, sending splatters everywhere. “Goodness gracious!” “It’s in his hair now,” Justin said, looking at his younger brother in the manner of a scientist observing a failed experiment.

‘No. All it means,’ says Ron sympathetically, ‘is that you spent £1,300 on a pencil.’

it’s not a goat, then what is it?” “It’s a punishment for all my earthly sins, is what it is.” “Describe it,” Chase said. “I’ve done my research. What does it look like?” “Picture a soap bubble,” Ashbury said slowly. “Then picture a soap bubble blown in Hell, by a demon with a phlegmy cold.” Chase doubled over. “I think I just vomited in my mouth.”

“If something happens to me… I hope every person in this building gets a paper cut on their tongue. I’m going to poltergeist them, don’t try and talk me out of it.”

An evil little creature that wouldn’t have shown up on any X-rays was living in her chest, rushing through her blood and filling her head with whispers, saying she wasn’t good enough, that she was weak and ugly and would never be anything but broken.

taciturn

He was only twelve, and understood that his experience of the world was limited, but one thing he was quite sure of: when someone said trust me, they were usually lying through their teeth.