***SNEAK PEAK*** Fighting Whats Right (A Faery Dystopian Series) Melina Turner © 2014 I wiped away the sweat running down my forehead and calmed my breathing. Tandero would never do such a thing. I believed those wordy thoughts because all Tandero had shown me was friendship, loyalty, and trust. I pulled the blanket of pure white off me and pushed myself to a sitting poposition with my feet dangling off the bed. Shaking my head, I pushed myself further off the bed until my feet touched the floor. The floor was cold to touch and once I got used to it I slowly pushed myself up. My feet finally had feeling, like butterflies or pins and needles, I stamped my feet down a ccouple of times to put more life into them. Once I was sure it was safe to get up I stood and had no difficulties with dizziness or fainting. I sighed and began to walk to a window. But what was a window doing in the undead world? Was I in the undead world? I continued to walk to the window as if something had taken control of my whole body and was making me walk forward. I did notice that I was not wearing any armour or shirt, just my jeans. My eyebrow rose. I had more on than this. As I finally made it to the window, I looked out and all I could see washable bright white, a glowing white surreal sensation. So bright I had to look away. Wakeup! Something shrieked at me and I snapped out of it and pushed up from the bed. What was that? I sprung off the bed and ran out of the room. Just a little sneakpeak whilst I go over it: ) before sending to beta readers.
Posted on: Wed, 07 Jan 2015 04:51:30 +0000
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