Blurb Example Novels & Stories

“ Four, Three, Tw—” “ The basement!! T-The Basement!” He yelled and I smirked, withdrawing my blade. He huffed out a breath, his panic dissolving to dust— a fucking mistake. I shoved the blade into his eye, obliterating his retinas. He howled, trying to pry my hands off the blade, tears lining his one good eye. I released the blade, smashing his head to the ground once more, the blade piercing through his skull, coming out the back of his head, his blood pooled sprinkled over my face, my eyes glimmering with murderous intent.

I answered. I’ve been having nightmares but most of them are blurred. Sometimes the scenes are repeated. People included in the dreams are blurred but their voices are crystal clear. “Can you tell me what happened in that dream?” he asked, still eyeing me like every detail of the things that will come out of my mouth is a key to something.

Always. Yours truly, Lilly (Your little Ribbon)' My heart fights through the mess of feelings I try to deal with. A heavyweight tries to press over my chest and cloud my mind, but for the first time, instead of feeling the bad, I concentrate on the good. I concentrate on the last two months, on yesterday, on last night and I let everything else go. I stare at the blue ribbon laying over my palm and I know, I just know; This is just the beginning.

Oli rolled his eyes and with a slight pout closed them. "Now imagine the forest. Verdant leaves moving slightly due to a soft breeze. The brown bark rough from the years of harsh weather. The sun shining down gretting the earth with its light. " Elder Nora advised and Oli did as he was told. Imagining what his surroundings which was a lot harder than it looked. He didn't know what yellow, green, or brown looked like he only knew what they felt like. Grass and leaves were soft yet damp from the morning dew. Brown was the feeling of roughness, yet could also be the color of something awful smelling. Yellow was the freedom he felt in the sun, at the joy of being with his sister, yellow was happ

I muttered. Karl followed my gaze. “If you don’t stop this slow-burn eye contact thing, I’m going to scream.” “Shut up and write.” “I am writing,” she said defensively. “And observing too.” “Stop observing me.” “Can’t. You’re entertaining.” She winked at me and returned to her word. I shot her an exasperated look and went back to my sketchbook. “Time up!” The word landed too soon. Groans echoed around the room with people making their way back into the lecture room. I exhaled slowly, staring down at my page. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t even complete. But it was… something.

Dad did not know the vent had been broken for years. I wanted to tell him, but as soon as I opened my mouth, a clump of bloody foam choked me. My temples throbbed. My brain began to starve for air. I opened my mouth like a fish thrown onto dry land, desperately trying to breathe. To get air, I clawed at my own throat. My nails dug into my skin, leaving deep red marks. In the end, my face swelled purple, and my awareness faded. ... At dawn, Megan ran over with tear tracks still on her face.