Waking Up White Novels & Stories

Tyler Walter paused for a moment, and said: "Even if she's still alive after dodging, she's not the person we know. I hope that you and Daniel Burton can see her clearly earlier, and not be disturbed by her again." "You think it has something to do with your job?" "Maybe. That's all I have to say. You guys settle the rest yourselves. " Tyler Walter opened the car door and got off. William watched as his figure completely disappeared before starting the car again. Elise White was woken up by a nightmare. She looked at the time and realized it was almost 6 in the morning. She might as well stop sleeping. She got up, went to the bathroom, took a shower, changed into a sportswear and jogged arou

She had finally fallen asleep unaware of her environment since she was brought into the house. The very next day, Veronica returned to Julia's room after doing her morning duties. A gentle tap on Julia's shoulder woke her up. Julia's face was puffy, and her eyes were swollen. It appears she didn't have enough rest, or she may have cried in her sleep. Julia looked at the person who had woken her up. She could see her lips moving, but her voice seemed to be far away. "Madam, I have prepared the bath for you, you can take your bath now," Veronica repeated, but Julia still stared blankly at her.

Few years back!! Mornings!! Always made me crunch my nose in annoyance because if after High School classes I hated anything then it was waking up early in the morning. I never got the theory of these stupid early risers, who shout their lungs out about fitness due to early wake Up's. Like seriously!! Now just imagine, how would it keep you fit if you sleep at Three in night, and wake up at Six in the morning?

I was jolted awake by a tremendous sound and a bright light shining on my face. My heavy eyes slowly fluttered open, water stirred on my forehead, and my hair fell. The images in front of me went from blurry to more precise. A brass basin appeared beside me, and water dripped a few drops. Someone threw this brass on the ground, and that noise woke me up. "Wake up already?" A deep voice came from the left corner of the room. That voice caught my attention; I looked up, and it was a completely unfamiliar face. Looking around again, I was in a white room. All four directions are white walls; this large room is empty.

Saturday came the way bad weather comes, slow on the horizon and then all at once on top of you. I woke at five in the morning in my childhood bed with the simple ivory dress hanging on the back of my closet door, white and ghostly in the gray light. I lay there and stared at it for a long time.

Vamoire is not speaking as well. “Are you sure you did not overdose them with that certain drug?” Hodor adjusted himself on the throne, his back is fully leaned on it. “I am sure we had only given the right amount,” Viller confidently answered. “They will wake up soon, my King,” Jek chimed in. “Oh, they are moving. I think they are gaining their consciousness,” he immediately added seeing them slowly moving their limbs. Hodor’s eyes is flashed with anticipation. “Finally,” he uttered in a creepy voice.

Slowly I sat up feeling like a complete different person it was then that I noticed I'd been laying on top of a stone coffin. He put on top of someone grave? Strength moved through me, settling into my muscles and my bones. Lifting my hands, I notice no changes in them save for the fact that my skin has taken on a dewy sort of glow that's and my arms were exposed. Glancing down I was surprised to find that I was not wearing the white dress I was executed in.

Then my legs. The world tilted sharply to one side. And then, the strength drained out of me all at once. My fingers went numb. My legs gave in. The floor rushed up— Darkness swallowed everything. I didn’t feel myself hit the ground. I was already gone. ~~~~~ I woke up choking on nothing. My eyes flew open, but my body stayed behind. White. That was the first thing I registered. Not light—white. Blinding, sterile, endless. White light stabbed into my skull. Too bright. Too clean. My vision swam, edges blurring like I was underwater.

”This was really a mess“ A weird presence came hitting me with it's gaze. Is it something behind me? Slightly chuckling, I know that it isn't something great. And as soon as my gaze land on where that creature is, the horror of his body forming as he makes his body from a melted state… Isn't he a weird monster? A body that was white, a body of a child if I may say. His eyes was the complete opposite of his skin. Somehow.. He do give a vibes of a zombie— no, he is indeed a zombie. I just remembered it… he is the albino zombie… right? This is bad… this is bad… it was an enemy that I hated to face. He is a troublesome opponent! Why is he even here?! Making a step back, I bump into a hand of a p