Waking Up White Novels & Stories

"Everybody wake up!!" "Dalton, Samuel, Suraj, Ice, Alice, Fatima... Everybody wake up!!!" From his tent with another boy, Suraj rubbed his eyes roughly. "Now, what has happened?" He complained angrily. It hasn't been long that he began to sleep, and now some shitty alarm was waking him up.. The whistleblower got to his tent and barge on it urgently. "Come out now!!" Suraj stretched himself and yawned before coming out of his tent, only to find all the students out of their tent including Dalton and Fatima, his case of study before he fell asleep.

Cade and Lily I woke up slowly. Not the jarring, disoriented kind of waking that happened in my dorm room when my alarm dragged me out of sleep at seven AM. This was different — gradual and soft, like surfacing from warm water. The kind of waking that happens when your body feels safe enough to take its time.

Mr Scott replied and Mrs Scott helped him fix his tie. "That sounds excellent," Mrs Scott said and got a kiss from Mr Scott before he exited the bedroom. Back at the hospital, Aiden woke up to find himself alone in the ward with a nurse. He felt very weak and he wondered what happened to him. He was not this weak when he woke up at dawn. "What is happening to me," Aiden asked in a weak voice. The nurse did not respond but rushed out and returned with a doctor. The doctor quickly examined Aiden. Aiden was lying there weak and wondering what was happening.

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.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Venturing Out Patrick awoke suddenly, his head snapping up. There was no moment of blissful disorientation when he thought he was in his bed in the dorm, his biggest worry being that he might be late for class. He knew instantly where he was and how dire his circumstances were.

Lana's Point of View When I woke up, the first thing I saw was white. It's not the soft kind of white. It is bright and sharp and all over the place. White above me. All around me is white. White pressing in from all sides until it feels like it might get inside my head. I blinked hard, hoping the colour would go away, but it didn't. It just keeps spreading, like fog that won't go away. A noise cuts through it.

She sighed, "All I recall is waking up to find you next to me. Was there an accident that I can't remember?" Furthermore, Lana was haunted by recurring dreams of a man dressed in white. His face, always out of focus, eluded her grasp in the dream world. She would reach out, but he would always slip away. This left her in a wakeful state, her heart aching with a mysterious pain that refused to fade with the morning light.