đź’ŻStory Challenge
An Unwelcome Morning Wakeup Call
Day 18 of đź’Ż
Daylight crept through the gap in the curtains. The light grew and spread over the bed until it reached the pillows. Alison hissed as the light hit her closed eyes.
“Damn crap curtains,” she muttered, pulling the covers over her head.
“Don’t blame the curtains, bloodsucker,” came a voice from the corner of the room closest to her bed.
Alison growled as a hand ripped away her covers, bathing her in sunlight. Smoke rose from her crackling skin as she struggled to avoid the sun’s rays. Pain seared through her as the stake hit its mark.
The faces of her many victims flashed before her eyes. She turned her head to look at her assailant and whispered, “thank you,” with her final breath.
Inspired by Zane Dickens 💯 Story Challenge. Let’s see how long I last. I’ll be self-publishing my stories rather than submitting them to publications.
