Flashing lights. That's all he could see: the pulsating strobe of a white brightness blinding him from the indistinguishable scenario playing out around him. He could not feel. Not the cool, autumn breeze, not the fog-like droplets of British showers, nothing. He couldn't hear anything. Maybe a dull thumping deep with...
Sleeping Beauty? Ha! That girl had it easy. My name is Morgan Peters and I fall asleep at random times of the day due to a condition I have called Narcolepsy. And because of my evil grandmother, I'm sent to live in California with my twin brother. So instead of living in a palace in some fairytale land... I get Califo...