Blue Lights

By Hollow Frazer

‘One villain, a white room and the deadliest creature he will ever meet.’

Swallowed by the harsh sea, Morgan Sanders finds himself trapped in a white room with no entry or exit. Upon awakening, he is greeted by the ghosts from his past. ‘Blue lights’ is a fantasy and supernatural short story that follows the struggle of an 'antagonist' in a fight against his dying body and a sinister realm between life and death.

Can he beat the odds stacked against him or will he forever be trapped?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hollow Frazer
• Release date: Oct 19, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310585944

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The darkness shielding his droopy eyes began to subside revealing distorted blurry images of white light.

For some reason, the off putting smell of sea salt found residence within his nose and quite quickly, his mouth. With every breath, the bile forcefully latching onto the walls of his sore throat relentlessly pushed forth. In an attempt to find some sort of composure, he dug his hands onto the winter’s cold steel and pushed up against the silver seat.

Morgan Sanders tried getting up but to no avail, the chains biting against his naked ankles refused to let loose.

What’s going on? He thought whilst washing away the blurry images in his 31 year old emerald green eyes.

In this room was nothing but light, so much so that it hurt his already delicate sight. There was something unnerving about this setting.

It was nothing like any interrogation room he’s seen over the years. There were neither mirrors nor doors in this purely white prison. If anything, this looked like a cage with no exit.

But how is this possible?

Questions consumed his already weary mind – questions that seemed to trigger no answers. He searched within the chambers of his brain for some clue, anything that