Transported

“Minutes later, the air I was breathing felt different. Softer. More temperate. I could not feel my legs stride forward anymore. Instead I could feel pins and needles waking in my calves. Intrigued and hopeful, I dared open my eyes again.

I found myself sitting in front of a desk in an otherwise barren room.

Everything around me was blurred. It felt like I was surrounded by some sort of invisible smoke that caused disruptions in the atmosphere. There was a wooden box sitting ajar in front of me, an open padlock, and a mirror. I looked up. Uncertain of whom I would see.”


Click here to read the whole short story on Mug’s Tale. 

An excerpt from Road to Hell, a short story by Hailie Andersen, now published on Mug’s Tale.

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5 Comments Add yours

  1. moonskittles says:

    Haili,
    This excerpt definitely is written very well and is very enticing and is pushing me to go read the rest. Off I go 🙂
    Dajena 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you so much, Dajena ❤ You enthusiasm means a lot to me!

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