A dizzying montage of abrasive red and white splashes from the overhead light slathered the room and savagely doused her sleeping form without effect. But when the red alert horn’s undulating shrieks stabbed mercilessly at her body and knifed their way to the marrow of her bones, consciousness aggressively irrupted into Jenetta Carver’s sleep-anesthetized brain.
I suppose it’s kind of mean-spirited of me to ridicule some amateur writer’s fiction that I pulled off his Deviantart page. No, I’m just kidding, this shit is actually being sold for money. I suppose it’s not the worst fiction ever sold for money, but it does happen to be something terrible that I stumbled upon randomly on Amazon today. So there’s that.