Guilty Reader Book Tag

Happy Sunday’s lovelies! I’ve seen this tag circling around for a few months and it looked like fun, so I thought I’d give it a go. This tag was created by Chami from ReadLiveWildFire, please check out her video, she’s so awesome!

Without further ado, the Guilty Reader Book Tag.

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I welcome the escape of nature.

A beautiful green forest with the bright colours of blooming and blossoming flowers – red, purple, yellow and white. My fingers itch to pluck them from the soil. If I find some daisies, I can perhaps make a daisy chain.

The breeze blows my long blonde hair back. Goosebumps form on my face and neck as the cool air makes contact with my skin.

The warm grass feels so soft under my bare feet. I step out of the shadow of a tree trunk and into the sunlight which instantly warms my skin, causing me to relax and feel at ease erasing all my previous worries away. The sun is hidden by the tall trees and its branches.

Walking deeper through the forest, I come across the sound of soft crashing and flowing water. It brings me towards a beautiful, blue waterfall. The water is so clear, I can make out the cave and rocks behind the waterfall.

A few people jump off from the top with their arms raised above their head. Excited screams and carefree laughter briefly disappears into the waves.


White tiles and the strong stench of bleach. It’s so lifeless and overpowering.

I make a 360° turn on the spot. I’m in a box room. And there’s no door. A single light bulb hangs from the ceiling and swings back and forth, the light bounces off the glossy white tiles.

I don’t know why, how did I get here?

An intercom above my head buzzes, I look up.

A male voice echoes loudly through the intercom, ‘Do you know why you here today?’

I shrug warily.

‘You will need to complete a series of tasks before you can leave the room.’ The intercom echoes. ‘This is your punishment for yesterday’s actions. Fail to do as instructed or finish by the end of the day, you will be kept overnight.’

Shivers run down my back. Tears build up in my eyes as I start to feel the cold. Goosebumps and the fine hair on my arm rises. I want to go back home.

Please let me out.