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The paranoia within

Book By: Sarah Iris

Bliss is cold irrational but most of all is totally devoid of her true identity. Can living in the wilderness bring her to her senses, or will nature devour her, turning her into a beast of prey?

Submitted:May 13, 2009    Reads: 52    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

She floats, gently, like a leaf that has lost it's way in the dark, dark oblivion. She cannot wake up or she will die. She is lost. Lost in her dreams. In her nightmares. A wind. A pure icy wind in her subconcious blows through her head, through her thoughts. Clearing her crowded emotions. The displaced memories that cannot seem to find their way back to the surface. It is a slow ,easy , painless process. It is easy to succumb to the wind that reaches out and tells her she will be alright. Just as long as she stays asleep. Her death will not be like the painless experiment. It will be sharp. Cold. Like a knife shearing away at her skin. She cannot bare that. So she stays asleep and awaits her awakening.


Bliss awakens to a freezing sensation on the tip of her frostbitten toungue. She does not know where she is. Or even who she is. How odd, she recalls when an uneasy feeling creeps up her raw throat and cause her icecube like teeth to chatter uncontrollably. She props herself up in the white snow. It is snow, isn't it?

"H...Hello?" she stutters, wondering why it is so cold. The world is so white it stings her gray eyes.


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