Brianna Gliori
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The Suppression
"Jared," there was something familiar about that name, like a memory that refused to show itself. It lingered in Tamara's mind haunting her. She could almost pull the images of the memory just for it to slip through her fingers. There was a lot of memories she had not been able to pull forward ever since the accident. It was like her mind placed a locked door between the life she lives and the life she lived. However, his name was too familiar. A tap on the shoulder pulled Tamara from her own thoughts. “We need to stop, the kids can not keep going like this.” She turned and look at the group behind her, dirt covered them from head to toe as exhaustion was written all over their faces.
By Brianna Gliori4 years ago in Fiction
The Suppression
The Suppression Pilot
By Brianna Gliori4 years ago in Fiction
Freedom within a Lie
Freedom within a Lie The ocean, how vast it is. The end is not seen from the beginning nor is the beginning seen from the end. Adonia reach out to touch the horizon but was unable to grasp it. The ocean is the great freedom that so many yearn for, but are never able to obtain. The wind danced through her auburn hair as she stood on the precipice longing to go out into the great abyss. The sound of the ocean was like a lullaby to her as it called her, asking her to follow it out into the great wide fortress. “What waited for me? What do I wait for?” Her heart twists and turned as the saltation of sapphire and jade colors played within her mind. The salty sea pressed hard upon her lips; she can taste it the sweetness combined with bitterness, she could taste freedom. Oh, how she knew that if she ran to what she desire she would never stop running; for one cannot truly reach that which they yearn for within their hearts. The ocean; the ocean is like a siren speaking, asking, crying, calling with softens, like one would call to a lover. Unbearable pain burned through her chest; for she knew the truth, but could not bear to believe it. “What if? What if I am wrong? What if this knowledge was not freedom but a curse? What if!” Tears fell softly from her eyes as she crumbled to the hard cold ground. She had nothing, her soul felt empty as the unknown memories rushed through her mind again. She bit her tung and clenched her eyes, “Stop it,” She whispered, but the memories continued. A face of a man she never met, a battle she never fought, a moment she never had continued. “Stop it!” She screamed. The sound of thunder broke her trance as she looked up to see dark clouds making their way to her. The wind kisses her ice-cold skin as rain drops began moistening the ground. Tears continue to roll down her cheeks, “Help me,” She muttered as she kept her eyes to sky. The ocean dances between her legs, calling her to come in, calling her to follow. She pressed her hands hard against the muddy sand as she grasped as much sand as she could in her grip. Tears continue to roll down her face as she let out a silent scream. The sensation of soft sand and cold bitter water submerges her hands and feet. “I can’t.” She whimper. Her heart and mind were torn between reality and fiction, between the truth and a lie. But which one was it? What was the lie and what was the truth? The sound of crashing filled her mind again with memories she should not have. The bitter taste of war, of fighting, of loss was almost unbearable. Tears stream faster down her checks, they refused to let up not giving in, not giving her a second of peace.” Why?” She muttered under my own sorrow. She looked up to watch a glimpse of the sun fairies shinning above the water. “I can’t do this.” She muttered as her body became limp and she fell to the cold sand. She rolled over onto her back allowing the rain to calm her mind. Slowly she began to drifted off into the land of no return.
By Brianna Gliori4 years ago in Earth
