Trapped

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Trapped

I'm trapped here, mists accompany my days. Eternal cyclical dreams haunt my head, I go in and out in an intermittence of abstract realities.

I hear voices in an endless distance, I run as fast as I can, but the voices get farther and farther away, it's like going after a rainbow looking for its beginning or end. I will never find how to get out of this world where I arrived without knowing how.

I keep going through chapters of stories I already lived, reliving again and again the same thing, this is a movie with a known plot, but without being able to do anything to change this situation.

The extreme hustle and bustle shakes me, I want to ask for help, it is simply impossible, I shout as many times as I can, my voice is falling little by little in a strange mutism of this eternal loneliness.

I can only continue living my cyclical routine, listening to voices and seeing images that are as familiar as the sound of those voices that torment me. I would give anything to know how much time I have spent here, since I entered this world I can only be like a mute witness of everything those voices say.

A day where the clarity peeked slippery through the closed eyes, like a curtain on a spring morning. The voices in the distance argue about something I can't understand very well, cries can be distinguished, and angry mouths can be heard with an impotent accent.

I feel a strong grip that captures my chest and my hands run over my face. They are very delicate and soft hands, I can do nothing else but feel that warm presence close to me.

The shadows intensify, they pass from one side to the other, and someone speaks, I can't distinguish what they say, they are whispers in this space, sometimes dark and others very bright. The shadow approaches and I feel that everything becomes darker.

A light illuminates the infinite background, I run towards it at the speed that my legs allow me, it becomes more resplendent as I get closer, I can feel the warmth of that light, I keep running until I reach the exit.

I am just a few meters away from reaching the end, but something stops me, it does not let me advance to the exit of this horrible world. I hear a voice calling louder and louder, a word that I can't make out, as it gets closer I can make out some sounds.

"Com, com, com, com..." I don't understand what is happening, I want to enter the light to get out of this terrible world. Then I feel terrible pulses in my chest, and the words become clearer, "Come back, come back, come back..."

A powerful force pulls me away from the light and into the dark background, everything is so horrible, I can't see anything, I only feel the pulling force moving me. The words keep ringing, "come back, come back, come back..." Desperately I try to run away from that situation, but everything is in vain.

I keep sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness, I can't help it, the light has gone out and I keep being attracted by the darkness, I can't stand this horrible feeling of emptiness anymore, I cry out again and again for help. It is more than useless. "Aaaah!", I fall helplessly, "auxiliooooo!!!"

I open my eyes and see my beloved wife, saying. "Come back, come back, come back..." I look at her and smile, she cries with joy and then says, "Welcome back, love."

The end


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Sources of images Source 1 Source 2 Edited Rincón Poético

Text authored by:
Camilo Torres
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A suspenseful story that takes us through a mysterious world filled with strange voices and dreams. Your vivid descriptions capture the dilemma of being trapped and the struggle to escape. Thankfully, the protagonist responds to his wife's voice and 'comes back'. Well done! Thank you for posting your fiction in the Scholar N Scribe community. !PIZZA 🙂

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@rinconpoetico7 Beautiful story... Those "deep dreams where you want to wake up and you can't. Thanks for sharing, Greetings.

Thank you for leaving your kind comment. I'm glad you liked the story.

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That was a good write up.

Gracias por pasará y leer la historia.

Good day.

This way of expressing oneself is wild, one feels immersed in the character's role. You feel the desperation. For me, the worst thing that exists are the routines that trap, it's the nightmare of every adventurer.

Thank you for leaving your kind comment. In truth, surrendering to routine is a nightmare that costs us our lives.

Good day.

Thank God your wife called you. Have a happy day

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A nice day for you.

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