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Hello everyone, I am deeply sorry for disappearing once again. I will most likely be unable to upload much until late December as final exams approach. That aside, I do hope you read this and just maybe read the rest of this short story created before me, which you can find here.
If you are unaware, this is for Chiaroscuro's simulacrum writing challenge. I had a lot of fun creating this and was intrigued with the theme from the very beginning. Now without any further bickering, please enjoy. :)
What am I?
Nadia stared at the figure — she stared at herself — who seemed to be unaware that she stood in front of her. Nadia examined her own face, taking in her very pale complexion and chocolate brown eyes that seemed to have lost their life. She wore a fully black jumpsuit, seeming out of place in such an environment. There was something horribly wrong.
What am I? Nadia’s clone continued to say, staring straight at the mountains that looked over them. She looked down at her hands, oh so pale and thin before walking slowly towards the mountains.
“Wait, where are you going?” Nadia called to her other self. She stumbled after her, but it was like she was running in place. She stayed the same few yards away from her clone, who continuously walked towards the mountains they would never reach. “Where am I?”
“Where am I?”
Another voice echoed back to her. Except Nadia knew that voice as her own. She suddenly stopped running towards her other self and whipped her head to the side, revealing another copy of herself. Her hair whipped in her face and tears ran down her cheeks. She was wearing the same red shirt and blue jeans as Nadia currently wore, but were tattered and smeared with mud. She seemed lost and afraid, like something was threatening to hurt her. Maybe there was.
Nadia screamed, running once again, frantically trying to reach the mountains. What was going on? Where was she? Why did this place, these treacherous mountains, these crooked trees, seem like a place she had been millions of times before? Yet why at the same time did this same landscape feel foreign?
The shadows whipped past her again, running for those mountains they would never reach. Nadia continued to scream, trapped in a never ending loop. These shadows, they were all the same. Each and every one of them, telling the same story, the same life, pushing themselves to insanity. The landscape was the same but new every time. The shadows were Nadia, and Nadia was the shadows.
Except for one.
What am I.
She continued to walk towards the mountains. This time, each step took her closer. Soon the rocky edges cast shadows over the ground as the wind continued to whip around her. She was so close, she could feel it in her veins. She was a metal detector, becoming closer and closer to her treasure.
But then she was stuck again, walking in place, the mountains cackling at her. They taunted her and her inability to uncover what would free her from her chains, those invisible chains that bound her to this nightmare, this never ending hiccup in time.
The shadows had reached her, but they could go no further, and Nadia, the real Nadia, the one whose body was locked in a pod in her father’s lab, watched as each one met the end of the loop. It was the same every time, just with one more shadow joining the bunch.
She needed to break the loop. She needed to reach the mountains. She needed to wake up. But she couldn’t move.
Andres could not stop staring at Nadia, whose eyes were still wide open. She looked haunted, like she was staring at something out of a horror movie. However those same eyes were missing their glint of life, creating a doll-like impression against her pale skin made paler by the lights that illuminated her.
“Steven, have we ever thought about the amount of stress that we have placed on her body?” Andres asked, trying to calculate just how many tests and simulations they had commenced.
“Do you think that is what has caused this? Never has this happened in any other test. What could have possibly happened differently this time?” Steven replied, pacing back and forth in his white lab coat, his hairline slick with sweat.
“Her scans seem to show abnormally high levels of brain activity compared to any other log I have. She seems to be more aware. Yet how is that possible?” Steven mumbled partially to himself, pulling up past research logs and observations of his daughter’s brain. All he knew was his daughter was not as gone as he thought. Her body may be unable to function and she may be relying on the ventilator to breathe, but something was going on in within her.
She was trying to break free.
Word count: 741 words
I cannot wait to see how the rest of this story unfolds! Please tell me what you think in the comments. <3
If you are unaware, this is for Chiaroscuro's simulacrum writing challenge. I had a lot of fun creating this and was intrigued with the theme from the very beginning. Now without any further bickering, please enjoy. :)
What am I?
Nadia stared at the figure — she stared at herself — who seemed to be unaware that she stood in front of her. Nadia examined her own face, taking in her very pale complexion and chocolate brown eyes that seemed to have lost their life. She wore a fully black jumpsuit, seeming out of place in such an environment. There was something horribly wrong.
What am I? Nadia’s clone continued to say, staring straight at the mountains that looked over them. She looked down at her hands, oh so pale and thin before walking slowly towards the mountains.
“Wait, where are you going?” Nadia called to her other self. She stumbled after her, but it was like she was running in place. She stayed the same few yards away from her clone, who continuously walked towards the mountains they would never reach. “Where am I?”
“Where am I?”
Another voice echoed back to her. Except Nadia knew that voice as her own. She suddenly stopped running towards her other self and whipped her head to the side, revealing another copy of herself. Her hair whipped in her face and tears ran down her cheeks. She was wearing the same red shirt and blue jeans as Nadia currently wore, but were tattered and smeared with mud. She seemed lost and afraid, like something was threatening to hurt her. Maybe there was.
Nadia screamed, running once again, frantically trying to reach the mountains. What was going on? Where was she? Why did this place, these treacherous mountains, these crooked trees, seem like a place she had been millions of times before? Yet why at the same time did this same landscape feel foreign?
The shadows whipped past her again, running for those mountains they would never reach. Nadia continued to scream, trapped in a never ending loop. These shadows, they were all the same. Each and every one of them, telling the same story, the same life, pushing themselves to insanity. The landscape was the same but new every time. The shadows were Nadia, and Nadia was the shadows.
Except for one.
What am I.
She continued to walk towards the mountains. This time, each step took her closer. Soon the rocky edges cast shadows over the ground as the wind continued to whip around her. She was so close, she could feel it in her veins. She was a metal detector, becoming closer and closer to her treasure.
But then she was stuck again, walking in place, the mountains cackling at her. They taunted her and her inability to uncover what would free her from her chains, those invisible chains that bound her to this nightmare, this never ending hiccup in time.
The shadows had reached her, but they could go no further, and Nadia, the real Nadia, the one whose body was locked in a pod in her father’s lab, watched as each one met the end of the loop. It was the same every time, just with one more shadow joining the bunch.
She needed to break the loop. She needed to reach the mountains. She needed to wake up. But she couldn’t move.
Andres could not stop staring at Nadia, whose eyes were still wide open. She looked haunted, like she was staring at something out of a horror movie. However those same eyes were missing their glint of life, creating a doll-like impression against her pale skin made paler by the lights that illuminated her.
“Steven, have we ever thought about the amount of stress that we have placed on her body?” Andres asked, trying to calculate just how many tests and simulations they had commenced.
“Do you think that is what has caused this? Never has this happened in any other test. What could have possibly happened differently this time?” Steven replied, pacing back and forth in his white lab coat, his hairline slick with sweat.
“Her scans seem to show abnormally high levels of brain activity compared to any other log I have. She seems to be more aware. Yet how is that possible?” Steven mumbled partially to himself, pulling up past research logs and observations of his daughter’s brain. All he knew was his daughter was not as gone as he thought. Her body may be unable to function and she may be relying on the ventilator to breathe, but something was going on in within her.
She was trying to break free.
Word count: 741 words
I cannot wait to see how the rest of this story unfolds! Please tell me what you think in the comments. <3
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