At the Seams

At the Seams

  • WpView
    LECTURES 3,285
  • WpVote
    Votes 99
  • WpPart
    Chapitres 30
WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesTerminé mer., déc. 26, 20125 h 13 min
WpInfo
Fiction
Mystère
Mary cannot move. She cannot blink or swallow or ask for help. To the real world, she appears to sleep. But she is very much awake and aware of the torture she must endure. Mary suffers from a nightmarish condition—Locked-In Syndrome, a rare neurological disorder resulting from a rather ordinary bump on the head. She struggles within the rotting gulag that was once her body. She strives to get help from her husband, Sam. But what can he do for her, when all of advanced medicine knows little about healing the human brain? Every second is an eon. She is alone--or is she? Who owns the voice that speaks within the echoing chambers of her consciousness? The voice claims to help. But is it just another demon born of her personal hell? Can she hope to survive her new, brutal reality? Will her own wiles carry her intact through the experience? Or will her sanity crumble at the seams?
Tous Droits Réservés
Rejoignez la plus grande communauté de conteursObtiens des recommandations personnalisées d'histoires, enregistre tes préférées dans ta bibliothèque, commente et vote pour développer ta communauté.
Illustration

Vous aimerez aussi

  • Untreated
  • Only Human
  • Complications (MxM)
  • FEEL ME
  • Oh, My Dear Lilith
  • The experiment.
  • Let's Learn (18+)
  • 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘖𝘧 𝘍𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺 ✔️
  • Symptoms of Insanity

This is the story of a sick, sick mind. The virus of trauma has infested the brain, deteriorating their body from the inside out. Stuck in an endless loop of pain and suffering, they can't seem to make any of it stop. Nor, find the root of it all. This is the story of a patient with psychosis. Stronger than even the highest warden can reach. The cure for this disease is unknown. The pain is Indescribable . And the effects are unimaginable. From hallucinations, to murder, this patient can never be fixed by a doctor. And, perhaps, not even by death. Captivated by lonesome, insanity welcomes you. When you hear the static, cover your eyes. When your neck is cold, don't turn around. And if you ever feel alone, run. I hope you are uncomfortable.

Plus d’Infos
WpActionLinkDirectives du Contenu