The Journey 596

Thoughts and Stories

  • Keys: Witnessing a Sinister Cult Ritual

    Keys: Witnessing a Sinister Cult Ritual

    Finally Reaching a town, the long road has vanished behind him, the bar that he took refuge in has become empty, the bartender no longer exists, empty tables, the man refrained from sleeping until he figures out what has happened, why the sudden change in the routine. Carrying his bags and finally entering the town that he longed for years, after contemplating for hours whether to go around the town hidden from people or to go through it, withstanding their ignorance. The man goes through town, his eyes scanned the area as he walks the grounds, restless eyes, gazing at every house, corner, trees, he could see the ants trekking up the grass in the park, if he didn’t manage to hide it or control it in time, people might have thought that he is going into seizure. The man covered his head with a hoodie shielding his eyes from the surroundings as now that he have scanned the entire town, the eyes are back to normal nothing is new, everything is known.

    The man took shelter under a huge tree in the middle of the park, unaware of what is been brewing inside the houses of this dreadful town, although the man is resting but he could not sleep for until now what happened to the bar is still a mystery. The man felt strong feelings of hatred, dark thoughts looming all over town as the town people have emerged from their houses starting their day. The man could not bare what he has felt, feelings of emptiness, feelings that made him hollow. somehow the man could feel everybody’s hatred and darkness, as if they were his own, the man screamed with anger as the darkness tries to creep inside of him, pushing it away with his sheer determination that he is different from them. The sun has turned red, gloomy weather, the fog creeping all over town, a ritual is taking place under the big tree that the man was resting under, now abandoned.

    The man watching the ritual from a far, witnessing the ritual taking place has assured him of why he is on this journey. As the leader of this cult gathered his followers, you could see the sheep gathering like a herd in a pen the their Sheppard guarding the door, the leader started talking nonsense, the man could not careless of what the cult is about, he is waiting to see the aftermath of it all, whether it will work or not; whatever that is their trying to accomplish. Chanting, dancing, and drinking the whole package of a cult is being performed in public, and the public seem to gather around the ritual, the cult leader is gaining followers, “no he is recruiting”, the man said, those naïve humans, must think this is some kind of street performance. I have to stay in town for a while in order to free those humans, or leave them be and just see what happens after the ritual, who knows….

  • Keys

    Keys

    Gathering his stuff, a minimalist whose all belongings fit in two bags, a messenger bag for all his gadgets, a duffel bag with all his wardrobe. Walking down the stairs in the middle of the night, the shackles have been unlocked, the past burst into flames, white fire following his trail, and stopped at the front porch of the house, the fire screamed, shifting its form to those whom he have lost, dead people standing at the porch screaming with anger as he continued to walk away, every scream he heard makes his heart clutch, choking him out breath but just for a second. The scream grew fierce and load, he passed the end of the town, yet he can still hear the morbid screams.

    “Leaving town seemed like a good idea at the time”, he said to the bartender that never asked or showed interest in his story, he continued talking to the bartender for hours about the ifs and what could have happened if he had stayed for hours. After the buzz wore off and now that he is sober, he got up from the side of the road and continued walking, with no destination in mind nor a plan for that matter, walking an endless road, hoping to find what he desires the most; away, away from them all. At dusk as the sun touches the horizon creating a rippling effect in the sky of a light the burns dark orange, he found himself back at the bar talking to the bartender, this time talking about what is and what is yet to become, “this is unsettling” he said to the bartender mid sentence and continued his conversation like it was some sort of habit, that this is a normal thing that happens to anyone, an endless road surrounded by trees with no gas stations nor bars on sight yet he is now in a bar talking to the bartender. The bartender spoke, the man said “oh, he speaks!” the bartender said “well, of course sir. what brings you here this time do you crave some controlled human interaction?” replying to the bartender mockingly “I liked you better when I thought you were mute.” Waking up on the side of the road, not a single car has passed him, he walked, determined that there is something out there for him, something waiting for him, something that only he would know is the truth if he could find it.

    A unique relic, a key that holds great power, created by the old towns witch for entrapping human souls and for those who are by nature, unnatural, it is a weapon that could help them achieve anything that they desire. The Key of Life…..

  • The Tale of the Righteous Man

    The Tale of the Righteous Man

    INTRODUCTION

    It is certainly a new chapter. Everything is falling into place, dreams turned into goals, tasks
    were undertaken to fulfil those dreams, and now, finally, reaping the fruits of said
    accomplished goal. However, we are only halfway through the road, child, enjoy this victory
    a little, then off you go to your next destination, plan for what is and will become of you, for
    the final goal is waiting for us, where the sky touches the sea. The righteous man continues
    his journey towards the final goal, to where there is no sickness and no pain, to where
    beings can just be living in peace in a world of their own creation.

    Centuries ago, the righteous man buried a journal near the first tree, claiming that the journal
    is filled with evil, and decided to proceed with his ongoing quest without the journal. It was
    later, that the righteous man has discovered that we are actually one and that no matter what
    plan he comes up with to suppress this darkness, I will always and surely find a way to be
    present if not in total control, in some actions or words that the righteous man may have
    done or said unknowingly or sometimes accidentally. I am the true representation of Man,
    the truth must always be spoken, emotions must be shared truthfully, I am the sound mind
    that never lies nor shall give others any opportunity to get advantage of us, even when it
    appears otherwise to the untrained eyes. I am the soul, and he is the essence that keeps us
    both intact in this body. After a long treacherous journey of denial, and fighting, finally we
    have made some arrangements, an agreement as the righteous man calls it, we continued
    down the road thinking that we are heading towards the final goal, however it seems that we
    were in a loop for years without knowing it, we keep crossing the burial site, every milestone
    we achieve, we end up beside the first tree next to the buried journal.

    We camped under the first tree after our little victory as we procrastinated digging up the
    journal and taking it with us this time… Towards the final goal.

  • Athena’s Empire: Prologue

    Athena’s Empire: Prologue

    The year is 2596 AC (after collision), earth was invaded by the guardians, when their planet collided with ours, mankind welcomed them as brothers in their planet, so naïve they were. The guardians are beings that roam the galaxies, they are known in many cultures and regions by different names, however they all agree that they are the protectors of mankind. So the guardians ruled the earth, their system is simple and to be honest effective, they became the judge and the jury of the entire planet, accept them as rulers and be their slaves. Enslaved by these creatures, mankind started to come to their senses and finally realized that these creatures are not the mythical guardians and certainly not like the stories that the elders have shared with the youngsters, they are the planet conquerors of Athena.

    The guardians scheme was to infiltrate a planet and search for the most powerful creatures that have influence upon their people from each part of the planet and spread the tales of guardians and how they are the protectors of the galaxies, and so they shared their stories with the rulers to disperse it to his nation, the rulers who comply with their orders would be spared from humiliation and be given powerful weapons, each planet was given 30 years after which they will come and collect their new planet for their ever-growing empire. When they landed first on earth in 1001, I fought them and managed to imprison most of them while the others fled. The second time they visited, I was chained to 2 tons of metal cubes and thrown off of a ship. When I managed to come out, and returned to my manor, the prisoners told me all that I now know, I planned for more than 90 years earth years. I isolated myself and manor from mankind, and managed create an mirroring effect on my manor that makes it invisible to humans, and I painted it with the goo that my prisoners’ have helped me create, to make the manor invisible to the guardians and their technology. They were no longer prisoners, we became friends after I told them that we are like them we are superior over all creatures on earth, and that we are not animals, and so I taught them about mankind and they taught me their knowledge and since then they rebelled from the race and became part of my family; resistance.

    For over a decade, I travelled and spread the word that the guardians are going to come, to collect their debt from the fools who have helped them spread the lies amongst mankind, but with no hope, I was shunned, ridiculed and sometimes tortured by the kings. I am ashamed to admit this, but I was angry, angry at everything the resembles mankind, and so I started writing scriptures, engraved on the walls of the caves, tales of how the guardians are going to visit and mankind must be cautious of such creatures as they are conquerors, I thought that since they liked tales, their going to love this, my intent was to let them know truth about the guardians, however the rulers intervened, they either misinterpreted my scriptures or altered the meaning of my warnings and rewrote the scriptures in a way that will benefit them, little did they know, all mankind will be enslaved no one will be spared, mankind is now at the bottom of the food chain, animals live freely, everything was destroyed and rebuilt back to earth 001, when mankind was without any technology, where the only objective that everyone has on their minds is what to hunt, how can I provide for my family, except their freedom is slipped away from them. I alone, have all the technology and life of the year 0AC.

  • Vessels: Unwanted Presence

    Vessels: Unwanted Presence

    I thought it will all end, when I am done. Persistent to keep on haunting me, I have got no more ideas nor do I have the power to keep doing this. I thought it will be all over once cut all bonds, but I was wrong, it never really stopped, it was a manipulative trick, trying to lure me in with its voice, guiding me towards something that I cannot understand, except that it drains my soul whenever I get closer. It keeps on talking and the nagging is just unbearable. I ran away from everything and everyone, I am tired, I need to rest and so I bargained the voice to leave at least for a month, surprisingly it honored my wish, and so I was able to finally rest and for a whole month. I slept for a week, after that I started to plan my escape from all this messed up life and start over. I was alone yet I can feel it, always looking over my shoulder, thinking that it will finally collect what is owed.

    I started searching for a house far away from people, I looked in places that are secluded, away from all the house and stores, and there it was, my house, smacked in the middle of nowhere beside a closed gas station surrounded by the desert, it is perfect, just how I like it, no one really stops here, they no that the gas station is out of order, and so I bought the house, and suddenly I started scribbling weird symbols, seemed archaic but what could go wrong I am used to it by now, I think it is back, in anger I resisted and shouted “you gave me a month and it has been only 2 weeks 3 days”, not a word came out, just smiling at myself while continuing the art lessons. The symbols covered the whole floor, and circled the house and gas station. I kept on trying to make it talk but without any progress, it is giving me the silent treatment I guess, not that I am complaining, however due to the life that we shared together, it was not a good sign, it always resulted in me feeling empty and unable to think straight. In addition to not being able to control anything in my life, as if I was in a trance. I continued talking and nagging to it until it finally talked, “You wanted me to leave you alone, well, how are you going to stay sane if I am not there guiding you, think you will be able to survive without my help, now that I know that you are protected, this is farewell”. I had a lot of questions, however, I refrained considering the fact that it will leave me alone, finally I shall live peacefully, and so it left. Finally, I have accomplished my dream, I ended it, and now I can live peacefully away from all the creatures that could talk. The first few weeks were a bliss, everything was the way it should be, I am in control of everything, no more manipulation, no more voices, no more humans. As the years passed by, it returned but could not get to me, fortunately all the drawings, they have created a barrier, protecting me… “protecting us” from what is out there and from it.

  • Dystopia: Back To Reality

    Dystopia: Back To Reality

    I woke up drenched in sweat, I have been in bed for more than 40 days, as I was told by my care taker. Headaches, feeling weak, I cant open my eyes, bright light increases the throbbing in my head and I cant move without my body feeling like it is being crushed into the floor, resisting the fall with pain, I must go on.

    Being strangled seemed more tempting now that I am experiencing this bloody sickness that never goes away, I have been sick since birth, so all I have known is being sick and weak, the family says it is a curse, my relatives believe that I wasn’t suppose to be born, but I defied destiny and now I must pay the price, you can tell they’re more delusional than I am, except they’re not on any medication. I took rests as I walked towards the curtains, trying to make the room as dark as I can, preventing the light from entering the room. The room seems bigger as I took a break to catch my breath and rest my weary body, I cant fall here, I almost there, scared that if I fall I wont be able to get up on my own and have to call my care taker, or family to help me, and I’d have to watch them feeling sorry and sad for me, and so I proceeded to shut the curtains and fell on the chair near the curtain, smart am I not. Over the years I have critically studied my strengths and weaknesses and made all necessary precautions to make my room fall-proof, I have placed chairs, sofas, and beanbags all over the room in precise locations that will help me to get wherever I want with ease and without anybody’s help.

    My room is like a mini house inside a house, if you know what I mean. I have front yard with a scooter (my ride, if I decided to go out of the room and unleash sadness upon my family), plants on the path leading to my door. I have a bedroom, literally a room with a just a huge bed in it, in addition to a secondary room for my pet ( my beloved cat “Ty”) and a living room with a kitchen in it. The best part of it all is my balcony backyard, of course I can go out there only at night, since you know the light irritates me. When I am out there, am floating, above all, everything doesn’t matter, not the sickness, family, nothing matters, except for the stars and peaceful sound of the night.

    I must rest now, this is my last journal entry…….

  • Dystopia: Soul, Mind and Body

    Dystopia: Soul, Mind and Body

    I walked for day, everything around me is changing, I dont know what is going on, but I kept pushing through, clutching upon my heart as everything turned black. Is it night time already, it was still in the afternoon or morning I am not sure, the only thing that I am sure of is that there was light, and suddenly I am in abyss. I sighed, and kept on moving, defying my urges to stop and panic, I pushed through until I reached the end of the road, I hit my head on something, I touched it and it seems like a wall. I panicked and started running all over the place creating a cross, it is as I feared, I am trapped.

    Purgatory, hell, call it whatever you like, is it the end? I asked myself, trying to calm my weary soul, “Yes! child, you have completed your journey, rest your weary soul, Oh Righteous child leave be the world of man, leave the pain and corruption, rest here and you don’t have to worry ever again”, as I saw myself laying in the grave, how can I possibly calm my soul, when I am trying to decide which one of me is the real me. I sat beside the grave looking at myself, I am peaceful, I guess we are peaceful. You would figure that I am at shock as I sat there beside myself, however I was trying to shift bodies, I was trying to somehow place my soul in the dead body, in an attempt to revive it, I don’t want to be alone, I hate people, I figured if I want a friend, what better than myself to befriend. I kept trying for days, every book that I have read, every journal I have collected over the years were all talking about souls, possession, and black magic, it was all for protecting myself from the danger of the wielders, I never thought I would use them, I never thought that I would need them and for what to create a friend. Its no use I could not make it happen, the voice came back scolding me “Haven’t I taught you better, Haven’t I praised you enough, accept your resting place or forever wander aimlessly for the goal you are seeking is to die and finally be over with this treacherous life. I wanted to argue that after everything that I have went through and the milky way Ping-Pong that I witnessed, and now that life is beautiful and just how I like it, you want me to die, but then I would seem like a psychopath, and so I refrained and did what I always do to this voice, ignore it, like it never existed.

    A strange creature with long limbs appeared, it stared at me for a long minute and then stormed towards me, I felt the blood rushing towards my heart I never felt an adrenalin rush like this before, it was amazing , except for the fact that I am now pinned and being strangled by this creature.

  • Dystopia: Frostbite

    Dystopia: Frostbite

    The water is freezing cold, I struggled to get out of the water, feeling numb , I cannot feel a thing except for the cold wind that is practically freezing the inside of my skull. I tried and tried until I was about to give up, however in situations like these, one must be like me an opportunist, Master Of The Improvisation Art, I started to slowly drown until I found a bunch of seal like creatures but the size of a blue whale racing towards the hole in the ice that I was trying to get out of, and so I instead of drowning, I decided to use the sealwhales, creative isnt it… okay moving on I used the stampede to force myself out of the water.

    It was my only way out of the freezing cold water, its nice and warm now, I can feel my body defrosting like a frozen turkey on thanksgiving morning, ignoring the fact that It was supposed to be cold, I am in the freaking Antarctica or whatever, maybe iceland, but I was surrounded by snow,ice, aaaand water. The thing is that the plan worked, I got out of the freezing cold water, but the thing is I didnt get pushed of the water into the land or ice for that matter, I got swallowed by the sealwhale. I will be freaking out if it wasnt warm and nice inside this creature, let me enjoy this as long as I can withstand this. I rested for a while, to regain my strength then I started to investigate the creature, a biopsy like this while the creature is still breathing and moving around, I starting poking things until I was shot of the creature when he vomited, not sure why I felt offended, I did.

    I continued my journey, heading towards something, something that I cant seem to remember, but I know the path to it, why cant I remember my goal, why cant I remember anything except for the road that leads to that thing. Something vague, but it is somehow important. I walked, walked, and walked for days.

  • Dystopia: The Lost City Of Atlantis Part II

    Dystopia: The Lost City Of Atlantis Part II

    After the 40 days, I was forsaken by the Atlanteans or who ever helped me, nonetheless, its not a bad thing, I hate humans or any creature that can talk for that matter, they are no different than the ones I left on land, except for the gills and ability to breath under water. I was interested in their anatomy I wanted to observe them, study them, like I used to do with mankind.

    I cannot believe that I actually in the lost city, it never occurred to me that I am breathing under the ocean or ability to walk and talk and could hear sound whilst under the ocean, until I strayed away from the road and started floating and I could see all types of sea creatures however they are different than I expected, it looks like they are not mindless creatures, they seem to have some sort of community down here, social class upon observation is related to the food chain, the bigger fish run the city. All fish live peacefully, I wondered what happened to the food chain cycle, predictor and pray, how can they survive, did they evolve and started a new diet like eating sea weed/plants/corrals. I asked the lowest class of their social ladder, the shrimp, after I cornered him, I was stunned with what he said, the Atlanteans, the lost city was just a farm for harvesting Atlanteans for the sea creatures. It never occurred to me why the sharks and whales did not hunt me done, rather they welcomed me and made me feel like one of their own. Upon further investigation the Atlanteans were kidnapping humans to feed the fish, and I just jumped right into their arms. They were all punished for their deceit and were eaten by the ocean kingdom, except for one female Atlanteans. After calculating their moves and their scarce food situation I decided to flee.

    I started running around searching for an exit out of this dome, I ran and ran until I could not anymore, in despair I sat in the middle of road, they are following me, thoughts of being eaten by sea creatures seemed a cool and funny way to die, I lied their looking at the ceiling of the dome, the letters E..X….I…..T were written in red, now I have two choices either die or continue my journey, the latter seems like the logical way to go, and so I have to figure out a way to reach the exit without them following me. I destroyed the dome from the inside out, thinking that they would be okay (creatures who want yo eat me) since they are creatures of the ocean, however they all dematerialized as the salt water washed them. I resurfaced but there is no more dry land, there is the ocean and snow covering the rest of the earth…

  • Dystopia: The Lost City

    Dystopia: The Lost City

    I jumped into the ocean. I floated for days, not a single creature on sight, I kept looking at earths new sky upgrade, it is strange, I know that we have drifted away from the milky way but why is the sky raining goo, should I be worried? The good thing is that I am in the water nothing can harm me, except for the unexpected moon swings that makes the waves still at times and at times you wish you were hit by a freaking tsunami, instead of being submerged continuously wave after wave. My skin is getting all wrinkly, I decided to go back to the frying pan that is nowhere to be found, I did not move, I just jumped and floated near the tower, what caught my attention was the sky seems like falling, a quick side note, which is totally irrelevant to the current situation is that I get distracted easily if things were not planned or in a certain routine. Either the sky is falling, water levels have risen, or I am getting loopy. Excited that I will get to see the stars and planets up close, however the idea of not being able to breath was slightly concerning.

    “Not to worry” I calmed myself as I dove into the ocean, thinking of seeking refuge underwater, like people actually lived underwater, sarcastically blaming my love for the lost city and captain Nemo. I kept diving and diving, I witnessed a dome just a few feet away, I found the lost city or is just the side effect of losing air and water pressure. I guess this is where my story shall end, death by drowning. A 200 fathoms under the ocean, I woke up inside the dome, guess rescuing the only human under the ocean was inevitable, by the Atlanteans. I though that they were humans like us, but they are not, they have a body of a human but everyone seems to have a flat face with just a mouth and eyes that are placed on the far end of each side, weird yet interesting; I would certainly not make fun or make them feel uncomfortable for their looks, they saved my life. As they spoke I felt like home, creatures speaking my language for some strange reason I felt proud. I was instructed to bedrest for 40 days.

    I stayed in their egg like pods that they call bed for 40 days, feeling the energy running through my body, I could not feel thirst nor hunger, I was incubated, or studied not sure yet, but they seem friendly.