The Journey 596

Author: The Journey 596

  • Reaching Hands

    T.W.O.T.E

    >Bonds

    Thought that I would not be able to come out of this hole, for I have fallen many times, with each fall the wound becomes deep, and the spikes at the end of the hole pierce through my body as it captures my soul and decimates my body. Each time I get closer, I lose focus and begin to tremble, as I get pulled into my head. A series of thoughts that I must live through, for the damage that I took is far greater than I can endure on my own.

    In my head, re-living what has already happened to me, and being able to see what I could not see before for I was too kind to realize their evil intent: they were hiding behind a mask. As much as I learn from this phenomenon, and as it tries to let me know that I must return to who I am, return to the path and leave everything behind, I never thought that I would stick for this long, but soon I shall be forced to leave against my will. I wanted to get back to the path, and continue my journey towards the final goal, I thought that I had time on my hands and that I will eventually get there; however, time became limited. I cannot leave, at least not yet. Attached to them, a characteristic that I am not proud of having for it caused me a lot of pain and burned the happiness out of my soul, for some creatures have a thing for betrayal and backstabbing. Luckily, in the end, I have found them, ones that I could count on, and have my back when I fall. Skipping through the thoughts as it tries to make me realize that I am drifting away from the path and that I must reach the final goal.

    As I was climbing out of the hole, I felt the sickness as it travels through my veins, and the weak bones that crack with every move I take. Exhausted, yet I am trying to survive, but the odds were against me as my hands started to lose its grip, I felt that my time has been rescheduled, and so I succumbed and tried to let go when their hands reached me and pulled me out of my misery, and I am thankful and grateful for them ever since.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • The Choice is Yours !

    My weary body cannot take any more damage. I am a wreck. My soul is beginning to fade with every cruelty that it experiences, thought that if I endured the pain I would become powerful, but it was too much for my vessel and its inhabitant.

    Every step I walk I could feel my body tearing apart, with every breath I take, I could taste the blood in my throat; of all the things that I have decided to suppress and never express; for it will do no good to anyone. The feelings are eating me alive. Feeding upon the goodness of my heart, for I have never hated nor been cruel to anyone. For the path that I have chosen forbids such evil sins to be committed. Broken like a shattered glass, to thousands of pieces, pieces of my life gone to waste, although it is not impossible to fix, I have decided to give up, for life has given up on me a long time ago.

    In the chronicles of misery, the boy wrote, about those who deserved better than this earth, that is filled with cruelty and hatred. To all those who suffered, there will be a time when you will come to realize that everything you went through was just an unpaved path towards your dream.

  • The Curse Of The Righteous

    I’m leaving you all behind, the righteous man screamed with despair. Where are you headed, the creatures spoke, with a tone of compassion, that was recognized by the righteous man as a joke, for they are devious and can be deceivable.

    Packing all his belongings into a bag and dashed towards the horizon, without any destination in mind, he thought that his righteousness would take him somewhere better, somewhere peaceful. Although, he never knew that he would end up imprisoned for helping someone out, helping someone who seemed to be in a difficult position, bleeding. Unfortunately it was a trap done by the creatures to gain money from whoever tries to patch up the bleeding guy. Later at night he was bailed out by an old lady, whom seemed to be knowledgeable of the curse that follows the righteous.

    The righteous and pure hearted, seem to fall into a chain of difficult situations because of them thinking that everyone around them to be pure hearted and righteous and that they cannot be deceivable nor devious; for they think good about all creatures. As soon as the righteous man realized that no one can be trusted, and that in order to survive he has himself, the book, and the long journey ahead.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Closure

    T.W.O.T.E

    Chapter: 1214161718

    What is trust? How can one be so stupid, for the repetition of the same sin towards my soul, is wearing me down? Is it simply because of the nature of my heart, that I would think good of everyone, or is it desperation? Another quest shall be taken in order to end the cycle of this misery, towards the Darkness I head, seeking the truth, the ultimate solution that shall put an end to this pathetic situation.

    I am coming home, returning back to the place where I can rest and find peace, going back to the place where no betrayal and no pain can be done. I have come a far way, where I thought I would never ever need to go back, thought of taking every challenge on my way without turning back, but I have failed, and here I have passing through the memories, walking past my achievements that I have conquered, with every checkpoint I reach, the memories play in my head, trying to tell me to move on and never give up, comforting me, asking me to proceed with my journey even though the odds are against me.

    At last, I have reached home, to the safest place on the surface of the earth; the Darkness. The voices started to whisper calming my soul, tending to my wounds. As the process of healing takes time, I ought to think about the obstacle that blocked my path, not only once but many. The curse is an annual event, occurs every year, does not have a fixed date yet it has a great effect upon the soul of I. For the deed that has taken place is far greater for the soul to endure, nor the heart has the capacity to forgive. As soon as I realized that I am becoming one of them I returned back to find closure and then proceed with my path.

  • The Warlocks

    In the 1990s, the societies have encouraged people to read in order to fight ignorance and in order to maintain a highly educated society. However in a small village behind the mountains a group of people, a cult if you will, whom took an author as an idol, not worshiping him of course, but they took his writings as if it is true.

    They called themselves “warlocks”, following the grimoire that they have found on the doorstep of their library. Since the library has been under maintenance for the past decade or so the library was empty except for the grimoire who was written recently by the warlock himself who manipulated the villagers into trusting him and believing what is in the book. Before the book has been written the warlock in his mansion, orating a ritual that summons beings superior to himself and with his offering, they accepted to teach him spells and magic with symbols, talismans, amulets, potions, and rituals to enter another realm. Therefore he has traveled through time and pierced with his spells the universes, and so he wrote his adventures in spells and codes and into an enchanted book that presents these symbols to the eyes of humans as a story to lure them and trick them until it became an obsession.

    A noble nomad came to the village based on a story that he has heard in a bar of a village that is cursed with a book, and that it is inhabited by demons and what attracted him to this village was the fact that outsiders cannot comprehend the book and so they end up either dead or lose their minds. In order to unlock the mystery, jack the wanderer asked their leader of this cult that he is sick of traveling and would like to settle in this village; the warlock told him that he must undergo some trials to see if he fits in this abnormal culture. The warlock asked the wanderer to swear that he will be loyal to the cult and that what he learns from the elders would only be used for the good of the entire human race.

    After a few months, Jack became aware of the war that this village has started upon the human race; for the warlock had betrayed the beast who taught him everything, his master. The warlock found out that the beast was manipulating him to fulfill his plans to annihilate the humans, for what they have done to his race in the past. Therefore, the warlock rebelled and started teaching the villagers magic and spells to protect the humans and themselves from the evil beasts that roam beneath us and between the mountains.

  • Silver Lining ?

    Life happened and everything is starting to fall into place, the vision that I had is still fading, but the imprint that it left on my soul is hazardous; as it starts to take me away from now and then, implying that its work has not yet been done and there is more. A clear vision, now that I can foresee how I am going to end up; the future is not so dark after all (T.W.O.T.E, 1998).

    It is strange how you can become alive when you have been in the shadows, empty from the inside, and so the prolonged journey of the breathing corpse has ended. Life sometimes controls our time, preventing us from doing what we love, taking us away from our passion. However, in return you will achieve something that you have always wanted and that will help you to survive in this world, it is an opportunity cost that we would not have chosen for ourselves, neglecting its benefits and complaining about how it can be a struggle without even trying it, nor thinking about challenging ourselves.

    All in all, you can still manage to do the things you love and practice your passion, even though you think that you have not got the time to do so. You see prioritizing here is the key to managing your life, of course, you will need to have time management skills in order to go through with your plan.

  • The Fallen Warrior

    Chapter One

    In the past, before we humans roamed the earth, different beings were created and they were called the beasts. The beasts were cruel and they kill anyone who comes in their way even if it was one of their own, but mostly the animals and trees. They brought destruction upon the earth, and with pools of blood all over the earth, an infectious disease spreads like a flock of flies.
    The healthy beasts burnt the sick and continued roaming the earth to cause destruction, up until a warrior, one of their own became of an age and was blessed with a gift of a righteous heart, with a mission to stop his ancestors from ruining the earth. The warrior tried convincing his clan to stop their wrath upon the earth and told them that the earth is a beautiful place and filled with mysteries, therefore we must not take it for granted, for only peace and righteousness could withstand such beauty. They shunned him away and told him if he was ever in their way they would not hesitate to end his life on earth and send him to the purgatory. The warrior replied, in time you will understand the will that has been sent to me and I am leaving for the punishment is about to be sent if you do not stop your killings and destruction, and so he left with great remorse and sadness for his clan is about to be annihilated.
    Years have passed and the punishment is yet to be done upon those whom are ruining the earth and its resources. The warrior could not wait anymore and took it upon himself to end his clan once and for all. He stalked them and until they were in line and as soon as the darkness covered the earth and before the stars could light up the way he started assassinating one after the other except for their leader, the elder beast; he was nowhere near the clan, the warrior continued his search for the elder beast, but in despair, he failed. At the end of the canal, the warrior stood seeking answers, and what he was enlightened with did not satisfy him, for he has sinned.
    The tale of the beasts rests within the journal of the warrior, titled The Fallen Warrior.

  • The End Of Darkness

    T.W.O.T.E

    Now that I have severed all bonds; for it is a torture to witness their cruelty. Wandering around peacefully along the endless road of life, shockingly not waiting for the end, but rather looking forward to the future that awaits.

    In my healing process, I have begun meditating to understand life better and to gain peace of mind from all the thoughts that accumulate in my head. Organising the thoughts, ideas that seemed random at first, unable to understand; flowing rapidly one after the other, it was overwhelming. Clarity, the thing that I thought was impossible to achieve, now I know better; only you can decide whether you will be able to achieve something or not. The nightmares have gone, disappeared, but left behind valuable lessons. I will no longer let myself undergo the same mistakes, for it is not their fault alone, I assisted in a way that I could never imagine would hurt me. Kindness, when given to someone that does not deserve it, becomes a victim of their cruelty.

    I have changed, I am no longer the victim. A new chapter shall begin, beautiful lessons will be given that shall help you in your journey of life.

  • A Writer Of Dreams

    A lot of you may wonder how stories are written, and how the writer was able to think or rather create a world of his own with characters, time zone, and a protagonist for that reality with connections between all the characters, we must not forget the epiphany, too. All have their own way of writing stories, or books; for some, the ideas just run through their heads and they write it down in notebooks, and some write based on their real-life experience. I personally prefer writers who write based upon their experience, for it touches the heart right away, and it makes you impatient about what will happen in the next chapter as soon as you close the book.

    A writer of dreams is someone who could come up with all five elements of a story (characters, setting, plot, conflict, and resolution) while daydreaming, or when bored. As remarkable as this, sometimes the writer experiences difficulties in writing all the details of a story all at once, so to make it count, summarizing it into a short essay saves the writer from forgetting the meaning of the story. In books, there are many genres from journals, diaries, drama, horror, mystery, science fiction, etc. For writers of dreams, their books/stories often have signs of sadness which usually fade along the story with hope and faith.

    A single thought complemented with the right imagination, you could create a whole new reality, you just have to let your mind go wild on its own. No harm is done, diving into different realities of your own creation, it is fun….

  • Have Pride In Who You Are !

    A Captive Of Society

    Chapter One: Pages 1-2

     

    Purity is found in all of us, but only few remain unpolluted, for all the rest are stuck in an endless puppet show; for they never fought for themselves, never tried to be themselves, and so they accepted their fate……

    It is unbearable, the feeling is coming back, and the voices are louder than ever, they are trying to manipulate me, convince me to do things, persuade me to be myself and be free. Free from the clutches of society, the chains squeezed my skin, as I once escaped, now the chains are thicker and heavier. The warden with his magical potions experimenting on me, trying to come up with the ultimate spell to turn me into one of his puppets.

    The voices rapidly reject the potions, and so he turned to his black book of spells and casted a powerful spell that the voices had to make me enter a state of unconsciousness to wear it off. After years of being held captive in one of the facilities the doctors had given up and so they have tortured me daily, but I could not give them, the only thing that separates me from them humans; it is my unique and true self that I am proud of, I do not follow nor lead, therefore, I create my own way. Weary unable to move, as the hammer cracked my bones and the hooks clutched into my skin. In a huge wheel, I was tied and I could feel the skin tear apart with every turn the wheel takes.

    At the time, I ought to give up, for there is nothing to do that shall break me free; however, the voices fiercely told me, “there is nothing that could to stop us, but only if you believe.” So I believed even though the odds were against me, and there was no chance for me to break free from their hooks, but somehow I managed to disappear….