The Journey 596

Category: DARKNESS

  • Islands and Huts

    Fear is nothing but a feeling of not knowing the outcome of a an event that is yet to occur, however it consumes us. Stranded on an island with no one but yourself, you’ll start calling for help, hoping that you are not alone, yet when you discover that your not alone but there are other people around you whom were stuck too, they just died, their death seemed peaceful at least their bones were not disturbed which suggests a normal death.

    But of WHAT ! Dammit.

    How Would I possibly know, young apprentice. Don’t fret, there is always hope.

    Rescued from the island, the place you dread to leave, however, now you are saved yet filled with emptiness, and hardship as you are now going to back to the mundane routine of your pathetic life.

    What is it you really want, child?

    I want to be free!

    Foolish dreams, child. How could you possibly be free when you lack the slightest spark of light. You are, what one calls the “True Darkness”, you don’t seek freedom, you command it and destroy anything on your way.

    You see once man was rescued from the island and brought back to the society of lies and hypocrisy, and after experiencing life without people in it on a secluded island, you would want to go back to that peace. After experiencing life alone, without the dread of smiling, masking your true feeling and comforting the insects, who instead must be smashed by the foot, however, we couldn’t just go around and start smashing insects, it will harm the environment, the whole cycle of earth shall be distrurbed.

    That is what is holding me back, their doom shall be of their own making, and I shall be there to witness their downfall….

  • Hello…Anybody…?

    Does it still work ?

  • Without A Mask

    A man so different than the rest, unique in everything that he does. He is different that everything he does gets criticized and sometimes judged as to why he is like this. However, the man could not care less, for his actions could never have hurt anyone. Nevertheless, the town continued their role as a coach for the man must conform into becoming one of them, but the man believed in his soul, and so their efforts has gone to waste. Unfortunately, the society took it upon themselves to make the life of this man who was true to himself a living hell.

    The man was labeled with words none of which were true, and started making rumors about his personal life. They have entered his personal space, sabotaged his inner peace, and stabbed him with words so painful that he was about to unleash something evil, something that he was afraid of losing himself in it, and that was rage. The man ran away, as fast as he could, as if getting away from a killer, the man was trying to calm himself from all the anger, so that he could return back home.

    The man has finally calmed down after hitting the trunk of tree until his hands became numb, and his knuckles were covered in blood. On the way home the man started to think as to why they were treating him badly when he never have offended anyone. Entering his apartment the man saw an old lady standing in front of his door, when he came up to her she said do not worry my child everything will be fine just do not lie to yourself, do not wear mask, do not hide who you are, be true, for only then will you be able to achieve and fulfill your purpose in life.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Abandoned Soul

    In a town filled with fakes, wearing masks, hiding their true soul behind the image that the society has created for them. Conforming became the new happiness or otherwise, you shall be shunned. Given choices, none of which the soul truly likes. The soul has been ignored, trying to please others selfish needs, and so the pain became harder to endure, and soon the soul started to give in to hatred.

    Everything feels familiar, the air, the people, and even their actions became so predictable as if you are stuck in a story that repeats itself and never progressing. Fear ended when the soul gave in to hatred. Now that the soul has turned dark, the only way to feel nothing at all, shut down all emotions, and never have the anxiety of what others think about you; is to be true to yourself, find peace with who you really are, and believe in yourself, and as always work hard and do whatever it takes to achieve all your goals.

    Rewriting the story, resetting everything, avoiding the mistakes, and most importantly do not ignore your soul, believe in what you would like to be and do if anything should be ignored is the opinion of the people who never understand and would like everything to go by their rules.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Asylum

    It seems that I am still in the same loop, time is repeating itself, the situation has not changed. Returning back to the asylum, I was given a different cell but the sentence has not changed, I was an accessory in this dilemma where I had to choose between being selfish and selfless, and apparently, I had chosen wrongly, therefore I had been turned into a puppet.

    In quarantine our meals consist of rules, that must be forced into your life, and if you try to violate their rules, you will be embedded with a chip of the rules that you have defied. In here, your soul does not belong to yourself, it belongs to the warden. Everything is slipped away from you, your life, your dreams, and your passion. They are manipulating us, trying to convince us of the privilege that they are offering, making us forget the sacrifices that we made in order for them to gain strength; our souls have been taken.

    Happiness does not ring a bell, is it a myth, or is it a once in a lifetime experience that has not reached me it, and is not sure if it ever will.

  • The Chronicles of Ay

    Chapter 1

    Please forgive me for I have sinned, A phrase that people use in order to redeem themselves from the misdeed that they have acted upon. However, in my case instead of mumbling about my sins out loud, I choose to take action, taking responsibility for what I have done, and only from there will I be able to fix it.

    Starting to realize the causes of my misdeeds late, but it is better than not knowing and proceeding on the same deadly path. The journey has been postponed to further notice, for I need time, in order fix what I have broken, whilst for the path must be renovated into a beautiful path that I can see myself in, and be proud. I no longer shall follow the spirit of sadness, unfortunately, I have not got the time to waste on a mirage that even I cannot see it clearly. Isolation is not an option, and I will never ignore ever again nor will I ever run away from anything.

    All in all, the time has come to take action and face the responsibilities for my action. I am becoming a better person than I ever was, I am an achiever I will never settle for average I am always at the top, I will never rest until I have achieved all of my goals.

  • Entities Of A Vessel

    Imagine the loss of something or someone that you really love and care about; it can be really hard to cope and move on. Trying to resolve, but finding the solution can be really difficult, for it requires great sacrifice. Moving on is not as easy as everyone thinks; it is the exact opposite. Meaning that you have to find peace with the loss and never look back unless to the happy memories to whom you have shared with. The pain here seems bearable, how about the one that you have lost is yourself?

    Two beings shared one vessel; the soul and man. The essence upon which one can feel and determine right from wrong, have fled, it is not the first actually, it happened in the past, but with the correct amendment, the man managed to convince the soul to return back. The first incident which led the soul to flee its vessel was because of the demonic path that he was on, and also because it contradicted with the man’s own principles; it seems as though he was tricked or simply under a spell. The soulless man, along with the darkness in him, in isolation, in a cell, away from all the creatures; trying to figure out the mistake that he has made.

    The oath has been broken, now that the man is on the same path but with the reincarnation of the demon that he was with. Change must occur if what the man is seeking is his soul. One cannot survive in a cell for a long time before he loses his mind. Restrained under a cruel ritual that made him break the oath between them; man and soul. In a stream of thoughts it came up to the man of what must be done in order to break the spell, compensate for the mistakes that he has caused, for the soul fled because of the pain that it has experienced, along with the man, but no more as the man pierced his rib cage and broke the wording so that the soul can return back to him safely without being controlled again.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Bloody Daggers

    Wandering around through nature, seeking its beauty. The soul isn’t fulfilled by the cruelty of mankind; their destruction and pollution are sickening, I’m retreating to the untouched island of the first human. The first land from which the humans spread like an epidemic disease without laying hands on its infrastructure as if it’s protected, worded so that humans won’t destroy it even if they could.

    The island hid after the humans left, behind the hurricanes of the Atlantic ocean where the paranormal happens; the ships and planes get sucked into the grave, for no other than the pure and righteous can get to the island. Took the sea as I left mankind behind me with their daggers covered in my blood, the wounds aren’t healing from betrayal and their laughter as they proceeded with their cruelty not realizing the pain that they cause to one’s soul.

    I am close, entering the fog, and soon the hurricanes appeared before the ship tearing it apart along with me. Washed on the shore of an island, not sure whether it is the one for the signs hasn’t yet appeared. The signs that shall let me pass through the barrier that is protecting it. The sun shimmering its rays towards my heart as if scanning it, looking for the slightest impurity; hatred, cruelty, and greed. The rays then clutched upon my soul, lifting me up as my body burnt to ashes, and inside the island, I was given a new vessel, a vessel that didn’t undergo through any sorrow nor betrayal.

  • Kindness, is it still a thing?

    This looks familiar, the seals are broken, the cycle has started; the curse has been unleashed. I don’t understand haven’t I moved on? I am doing it again, falling into a wormhole of events that I already lived; the soul is shivering and the heart is squeaking for it was a hardship that requires sacrifice that no one bears.

    Trapped, moving seems impossible, I am restrained. The chains are heavier and more powerful than before; it’s sucking my soul, I am shrinking. Through my journey I have met people who were on a quest to find happiness, given that I made it clear that happiness cannot be reached the way that they’re seeking it; for its a far complex thing than a destination, it is a spiritual experience can be achieved by having the characteristics of the righteous because only with these characteristics you will be able to endure the pain. For happiness comes with a great deal of sorrow; It makes everything around you as clear as a crystal.

    Swiftly, the stream is taking me towards its bank, or that’s what I thought. It’s testing me, trying to manipulate me, asking me to change. In disappointment, the tears fled from the eyes screaming “we are worried about you not the other way around.” So it became clear: People have changed and so to cope I too must become one of them. A story that begins with misery always ends with misery, however, it can always be altered into a happy ending but only if you have peace of mind.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Over The Edge

    Broken, yet again. How can I live with this, I cannot take it anymore. As pathetic as it sounds the miserable man who has seen nothing but misery since the moment he opened his eyes on this doomed planet we know as earth.

    Continued murmuring as he picked up the pieces of his shattered life and tend to the wounds of his soul, and of course the forgotten heart that was stabbed by non-other than love itself. “Every time I smile or even try to be happy, the world finds a way to obliviate the happiness from my life, killing all of my feelings, however instead of making me numb, it shatters my entire existence with its deadly obstacles, that are more of a torture than an obstacle. Nevertheless, I pick up my shattered self and move on, or at least I try, but the world seems to be unsatisfied with me, and therefore, it strikes me with its claws shredding the already shattered pieces making it harder for me to live.

    The signs are telling me that I should leave and that I do not belong; for I am wounded and unable to fulfill my purpose. So much for a purpose: enduring pain. An old fortress that was once unstoppable can now be destroyed with the slightest of a blow. “I am not giving up, not yet. I can still move on, but I am not sure if I can endure more, I think it will be that last….

     

    “There Is Still Hope”