The Journey 596

Category: dreamer

  • 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.

  • 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….

  • The Meaning Of Life

    Those nights that pass by, that awakes your soul from its slumber, the nights where everything suddenly becomes clear; a great chapter shall unfold in your life. Unable to sleep with all of the series of events and thoughts and research that you have accumulated over the years that is going on and on in your head, only when you have thought that these events are neither similar to each other nor can they be of meaning; the pieces, like a puzzle all the pieces, have been connected, now it’s up to me to make the changes.

    Sitting alone in the dark, away from the fellow humans. Thinking about your action, what am I going to do, what is the answer to such a thing? Confused, on how you are going to react, whether you are going to ignore it and play along like always, or going to tackle it. It is a matter that cannot be postponed, for it is the key to your life; therefore, you must beware of all the consequences that with your choice of action. Then, after a long sleepless day, you lay everything in front of you, trying to come up with the perfect action to tackle it. As if preparing for war, the first plan concludes on being selfish and doing what is best for me. While the other plan consolidates on achieving more good than evil.

    Now it is the time, for your answer is the key to the rest of your life, and how you are going to be in the future. You need not be scared of your choice, choose what you really believe in for only then you shall discover about what lays ahead of you, and whether it is going to be painful or peaceful. Do not worry, there is always another chance to make up for mistakes.

  • My Enemy !

    When everything seems to be perfectly in place, the life once again proves you wrong, by an earthquake, elaborating how easily it can crush us. I do not know whether I must cry and give up or should I pick up the shattered pieces of my hard work and continue my journey on this earth. Giving in seems to be out of the question, been called stupid for the limits that they have set me with; however, they have never realized that I have long surpassed their limits. So now my mind is trying to trick me into thinking that I have limits and tries to hold me from achieving certain goals.

    It is disappointing to know that you’ve become your own enemy. Pinpointing the exact location of the problem, the mind. It has been trying to shift my focus from what really matters to the margins of life where I rarely stay, and sadly it has succeeded. Distractions around me noise that I cannot possibly live with nor can I ignore. Creatures trying to ruin my peace of mind, trying to stay relevant in my world, but what they have forgotten is that I need not got the time to waste on them. A moment of shock, becoming aware as to what I have become, I reckon I must take out the journal for repentance and to take away the cruelty from within my soul.

    Sometimes, just sometimes, life can be with you, on your side; trying to help you be a better person and to make you grow. All in all, it is a wonderful life, knowing that there is always room for improvements and trying your hardest to achieve your dreams and goals.

    “There Is Always Hope”

  • Stupidity !

    TWOTE

    Chapter 40 


    Who am I, to judge. I am no longer in the position to ask why, and based on what assumptions are they targeting there cruelty upon me for. In silence I walk away, no matter what the situation is I remain silent; no words can possibly portray the contents of my heart.



    Distancing myself from them, decreasing my social circle, not sure if I even had one. Clashing through the tides of life like there is no tomorrow. Trying to survive and searching for a way to live peacefully for the rest of my life. Frustrated, as to what they all think about me, but who to blame for such stupidity other than myself. In ruins I have been left with little pieces left of what is called the future.



    A plot twist soon shall be revealed, and in shock it shall be to those whom were taking my soul for granted.

  • A Terrifying Game Called Life 

    At dawn, when the sun is shimmering, softly that it takes away the tiredness and laziness from the creatures. Starting the day with a beautiful view and a cup of coffee, followed by a short run, that shall make you energised and ready to fight the obstacles that shall be presented to you once you set your foot out of your house.

     

    Trying to focus on the final goal, while being busy, fighting the daily dilemmas, with the cruel creatures; fighting for the soul. Working hard and making progress, which shortens the distance of the final goal. Thinking of it as a mission, every time the sun rises, and the night targeting its darkness elsewhere. A set of tasks some of them are repeated daily while the other set have a specific date and time, all of these tasks must be followed in order. Rules that has been created precisely after witnessing the cruel creatures for decades: a spell that repels their negativity and cruelty.

     

    Giving life a meaning again, for the soul has been retrieved. Working hard and enjoying the process, with hope. Patient as to what the future holds from obstacles and bliss.

     

  • One’s Soul

    Life is an adventure, so do not sign yourself up for a planned life, where everyone copies the past generation’s life; therefore, traveling in a paved path. If you put it simply they are basically copycats.

    Experience life for who you are not for who they think you are. Wander, with your mind and body until you reach your soul. The soul that you have ignored, to please the others, the soul that you have forced to run away. Instead of trying to understand it and work with it, to witness the great aspects of life that you have never dreamed of, you simply pushed it away. A great vision of life shall prosper once you have found your soul and worked with it; therefore, your purpose will be visible and clear before your eyes. How many are there, living without their souls? Given roles, which does not fit who they are, forced and molded by the cruel environment that they lived in. Life to those who lost their souls by the cruelty of others is a boring routine of events repeating daily, until they have fallen deep into loath and misery, which will result in suicide, or in some rare cases they will tend to fix their mistakes by searching for their souls.

    The soul is a mystery; some have claimed that it is who we are, while others said that it is another being inside of us, which makes us whole. The journey starts when you feel lost and confused, and with thoughts rising simultaneously, wearing your head and making you feel empty from the inside.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Who Are They ? Monsters

    Once upon a time, in a land far away from where beasts lived among the humans, and where the witches and demons are being burnt, a kid lost his soul. Trenched by the poisonous thoughts of his clan “humans”.

    The kid grew up not knowing what is there for him on this earth, been manipulated by the society trying to mold his soul as what they thought best fitting for the child, not giving him a choice to be who he really is. After years of trying to mold his soul into something that he is not, he rebelled and decided to figure things out for himself.

    On journey to cure his soul and find his purpose, the boy wandered the earth witnessing the actions of his clan upon the beasts and witches, which revealed before his eyes that the humans are the real monsters, burning witches without any sensible reason, burning them for something that they have no control over; born witch. Thinking that they are superior on this earth, they continue their misdeeds by invoking the beasts who are trying to hide and live peacefully among the humans and becoming furious when they fight back. A string of evil created by none other than us “humans”.

    The kid struggled on his journey that is still ongoing, trying to find his lost soul that ran away the moment they tried to engrave their teaching upon him, the moment they tried to poison the child.

  • Weary !

    I don’t know what has happened; it happened so fast. I have changed a lot; I’m no longer the guy you used to know me. Everything seems different, scared of them all, for now, I can see through their souls. The chains that restrained the darkness in me has torn apart unleashing every bit of pain, every bit of sadness that has troubled my soul.

    Enduring such pain and misery can mess one’s soul big time; it can kill all the emotions in you. The smile I faked in the past has changed from hiding the pain to unleashing pain. Once I have started to notice what has happened to my poor soul I pulled myself away from the people I care about scared that I will cause them trouble, even if they were the ones who turned me into a cold, emotionless soul. Surrounded myself by the evil creatures, urging to unleash upon them the wrath of the pain and sadness that they have caused me, but in time they shall all witness before their eyes what pain is. The monstrous creatures cannot endure pain, for only those with a pure heart can withstand such thing.

    Retracing my steps back to where it all began and all I could see is how humans are monsters. Not only they’ve caused pain to my soul, but they’re also trying to pull me into becoming a member of their cult of cruelty. I fled away, can’t trust anyone for they will only threaten my peace of mind. I shall be gone forever, and never come back to those who have tortured my soul with their ongoing misdeeds. Fading away into the void, for I must restrain the darkness with the chains of hope and faith, and lock it away in a place where it shall not find the light.

    “Rest my weary soul, for the time shall come.”