The Journey 596

Category: REALITY

  • 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.

  • Dystopia : Rays Of Gold AND Midgets

    Dystopia : Rays Of Gold AND Midgets

    I kept on running until I could see the light, I kept getting closer, and closer, then the light dispersed into rays, I was curious as to how could the light suddenly split into many rays, however I was not going to risk my life investigating what could possibly be a trap, that is what I told myself, but I found myself stopping and investigating the rays of light, which appear to be holes drilled in the ceiling of the cave, the numerous holes that allow some sort of light to pass through them, knowing that I deep inside a cave under the lake, so the sun or thing that lights the earth is not what is lighting this place, however the rays are pointing back to where I came from, and landing on a piece of old helmet that I would like to call an artifact.

    I grabbed the helmet and run out of the cave, busting through every weirdly shaped Muscovites. For those who don’t know what is a muscovite, muscovite is like a sheet of rock that can easily break by applying utmost minimum force. Finally, I got out of that dreadful cave. I found myself on a land planted with gold, literally, gold plants, flowers, tress, grass, even the houses are built with gold. however, what amazed me even more is that there is a house, and the only house that I could find that is built with normal resources, wood and bricks, although the mixture is odd, it is the closest that I could find to normal. As I walked towards the somewhat ordinary house, I saw that trees are producing gold, gold coins. I fought my habit of loving money. A quick side note, I got control of all my habits and got my life together a day before the apocalypse started, that is just how lucky I am. The gold land is empty no living creature appears to be on sight, I am alone, which is not a bad thing, as I approached the ordinary house I was surrounded by midgets, gold covered midgets, which is my ultimate nightmare, that and very old strangers. I uttered why does it have to be midgets, couldn’t it be beasts or demons. I was still on the clear, no threats were received from the midgets, only until I started to hysterically laugh they have unleashed their mini wrath upon my heart and started chasing me down. The thing is when I am in any life threating or serious situations I tend to resort to laughter or sarcasm, and since I don’t know their language, I burst into laughter.

    They chased me all over the gold land, I was running for my life and laughing at the same time which made it harder for me to catch a breath, and so I fainted and was captured by the gold leprechaun.

  • Dystopia : Prologue

    Dystopia : Prologue

    The year is 2099, post-apocalyptic earth, everything is destroyed, people have died, animal population decreased, scarce source of food, the world has reformed again, making one huge continent linking all countries together, and so people split into groups, upside and downside. These groups were made in order to enforce order, in world where everything has returned back to what earth truly means, this meant no technology and cars. The nation brought back to the primitive era, where earth is again for everyone, meaning of property has changed to where you setup your house or camp and 10 feet from each side is yours. Everyone is freaking out, some even denying the fact that they have lost everything , while others thrive in such situations like the survivalists or who I now call “preppers”, and of course there is me. I am called the improviser, I am the one who could get out of any situation with minimum damage, a chameleon, I can blend in so fast that people start to share their secrets with me, their trust is quite admirable considering their hypocrite nature and two faced creatures. I can manipulate the any situation to however I see fit, even at my own expense sometimes, just for the sake of experiencing new things. Now, some may say that it is stupid and why would you let yourself go through that if you could manipulate the situation. My response is that life is dull, mundane routine does not satisfy me, hence I like to experience new, dangerous things, the dangerous part is less often since the accident.

    I can never forget the imprint of my face on the cement when I jumped into a construction site pit from a 30 foot tall wall, just for trying to experience the feeling of bungee jumping, of course without the bungee, hence the imprint of my face on the cement. Life is not the same, everything is a mess, chaos. It is like the earth was shaken by a giant baby, then bounced off the of the milky way. Now earth has become so dark and cold, no light, only darkness, the only light that we can get is from the bombs that those two stupid groups are throwing at each other. Everything is gone, yet mankind still surprizes me with the silly stuff that causes them to fight. Last week they fought about fuel, well, I could not see why they could not share it, well, they fought and ended up using the fuel for all the wrong reasons, so nobody benefited from it. However, now they fight about anything, today I witnessed the group killing each other over some plants, the earth is literally dirt and soil, like grow your own. You could even pour water on any soil and it will blossom. Now you are probably thinking how can they grow plants without a sun, you see when I mentioned that the earth was thrown off the milky way, that part literally happened, and in my own humble experience in astronomy, when the sun and moon become one entity, and gives off a black light with a white ring flaring around it, where way off of our sweet milky galaxy. Here the green literally thrives you don’t need seeds or any thing pour water on any dirt or soil, and you will be amazed of the things that will grow their. I once dropped some ice, and this huge monstrous plant with a mouth popped up, just like the pre historic weeds but this one can move on its own, the earth is literally its playground. Sometimes you get lucky and you grow a fruit that is twice the size of our normal fruits, and sometimes you will be followed by the plant that you have grown like a puppy that wants to chew you up.

    When everything went to hell, I had a awakening moment, and started to feel like it is probably the right time to explore and travel, while a force my way out of the fallen house…..

  • Touch Down

    Once there was a kid who didn’t know better, he lived his life one day at a time, thinking only about the moment, neglecting or rather not ignoring tomorrow. He lived doing everything that comes to his mind, not thinking of the consequences, charging towards the unknown happily with a tiniest bit worry on his mind, he was fearless. Everyday is a new beginning, a new chance for another adventure, he came across a lot of people through his adventures, although they were from different parts of the country, they have a common a feature that unites them all as being humans.

    The young man continued in his path for years, until he realized that everything seems familiar, as though he is reliving the past, panicked and scared from what he just realized the young man ran across the fields and hid in his camp. The young man finally calmed down and started to wonder as to why he is reliving his past, there must be a reason, there must be something that he is missed that is causing his life to stop from progressing. Therefore, he began to retrace his steps using his scriptures and found out the despicable thing that caused all this mess.

    The young man engraved on the ground, signs from out of this world and numbers to mark his presence on earth, and then he fell asleep while thinking about tomorrow. In the morning, the young man woke up feeling different, changed, its not a new beginning, its the continuation of a long lost book “The Story of His Life”.

    WWT

  • Hello…Anybody…?

    Does it still work ?

  • The Strings

    In the middle of the cloth, I felt light headed, as the strings from the pinboard grabbed me. I blacked out for a while, but before I did, they said that I should be awake for it. Well, that made me feel better, sarcastically mumbling ” I look forward to it.”

    Everything must be balanced correctly…

    After I woke up, I noticed that I was on the red trail, everything was moving smoothly, a collage of great events pinned on it, memories of great value has been recorded. As I looked straight ahead, I found out that there is a clash, and before everything got tangled, I found myself on the orange trail, also amazing events filled with great happiness and adventures, and achievements that I am proud of, and in a blink of an eye I was on another trail. The yellow trail, filled with enthusiasm, positivity, and opportunities. Moving on to the symptom of this illness, as I was on the gray trail, I realized how I dwelled on it for so long that I broke the balance. Everything got tangled up, the gray string covered the other strings, basically hiding them.

    I tied a knot, and tried to go back and untangle the strings but I found out that it is something that cannot be done, hence why William Gibson said, ” TIME MOVES IN ONE DIRECTION MEMORY IN ANOTHER”.

  • Plan B ?

    A friend once told me, always have a plan B, now it’s not a bad tip, however the context that he used it in is. Lack of loyalty, trust, and respect may cause some conflicts in any relationship. Over the years of trekking through life, I have faced a lot, yet to whomever have wronged me, I had nothing to say nor do except for a smile and trying to grasp their lesson.

    It is a story after all, whether you like to be part of it or not, it is up to you. When a chapter ends, a new one begins, and therefore, my dearest friend if you think that your part in my story is done, our memories can never be forgotten, I will cherish them, they are fun memories to be honest, with it’s ups and downs. The good thing about stories is that you can end a characters journey, or make an alternate universe with predictions of what could have happened. For someone that never wore a mask, nor did he ever hated anyone, I want to let you know that I am there for you if you ever needed me, when everyone leaves you. The friends that you brag about, have fun with them while it lasts, later you will know the difference.

    Friends are the family that you choose, maybe I got somethings wrong, missed the facts, or simply ignored it.

  • Restart

    Entering the mind palace, recollecting the memories grasping the slightest details, the signs that I have missed. This is my last resting place until I reach the next checkpoint, not until 260Km. It is okay to stop if your vision has been blurred or been distracted, take a break and reorganize your thoughts, see where you have gone wrong and take note of it so that in the future you could avoid it. It is not about how fast you reach your goal, it is about the journey.

    The process that you go through, the little tasks that you accomplish, and the hard work you put in yourself to grow and thrive, learning new things, expanding your horizons in different fields, armoring yourself with knowledge and interpreting it in your life will change the way you live. The change that you have been looking for, the things that you wanted to do, but never gotten a chance to do them because there is something that you needed to change in your life for you to be able to accomplish it; it will all be clear to you once you have prioritized your goals. Learn that in order to achieve anything in life sacrifices has to be made, know your priorities, and proceed with your game plan, if you were able to line your dreams up in a straight line then your journey will be different, filled with great adventures from which you will thrive.

    After Achieving your goals, do not stop there, but move forward, challenge yourself, so that you will never make room for regret.

  • Over Planning

    As I reached a point where I over plan the things that I have already planned for, jotting down every detail, dividing it into manageable small tasks. Now you may wonder, what am I complaining about, well, an X in my life has a due date and I am aware of the result, yet I still make a snake game out of it, with every direction leads straight to the prize, given that there are a few alterations to the prize, however, it is a win either way.

    The sun is fading away behind the mountains, the night is creeping in, and so I must take shelter. Organized my thoughts, refurbished the plan as many times I could until I finally gave in and slept with a smile. Into the realm of thoughts, my soul started to wander joyfully as my body rested, looking for the next step, out mapping the tasks, and looking over the sacrifices that I have to make in order to thrive. Every step along the way, I take in mind the sacrifices I made, and the time it took, irreplaceable time, which keeps me motivated and able to proceed with my journey.

    A beautiful morning, fresh air, a bit windy, and the excitement for the journey increased as the air breeze blew through my hair; for the only view I could see is the road that shall take me to the place where X lies.