The Journey 596

Category: The End

  • 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.

  • The Future…If There Is One.

    Part ?

    Xyma was informed about the arrows direction, and so he took his map from 100 B.C and placed it on his table and he carefully drew the arrows that appeared on their respective sites on the map with the pen of the beasts, in shock Xyma smirked and started laughing hysterically and mumbled that it was true. Later that day he ordered me to take a cruise and gave me the coordinates on an old sheet of paper.

    I was lost in my own thoughts as to why would Xyma handed over the coordinates to me, was he suspecting something, did I slip? Soon I got lost into my head, anxiety took over, as I continue to question everything around me. I have arrived to the port, the cruise and the air around it seems uncanny. I got on the cruise and it sailed specifically to where the two waters don’t mix, where the ones salty and the other is sweet, we continued on the line where the waters don’t mix until we found a little island filled with greenery, I can tell that no humans have ever set foot on this island as it lacks the human’s touch, mainly destruction. I have asked the captain to throw the anchor, to investigate this island. As I got on the dinghy, and they sailors have lowered me to the ocean, I rode it to the island.

    As I got closer to the shore, there seems to be an invisible wall or a barrier I felt on my body as I reached the beach. Now that I am on the island, I said to myself that the plan must go on, however, it is in need of great alterations. Forgot about the ship the plan, I lost focus because of the beauty of the island and its rare plants that seem to be alive, like those insect eating plants but bigger, I have searched the island and there is no logic to what I am currently experiencing, the mind controls the island or that is what I thought when I fell and a stupid thought crossed my mind that what if there was a pit instead of the thorns from the plants, and soon I found myself trapped in a hole.

    Then I thought of rain filling up the pit, and it did, and finally I got out of that pit, sure it took me a few hours to try and control my thoughts, so that my thoughts would not cast me into oblivion. As I walked into the pathway that am not sure if it was there before, a green path shoots from the island tip of the island towards horizon.

    Walking towards the horizon sure seems nice, when knowing that the ship has vanished and your plan to save the earth has collapsed. Strings of light from the sunset slowly fading as I walk away from the island and into the darkness of 3, as the ocean swept me off the path and into the ocean, falling, oh no, I am drowning. Floating, descending into the bottom of the ocean, as I remembered about the pressure and how my lungs are going to be crushed if I continue to descend…..

    The End

  • An Epidemic

    The world is shivering, imbecile creatures are still ignoring the statistics, the truth therefore has been concealed from their eyes. The world is off balance, war is threatening our existence, and so it is a matter of decades until we will be no more.

    The war has made it impossible for the ill to survive, no medicine is available, the producing companies have banned international trade, and so the less fortunate countries are left to treat the sick with natural remedies. They have been cut off from the rest of the world, and so slowly they have become one with history as they now refrain from using any technology. On the other part of the world, where war has first emerged, the entire population has been wiped clean. Their oceans, rivers, and lakes have turned red, and the animals have been slaughtered without any reason, therefore that part of the world is uninhabitable.

    War, as it reigns havoc upon the humans, it opened the doors for its successor to come into play, and therefore, act two has begun. As hunger attacked the entire human race, and terrorized them, the humans have become more greedy thereby dividing themselves into two groups. The strong shall sacrifice the weak for the greater good as they claimed, in order to sustain life, cannibalism was their solution to survive. As they paved the road for the knight of death, polluted air, filth everywhere you turn, and so there began an epidemic across the entire world.

    The knight of death riding his horse, you can hear the neigh of the horse from any part of the world, and feel the black omen in the air as the knight descends to harvest the humans, as their roles have ended.

    “There is Still Hope”

  • Hello…Anybody…?

    Does it still work ?

  • The Light At The End Of The Tunnel

    The path has been forged, sacrifices have been made, for the final goal is far more important than anything right now. Walking down the path with the rules that I believe in, guiding me through my journey, helping me to not drift apart or get distracted. A new start, a fresh one, for the soul is not lost anymore; I have found myself, those long nights in the dark without any electronics distracting me from the confrontation. The confrontation that I have been ignoring, the constant battles that I get wrecked from, are now of the past.

    In the dark, a series of questions have been asked and answered simultaneously, and a record passed to me of all the actions and conversations that have been taken, only then I came to know about the reality of things, and so everything became clear. I have been distracted a lot, I have my reasons of course but I have got everything figured out. A mere smile has turned into a smirk, I could see the light, the one they talk about “at the end of the tunnel”, however instead of me going towards it, it is rushing towards me chasing after the darkness, and there I let go of the darkness.

    As the light strikes my eyes, the image of a beautiful road smacked in the middle of a garden of trees and flowers, I can smell the adventure the await, as I get excited and my heart starts to pump fast, I knew that the journey has begun.

  • Meddling…

    People, what can I say about them, curious creatures, snooping around others lives, not necessarily caring, just to find out your weakness, or how to make you uncomfortable of the choices that one have made.

    Meddling with your life, trying to feel good about themselves for they have been manipulated in their past life and so to be fair they are doing the same to others. Doing whatever they can to make me hate them, but what they do not know about me is that no one can manipulate me I am always one step ahead, I can lead you into thinking that you are manipulating me, just to make a joke out of you without you being aware of what is happening.

    Stay away from one’s path for not all can ignore your interference, some may hurt you if you try to map out their lives for them, and you will end up feeling regret for making yourself feel worthless.

  • “Don’t Lose Hope”

    Washed up in an island, after our ship got sunk, over 1000 people have gone missing. I don’t know if I’m the only survivor that have been washed into this island. The island is filled with scary mountains, along with these mountains there is an active volcano erupting blue electric waves for lava.


    I’ve gathered the stuff that got shoved with me on the island, a flashlight, a lighter, a knife and a backpack. Rested under a tree until the morning, when the sun came out I’ve started exploring the island, trying to find anyone or something that could help me get out of this situation. Two days have passed and I haven’t found nobody yet, I’m all alone in this stranded island. Surrounded by the ocean from all sides, the weather is starting to get worse, the wind destroyed my camp, and the rain extinguished the fire; with nothing left, I’ve come to succumb to the darkness in my head, the thoughts have risen and flowed, about the death of my poor soul.

    The loneliness, hunger, and the darkness in me have weakened me, and so I’ve come to peace with the thought of leaving because at the end, for I’ve torn all the strings of hope; therefore I’m dying. 

  • 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”

  • The Eternal Herd

    Ignorance is still among those who try to conform, portraying the perfect herd of sheep. Even though each of them was gifted unique characteristics they tend to compare themselves to their peers, forgetting their own uniqueness; and so they try harder and harder to change themselves into something that they are not meant to be, thereby losing their soul in the process.

    Learn about your soul, get to know yourself, find your passion, write down your goals, only then will you be able to unlock all your potential. Forget about the others, do not compare yourself, focus on yourself and your life ahead so that you do not miss out on the things that you could achieve and that will fulfill your soul and satisfy your destiny.

    Mindset is crucial, for it decides whether you will be able to achieve your goals or not. Be positive and above all do not lose hope.

    “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.