The Journey 596

Category: THOUGHT

  • Keys

    Keys

    Gathering his stuff, a minimalist whose all belongings fit in two bags, a messenger bag for all his gadgets, a duffel bag with all his wardrobe. Walking down the stairs in the middle of the night, the shackles have been unlocked, the past burst into flames, white fire following his trail, and stopped at the front porch of the house, the fire screamed, shifting its form to those whom he have lost, dead people standing at the porch screaming with anger as he continued to walk away, every scream he heard makes his heart clutch, choking him out breath but just for a second. The scream grew fierce and load, he passed the end of the town, yet he can still hear the morbid screams.

    “Leaving town seemed like a good idea at the time”, he said to the bartender that never asked or showed interest in his story, he continued talking to the bartender for hours about the ifs and what could have happened if he had stayed for hours. After the buzz wore off and now that he is sober, he got up from the side of the road and continued walking, with no destination in mind nor a plan for that matter, walking an endless road, hoping to find what he desires the most; away, away from them all. At dusk as the sun touches the horizon creating a rippling effect in the sky of a light the burns dark orange, he found himself back at the bar talking to the bartender, this time talking about what is and what is yet to become, “this is unsettling” he said to the bartender mid sentence and continued his conversation like it was some sort of habit, that this is a normal thing that happens to anyone, an endless road surrounded by trees with no gas stations nor bars on sight yet he is now in a bar talking to the bartender. The bartender spoke, the man said “oh, he speaks!” the bartender said “well, of course sir. what brings you here this time do you crave some controlled human interaction?” replying to the bartender mockingly “I liked you better when I thought you were mute.” Waking up on the side of the road, not a single car has passed him, he walked, determined that there is something out there for him, something waiting for him, something that only he would know is the truth if he could find it.

    A unique relic, a key that holds great power, created by the old towns witch for entrapping human souls and for those who are by nature, unnatural, it is a weapon that could help them achieve anything that they desire. The Key of Life…..

  • 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.

  • Dystopia: Frostbite

    Dystopia: Frostbite

    The water is freezing cold, I struggled to get out of the water, feeling numb , I cannot feel a thing except for the cold wind that is practically freezing the inside of my skull. I tried and tried until I was about to give up, however in situations like these, one must be like me an opportunist, Master Of The Improvisation Art, I started to slowly drown until I found a bunch of seal like creatures but the size of a blue whale racing towards the hole in the ice that I was trying to get out of, and so I instead of drowning, I decided to use the sealwhales, creative isnt it… okay moving on I used the stampede to force myself out of the water.

    It was my only way out of the freezing cold water, its nice and warm now, I can feel my body defrosting like a frozen turkey on thanksgiving morning, ignoring the fact that It was supposed to be cold, I am in the freaking Antarctica or whatever, maybe iceland, but I was surrounded by snow,ice, aaaand water. The thing is that the plan worked, I got out of the freezing cold water, but the thing is I didnt get pushed of the water into the land or ice for that matter, I got swallowed by the sealwhale. I will be freaking out if it wasnt warm and nice inside this creature, let me enjoy this as long as I can withstand this. I rested for a while, to regain my strength then I started to investigate the creature, a biopsy like this while the creature is still breathing and moving around, I starting poking things until I was shot of the creature when he vomited, not sure why I felt offended, I did.

    I continued my journey, heading towards something, something that I cant seem to remember, but I know the path to it, why cant I remember my goal, why cant I remember anything except for the road that leads to that thing. Something vague, but it is somehow important. I walked, walked, and walked for days.

  • 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: Imprisonment

    Dystopia: Imprisonment

    They imprisoned me, tortured me for weeks, non us know what either of us are saying, there language is different than any language that I have come across, never in my life have I ever seen a language that compromises of screams, blowing raspberry, and on occasions spiting to make the communication effective. I tried to talk to them, trying to tell them that I mean no harm to them, and that I was lost in a cave, and that for some reason, when I got out of the cave I stumbled upon the Gold Town of Midgets. It was like a toddler trying to say that he wants to go out to play and that he is hungry, my communication skills were reduced to crying and hand gestures, a lot of hand gestures. How could I possibly tell them that I am not dangerous and that they can trust me to leave this gold town as soon as they let me out of this cage.

    Felt like caged bird, with all this gold couldn’t they have built a proper prison, no, how could they? felt degraded, humiliated, not because of the prison but because I was captured by impotent tiny humans. I tried convincing them for days, but with no progress, and so I decided to enjoy my new home. I stopped crying and making a fool of myself with the hand gestures. It’s been a year since I was imprisoned, I’ve got to say that this is a true life of a king, I was fed 3 meals a day, bathed, entertained by the shows that they make in front of me. I was basically their ruler, except for the cage, and no orders were actually given by me to them. After spending 3 years in the Land of Gold, I am sorry to say this but I have to continue traveling, at this point I’ve forgotten where I was headed. I cannot stay here anymore, it is so peaceful, and numbing.

    I gathered my belongings and opened the prison door, and headed out of the Land of Gold, singing as I stepped out of their land…….

  • 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…..

  • Tales Of The Righteous: The Two In I

    Tales Of The Righteous: The Two In I

    A new tale begins of the righteous man, as the journal has been concluded and the pain has been washed away, weary yet feeling relieved as a new chapter of the righteous man takes place somewhere interesting, somewhere where the final goal has been achieved and now the fruits of that goal is being redeemed. For the righteous man has been through a lot in order to reach this point in life.

    The new adventure begins where the righteous man left a mark on the stone of the earth, near the tree life, across from the burial ground of his darkness consumed body, and so it shall begin the “Tales of the righteous”.

    Running towards the final goal, without stopping, continuously falling, and pushing through many setbacks. However, each time we fall, each time we face a hurdle, we get up stronger than ever, of course self doubting and feeling depressed didn’t help the process yet we were able to transcend. A series of tricks that we have picked up along the past few years on how to cope with such challenges.

    Here are the coping mechanisms that the righteous man has come up with to deal with me…

    • Distractions, lots of distractions
    • Always on the move, never stay still
    • Never be alone, ever!
    • Don’t lose focus, or worse getting sucked into the palace
    • Sleep only when you want to, not when you are tired
    • Stay clear of Caffeine
    • Drink lots of water
    • Fidgeting

    We were able to co-exist in one body, by creating a Palace that we can meet in and decide our every step, delegation of tasks based on our attributes and skills, of course we share the same knowledge but each of us uses it differently based on his personality.

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  • Weary Body

    Weary Body

    Consumed by words that I simply cannot write nor will I be able to share with anyone. My mind never stops, it keeps on reminding me of the things that was, is and what will be moving forward. It worries me, who will take care of my family when I am gone, who will comfort the poor sad creatures, mourning the loss of I.

    This is not farewell, it cannot be, I will not let this happen, said with great arrogance, as if I have a say in such a matter. Slowly weakening as the days pass by, I can feel my soul fading. Purgatory awaits for thy soul, lust for chaos, and a taste for blood, a worthy place to rest thy old soul.

    Soulless body, empty, feeling the abys within my being, there is no more anger nor feelings. Oh peaceful logic, the unnecessary drive has finally succumbed to the poisoned wounds and departed to his beloved resting place. I am now in total control of the choices that I take, I no longer have to fight for silly decisions such as food, drinks, or important life choices, for I am now the boss of my own life.

    Everything that happens here on after, I and only I shall be accountable for, I cannot blame the soul, I must take full responsibility of my actions. Mistakes never happened, tears never shed, smiles never frowned, eyes never tired… The crystal palace has emerged, I am now at peace.