The Journey 596

Category: THOUGHT

  • 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….

  • 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

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  • The Future…If There Is One.

    Part 1

    The apocalypse is upon us. The pandemic has wiped out the weak humans, whilst the other humans fought the battle of survival along with the beasts. This is not the typical apocalypse you would expect from reading books, or watching movies, this is different, a deadly yet slow destruction.

    In 2030, humans were able to conquer the galaxies, taking planets as their own land, each country trying to take as much inhabitable planets as they can. They have also destroyed every mountain on planet earth, searching for the unknown element that grants great knowledge and power based on ancient stories and legends. The legend was long forgotten until someone from the underworld who managed to grasp the knowledge from a traveler who does not reside in the underworld yet passes the globe, and escaped back to earth.

    With the great knowledge in his hands, he was able to infiltrate the mankind easily, and manipulate them into doing what he desires without questions, all for a favor, depending on the one of humans weaknesses. Xyma was able to befriend all the powerful people around the world, the right people, in order for his plan to be fruitful.

    Xyma ordered the 7 people that are now in debt to him to destroy the specific mountains he chose from around the globe and dig a deep hole in its place until their machines can no longer reach. He gave each one of them instructions, different from one another depending on the time the hole shall growl. America, Asia, Europe, Africa, Australia and two other locations in the intersection of Europe and Asia, these were the places that pinpointed the location of the unknown element. Each hole will growl but the duration of the growl varies, and each one of them accomplished their task perfectly and now to they are all to throw a lit match into the whole in order to find the location of the unknown element. Each hole imprinted an arrow on the ground beside the whole. The Seven’s job has not come to an end, yet.

  • 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

  • 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”

  • The Damned

    In a new decade the wanderer returns, and takes off where he left off. The journal was lost, or rather destroyed by himself, because of the unbareable memories. So he decided to record the journey in the places that they have occured in, and so the man retraced his steps back to where it all began to mark the places in order, the darkness. However, not knowing that his return shall doom his soul, not just the memories, every single misdeed shall leave a mark upon his body. When the eyes will shut, the souls shall cometh and feed upon the wicked.

    The wanderer arrived, the darkness welcomed with joy, and upon passing through the huge gate, he felt the air on his body is different, he felt this feeling before, its fimiliar to him, yet he cant seem to recognise it. As he walked down the path of darkness, he felt as though the earth is pulling him down, his foot began to feel heavy, as it digs the earth imprinting his footsteps while heading towards the edge of the mounatin where the cliff house lies above the ocean of death. As the distance decreased between the house and wanderer, the air started to return back to normal. He entered the cliff house and soon he felt safe again, and as his eyes came across the book shelf of the damned and he soon remembered why he recognised the feeling of the air, and what shall happen to him when he marks the darkness and leaves.

    Embracing the consequences the wanderer leaves the cliff house and walks towards the gate of his doom, remembering all the pain and memories and now the punishment shall occur for his weak soul shall suffer for eternity.

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  • Nostalgia

    “In order to change something in your life, you should start with yourself first”

    Events repeating, feeling nostalgic, the cruel creatures have emerged once again to haunt thy righteous soul. Acknowledge the truth, thy predictions were true, wake up, for the sake of thy righteousness, thee must end the cycle once and for all. Who dares wake me from my slumber, the shadow has spoken, piercing through thy heart, taking over the vessel. The shadow burnt with anger, black flames spreading over the world, breaking the masks, ending the play that has been playing for ages. The Shadow spoke again, this time addressing the cruel creatures, thy roles have ended, show me thy true spirit. Everything will change for thou, the shadow told thy righteousness, thou will be able to see their spirits, the cruel creatures cannot hide nor pretend anymore, for thy eyes have witnessed it all.

    There Began The Truths That Were Ignored……..

    {The Journal 1}

  • 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”.