The Journey 596

Thoughts and Stories

  • Dystopia : Storm Under The Atlantic

    Dystopia : Storm Under The Atlantic

    It has been weeks since I left the gold land, passing through unfamiliar terrain, at this point everything outside my routine is considered an uncharted territory. People are still fighting, children torn apart, friendships severed, families ripping each other apart for silly differences. Therefore, people have created their own family, clans. Instead of the two sides fighting each other, clans have emerged fighting other clans within each side, it is chaos. I decided to stay clear of human contact as much as possible, therefore, I chose the route nearest to the Atlantic ocean where the waves could hit you and suck you in, if you are not careful. I beautiful black road, an empty road, surrounded by the Atlantic ocean, a true majestic place.

    I decided to camp there indefinitely, I found a red tower, that looked like a frying pan tower but it was away from water, I did not think about it much, I was happy with the idea of camping near the Atlantic ocean, I climbed the tower, and started setting up the camp. Everything is ready, tent, fire, cure, black water, and granola bars, a quick side note here, I have been living off of granola bars since the apocalypse started, I raided a convenient store as was embarking on this frivolous journey, I needed something that does not require refrigeration and does not go bad fast. So I grabbed as much granola boxes as I can fit in my 120l backpack, I stored them in the bag, 40 boxes should be enough, I said sarcastically as I finished a box right there and then. Windy, sounds of the waves crashing on side of the road is relaxing I laid back and enjoyed the our new stars until I dozed off. An amazing 2 hour sleep, before it started raining so heavily that I thought it will flood the road, little did I know the ocean was disturbed somehow from under, that caused the ocean to move forward on to land. So much for a majestic place, when you are about to be thrown into the Atlantic ocean, I stayed on the tower until the sea level balance with the tower, I could have stayed there, since the water did not actually destroy my camp. However, the whole idea behind this journey is get out of my comfort zone, and experience new things, travel alone.

    As always, I jumped into the ocean, without a plan, without any scuba equipment, without any thought for my life that is about to is sinking into the ocean.

  • 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 : The Emergence Faceless Bunch

    Dystopia : The Emergence Faceless Bunch

    When everything went to hell, I was in the basement, not the place to be in when the house is about to crumble, and so my improvising skills was put to the test, at that time when I felt the house collapsing, I looked for anything that could protect me, and so my eyes was locked on to the fridge, I climbed into the freezer, not thinking about whether its plugged or not, even if its plugged there will be no power I comforted myself. I had water and food in the freezer so I didn’t think about leaving until it was all gone. I pulled myself out of the rubbles, to see the chaos that has occurred to earth, it felt like purgatory, of course with no track of time when I was in the freezer, mankind have already been separated each trying to survive off of the other. I never liked being in a team or people in general for that matter, and so I walked away from all that mess, and decided that it is the perfect time to travel, since there are no borders, no law, yeah it seems the perfect time to travel.

    I began my journey to the north, visioning the ice and snow, as I travelled I have come across disturbing things, that I will be sharing it to whoever is reading this later in the book. As walked through countries with out the need for any type of transportation other than your own legs, or if dare mount the beasts. It is kind of awesome, the ability to travel to countries, at this point the countries have become like states, but the country name has not yet been chosen for fight between the two sides have yet to end, for now let’s call it NowayLand. Now that I reached the mid point of my journey I decided to settle in the field of what looks like grass but it is fluffier and tall, and so I setup my camp and light the fire to rest and eat dinner, people started to approach me, they are surrounding me, they look like humans but without a face, they are what I call them now faceless bunch. On the coarse of the earth being thrown out of the milky way, we have hit a few debris and some of those debris left shards and marks on NowayLand. Of course mankind being mankind, they had to have it, of course only the rich and powerful people have the tools to extract it for the sake of owning it, they cannot use it or study it since the scientists have miraculously disappeared after the earth became NowayLand. My theory is that they have caused this dystopia, and fled somewhere safe. Now those people who owned the tyiav (alien shards) have become a host for the parasite or alien, that changed their DNA and controlled them. After being surrounded, I decided to act like them hoping that they would be fooled since they don’t have any eyes, so I started to sway like a deadbeat hobo, and make shrieking sounds like them, but turns out they are smarter than that, they let me believe that I have fooled them, but my curiosity got the better than me, I followed them trying to study them, however I was being led by them to their feeding area, I knew something was off when they have stopped, a giant faceless creature, which I call Faceless Goliath, FG for short. I thought at first I thought that it was their leader, but I was wrong, their moves and actions are in synch, I have noticed this when I threw a rock at one of them and they all had bruises on the same place where the rock hit that Faceless creature, however the FG is not affected by this. I started to run towards the lake, hoping that for some reason they can’t swim, and so I jumped into the lake, them aren’t affected by the water is fine, but what I didn’t anticipate is that they dissolved in the water, I freaked out to the point where I think I swallowed my heart, I can hear the heart beating in my stomach. Here’s the thing, I did not faint, but I don’t have any memory after witnessing them becoming the lake, I woke up in a cave under the water, how can a cave under the water be waterless, I thought of a couple logical theories but I decided to go with “the earth swallowed me trying to protect me from the faceless bunch and FG”. I rested for a while then moved on to try and find a way out of this cave, as I was moving across these weird rock formations that looked like spears, they are placed in unique position on the ceiling of the cave, they are pointing at me, I wasn’t scared, I do not have time for fear, I was busy trying to find the trap wire, which I couldn’t find, as I only noticed the spears after a few miles into the cave, yes, I was running only because I wanted to get out fast, don’t judge me, all in all I didn’t die, yet. However, if you are reading this without me publishing it, then something must have happened to me, I have to cover all bases.

  • 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.

  • 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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