The Journey 596

Tag: Dream

  • A Writer Of Dreams

    A lot of you may wonder how stories are written, and how the writer was able to think or rather create a world of his own with characters, time zone, and a protagonist for that reality with connections between all the characters, we must not forget the epiphany, too. All have their own way of writing stories, or books; for some, the ideas just run through their heads and they write it down in notebooks, and some write based on their real-life experience. I personally prefer writers who write based upon their experience, for it touches the heart right away, and it makes you impatient about what will happen in the next chapter as soon as you close the book.

    A writer of dreams is someone who could come up with all five elements of a story (characters, setting, plot, conflict, and resolution) while daydreaming, or when bored. As remarkable as this, sometimes the writer experiences difficulties in writing all the details of a story all at once, so to make it count, summarizing it into a short essay saves the writer from forgetting the meaning of the story. In books, there are many genres from journals, diaries, drama, horror, mystery, science fiction, etc. For writers of dreams, their books/stories often have signs of sadness which usually fade along the story with hope and faith.

    A single thought complemented with the right imagination, you could create a whole new reality, you just have to let your mind go wild on its own. No harm is done, diving into different realities of your own creation, it is fun….

  • A Terrifying Game Called Life 

    At dawn, when the sun is shimmering, softly that it takes away the tiredness and laziness from the creatures. Starting the day with a beautiful view and a cup of coffee, followed by a short run, that shall make you energised and ready to fight the obstacles that shall be presented to you once you set your foot out of your house.

     

    Trying to focus on the final goal, while being busy, fighting the daily dilemmas, with the cruel creatures; fighting for the soul. Working hard and making progress, which shortens the distance of the final goal. Thinking of it as a mission, every time the sun rises, and the night targeting its darkness elsewhere. A set of tasks some of them are repeated daily while the other set have a specific date and time, all of these tasks must be followed in order. Rules that has been created precisely after witnessing the cruel creatures for decades: a spell that repels their negativity and cruelty.

     

    Giving life a meaning again, for the soul has been retrieved. Working hard and enjoying the process, with hope. Patient as to what the future holds from obstacles and bliss.

     

  • Love, Webs and Spells

    Here is a story about a girl that he loved so much that she was the only thing that he feared the most; feared losing her. He never knew that this girl that he loved would one day make him fall apart, a weakness that he never thought of having. 

    Even though it was a bumpy road, confusing as her demands were questionable but even so he continued to follow her. Am afraid that he really fell for her, and never realised that he entrusted her with a valuable thing that is so powerful; however, if it was to be crushed it will poison his soul thereby disturbing his journey. As her spell clung to his heart, he no longer can control his emotions, as she is now in control of all. Pure hearted, he never thought that there will come a time where the one that he loved would destroy him. 

    Friends, even though she knew how much he cared for her, yet he accepted the offer, for he is under her spell and he did not want to lose her. Suddenly she became so cruel that her honest opinion started to sound more like criticising and teasing. Done with this so called love, and ripped her webs from his heart, leaving his heart pierced, bleeding and taking shelter to recover from the pain and to reform from what he has caused to his soul. 

    Characterising love as a reaper that tortures you before slipping away your soul, a sociopath that needs to be locked away, for it is the core of cruelty.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Oh Mind, Can You Please Rest !

    When the sunsets and the night crawl in, it is a phenomenal experience to those who have a mind that never rests. To some, it is the time to rest and relax, while for the few of us out there who cannot control the flow of their thoughts it means that the wicked yet magnificent process is about to start.

     

    Closing our eyes trying to rest, but the thoughts keep us hanging, getting tired with every second that passes, while our brain fights the thoughts. Weary head unable to rest, thinking and planning, claiming that there is no time to waste, for the goal to be achieved a plan is required. A goal that we must change our plan frequently based on the fact that it reveals before us. Here we are deep inside our heads trying to figure out our next move, failing a couple of times but never quitting. Once again, we have tried to rest but it is all the same, without an answer we cannot possibly rest.

     

    As the night slowly gets darker, the journal has been taken out from its resting place, looking for clues and to assure that everything will be okay. Flipping through the page as we remember the purpose of it all. Eyes fighting to get some sleep, while we resist for the purpose must be fulfilled, the purpose that we have battled the obstacles in order to find it, we cannot simply let go. Therefore, with the journal in our hands the final goal can be reached, a few more obstacle, nothing that we have not battled before or at least until we reach the next step. Closing our eyes once again, as the thoughts start to arise, and the mind to over think the situations; a sound from the heart whispering “To the thoughts that you all have gained from this journey, be gone; for the answers are all within their souls”. An assuring sound that brought peace of mind to our souls, gaining from it the ability to rest our weary heads.

     

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Spells And Hope

    T.W.O.T.E

    “I have written this short article when they were about to put me under their spell; however, I have managed to break the spell  and escape from their cruelty with the my only strength, hope.”

    They have criticized me, making me look like a coward, but I am not feeling sad nor have I ever hated anyone, it is just that I lost hope in the cruel creatures, they have disappointed me many times.

     

    They say that I am rude, just for giving my opinion, but I will not give up until I prove my point, which you will find out in the near future.

     

     

    My life is mine to choose what path I shall take, I do not require your approval or anyone else’s for that matter, stay away from me.

     

     

     

     

     

  • The Sun Doesn’t Shine

    It has been so long since I have written a story. All the imaginations that I once had have disappeared. Now that it is gone, life is a bit boring, since I have drifted apart from the path, or rather chose not to pursue the final goal.

     

    Here I am once again lost in this universe, wandering with the thoughts that once upon a time have created a spark in my life, pushing me towards the final goal. Therefore, without a goal I wander on this earth, wondering about the purpose of it all.

     

    Clashing with my mind and heart searching for what really matters to me. I have forgotten my purpose, and so the earth became so dark, the sun rises but the rays cannot shine the world that I am currently in, it seems as though there is a layer wrapped around the earth that is preventing the light from entering the earth.

    There Is Still Hope

  • Words Like Bullets 

    In a stormy night, a child with hope and motivation arose so high into the sky. Mumbling about his dreams, and then he finally chose his path, a voice from above the skies replied to the doubts in his eyes, and asked of this child to find his soul that he has lost, in order to accomplish his goal.
    The child looked everywhere for his soul, but could not find a clue about the whereabouts of his soul. The child has searched the earth for his soul, but he forgot to search within himself, he forgot to search deep down in his heart and mind where the soul must lie. The child decided to close his eyes and look for his soul in his mind, and then he came across his past, which is full of sadness, he endured the pain, and continued the search for his soul. Into the heart, he has reached to find the cracks that was caused by the pain. Deep down into his heart he found a light, hiding in the darkness behind the walls, scared to encounter the humans ever again.
    Words are like bullets it can either harm you or save you, so before you talk, you must first think about the words that will come out of your mouth, and how it is going to affect the person you are talking to, think twice before you say anything.

    “There Is Still Hope”