The Journey 596

Tag: fiction

  • Abyss Of Thoughts

    That feeling never goes, not knowing your purpose, confused about the future. Tried living one day at a time, but when your mind starts to ask about the plan, mapping the future, outlining the tasks that shall carry me towards the future that I have never thought of, my soul seems clueless.

    You may start to wonder whether this is depression or some other mental illness, believe me, it is not, for there are no meds that will tell you your purpose, it must be achieved or at least gifted; of course, that is what I claim to take the pressure off of my soul. A burden so heavy that I often get sucked into; trying to figure things out, unfortunately, all I found out was how much pain it causes. Tired of thinking and not being able to find out the purpose of my existence.

    The day goes by without any progress, distractions everywhere, I am losing focus. Am I running from it, or is it running from me? Not sure, but what I am starting to realize is that the purpose is “finding it”.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Over The Edge

    Broken, yet again. How can I live with this, I cannot take it anymore. As pathetic as it sounds the miserable man who has seen nothing but misery since the moment he opened his eyes on this doomed planet we know as earth.

    Continued murmuring as he picked up the pieces of his shattered life and tend to the wounds of his soul, and of course the forgotten heart that was stabbed by non-other than love itself. “Every time I smile or even try to be happy, the world finds a way to obliviate the happiness from my life, killing all of my feelings, however instead of making me numb, it shatters my entire existence with its deadly obstacles, that are more of a torture than an obstacle. Nevertheless, I pick up my shattered self and move on, or at least I try, but the world seems to be unsatisfied with me, and therefore, it strikes me with its claws shredding the already shattered pieces making it harder for me to live.

    The signs are telling me that I should leave and that I do not belong; for I am wounded and unable to fulfill my purpose. So much for a purpose: enduring pain. An old fortress that was once unstoppable can now be destroyed with the slightest of a blow. “I am not giving up, not yet. I can still move on, but I am not sure if I can endure more, I think it will be that last….

     

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • The Fallen Nation

    Based on Experiment #1 by the scientist that goes by the name of Soul.

    4 years have passed, chances were presented to all fallen creatures, yet the results have not changed drastically. It is the same, no matter what you do, you will always be disappointed, for most of the creatures share the same spirit since their spirits are related somehow, the characteristics that loathed by many, yet practiced by themselves; selfishness, hatred.

    The chronicles of the wise are far from ending now since the tablet of the truth is lost. Lost in the ocean where the paths of demons and humans cross each other. The wizard took the ocean tracking the tablet’s energy pinpointing its exact location, which appeared to be exactly where he feared it to be, in the hands of the unworthy beast whom now controls all humanity.

    Now that the beast has the tablet, chaos shall pass upon the humans, hatred now runs through their veins not forgetting their cruelty, to begin with, greed rose bestowing selfish acts that shall bring pain to others, and here by others I mean the environment, animals, and the righteous people whom are struggling to survive in this world.

    “There Is Still Hope”

     

  • Reaching Hands

    T.W.O.T.E

    >Bonds

    Thought that I would not be able to come out of this hole, for I have fallen many times, with each fall the wound becomes deep, and the spikes at the end of the hole pierce through my body as it captures my soul and decimates my body. Each time I get closer, I lose focus and begin to tremble, as I get pulled into my head. A series of thoughts that I must live through, for the damage that I took is far greater than I can endure on my own.

    In my head, re-living what has already happened to me, and being able to see what I could not see before for I was too kind to realize their evil intent: they were hiding behind a mask. As much as I learn from this phenomenon, and as it tries to let me know that I must return to who I am, return to the path and leave everything behind, I never thought that I would stick for this long, but soon I shall be forced to leave against my will. I wanted to get back to the path, and continue my journey towards the final goal, I thought that I had time on my hands and that I will eventually get there; however, time became limited. I cannot leave, at least not yet. Attached to them, a characteristic that I am not proud of having for it caused me a lot of pain and burned the happiness out of my soul, for some creatures have a thing for betrayal and backstabbing. Luckily, in the end, I have found them, ones that I could count on, and have my back when I fall. Skipping through the thoughts as it tries to make me realize that I am drifting away from the path and that I must reach the final goal.

    As I was climbing out of the hole, I felt the sickness as it travels through my veins, and the weak bones that crack with every move I take. Exhausted, yet I am trying to survive, but the odds were against me as my hands started to lose its grip, I felt that my time has been rescheduled, and so I succumbed and tried to let go when their hands reached me and pulled me out of my misery, and I am thankful and grateful for them ever since.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • The Choice is Yours !

    My weary body cannot take any more damage. I am a wreck. My soul is beginning to fade with every cruelty that it experiences, thought that if I endured the pain I would become powerful, but it was too much for my vessel and its inhabitant.

    Every step I walk I could feel my body tearing apart, with every breath I take, I could taste the blood in my throat; of all the things that I have decided to suppress and never express; for it will do no good to anyone. The feelings are eating me alive. Feeding upon the goodness of my heart, for I have never hated nor been cruel to anyone. For the path that I have chosen forbids such evil sins to be committed. Broken like a shattered glass, to thousands of pieces, pieces of my life gone to waste, although it is not impossible to fix, I have decided to give up, for life has given up on me a long time ago.

    In the chronicles of misery, the boy wrote, about those who deserved better than this earth, that is filled with cruelty and hatred. To all those who suffered, there will be a time when you will come to realize that everything you went through was just an unpaved path towards your dream.

  • Grief…!

    For this soul everything has changed so fast, as it grew wiser, everyone started to manipulate and use it to satisfy their selfish needs, but when it came to helping the poor soul no one is to be found, a helping hand seemed to be far from reality.

    Even though it knew the deeds that the monstrous creatures have piled upon their scripts, the soul without regret helped whenever and with whatever it can. However, this unfortunate soul instead of receiving love, gratitude, and respect, all it has ever got from them is pain from their words that pierce holes into the glowing white body of the soul, creating emptiness.

    The soul distant itself from such cruel beings, and so their lives became unbearable as they have lost the one soul that could bear their cruelty. As the poor soul disappeared, the earth shed tears from its core until it has flooded the land, and the skies cried in grief that it poured rain upon the survivors with poison that has made their bodies turn into ashes.