The Journey 596

Tag: lost

  • 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…

  • Abandoned Soul

    In a town filled with fakes, wearing masks, hiding their true soul behind the image that the society has created for them. Conforming became the new happiness or otherwise, you shall be shunned. Given choices, none of which the soul truly likes. The soul has been ignored, trying to please others selfish needs, and so the pain became harder to endure, and soon the soul started to give in to hatred.

    Everything feels familiar, the air, the people, and even their actions became so predictable as if you are stuck in a story that repeats itself and never progressing. Fear ended when the soul gave in to hatred. Now that the soul has turned dark, the only way to feel nothing at all, shut down all emotions, and never have the anxiety of what others think about you; is to be true to yourself, find peace with who you really are, and believe in yourself, and as always work hard and do whatever it takes to achieve all your goals.

    Rewriting the story, resetting everything, avoiding the mistakes, and most importantly do not ignore your soul, believe in what you would like to be and do if anything should be ignored is the opinion of the people who never understand and would like everything to go by their rules.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • The Eternal Herd

    Ignorance is still among those who try to conform, portraying the perfect herd of sheep. Even though each of them was gifted unique characteristics they tend to compare themselves to their peers, forgetting their own uniqueness; and so they try harder and harder to change themselves into something that they are not meant to be, thereby losing their soul in the process.

    Learn about your soul, get to know yourself, find your passion, write down your goals, only then will you be able to unlock all your potential. Forget about the others, do not compare yourself, focus on yourself and your life ahead so that you do not miss out on the things that you could achieve and that will fulfill your soul and satisfy your destiny.

    Mindset is crucial, for it decides whether you will be able to achieve your goals or not. Be positive and above all do not lose hope.

    “There is still Hope”

  • The Chronicles of Ay

    Chapter 1

    Please forgive me for I have sinned, A phrase that people use in order to redeem themselves from the misdeed that they have acted upon. However, in my case instead of mumbling about my sins out loud, I choose to take action, taking responsibility for what I have done, and only from there will I be able to fix it.

    Starting to realize the causes of my misdeeds late, but it is better than not knowing and proceeding on the same deadly path. The journey has been postponed to further notice, for I need time, in order fix what I have broken, whilst for the path must be renovated into a beautiful path that I can see myself in, and be proud. I no longer shall follow the spirit of sadness, unfortunately, I have not got the time to waste on a mirage that even I cannot see it clearly. Isolation is not an option, and I will never ignore ever again nor will I ever run away from anything.

    All in all, the time has come to take action and face the responsibilities for my action. I am becoming a better person than I ever was, I am an achiever I will never settle for average I am always at the top, I will never rest until I have achieved all of my goals.

  • Where It Began….

    Writing is a passion, and a skill that must be honed in order to thrive. ِI dedicate my progress to the little kid who was fascinated by mystery crime fiction stories. The imagination of the writers makes him wonder even more trying to come up with different plot twists and endings.

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    In an era where the murders of Jack the Ripper took place, I shall take my soul to investigate, and to unravel the hidden truth.

    It is said that a serial killer in 1888, who killed five, and was probably going to kill more, but was there a connection? Every victim is different than the other; the class or rank in society. The question that asks itself is whether there was anyone called Jack the Ripper or was it just an excuse to accomplish the sin of killing one another.

    The press created a horrific story, as it witnessed a strange murder with no one to blame, and so they have created an imaginary killer and gave him the name that we know it; Jack the Ripper.

  • Entities Of A Vessel

    Imagine the loss of something or someone that you really love and care about; it can be really hard to cope and move on. Trying to resolve, but finding the solution can be really difficult, for it requires great sacrifice. Moving on is not as easy as everyone thinks; it is the exact opposite. Meaning that you have to find peace with the loss and never look back unless to the happy memories to whom you have shared with. The pain here seems bearable, how about the one that you have lost is yourself?

    Two beings shared one vessel; the soul and man. The essence upon which one can feel and determine right from wrong, have fled, it is not the first actually, it happened in the past, but with the correct amendment, the man managed to convince the soul to return back. The first incident which led the soul to flee its vessel was because of the demonic path that he was on, and also because it contradicted with the man’s own principles; it seems as though he was tricked or simply under a spell. The soulless man, along with the darkness in him, in isolation, in a cell, away from all the creatures; trying to figure out the mistake that he has made.

    The oath has been broken, now that the man is on the same path but with the reincarnation of the demon that he was with. Change must occur if what the man is seeking is his soul. One cannot survive in a cell for a long time before he loses his mind. Restrained under a cruel ritual that made him break the oath between them; man and soul. In a stream of thoughts it came up to the man of what must be done in order to break the spell, compensate for the mistakes that he has caused, for the soul fled because of the pain that it has experienced, along with the man, but no more as the man pierced his rib cage and broke the wording so that the soul can return back to him safely without being controlled again.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Bloody Daggers

    Wandering around through nature, seeking its beauty. The soul isn’t fulfilled by the cruelty of mankind; their destruction and pollution are sickening, I’m retreating to the untouched island of the first human. The first land from which the humans spread like an epidemic disease without laying hands on its infrastructure as if it’s protected, worded so that humans won’t destroy it even if they could.

    The island hid after the humans left, behind the hurricanes of the Atlantic ocean where the paranormal happens; the ships and planes get sucked into the grave, for no other than the pure and righteous can get to the island. Took the sea as I left mankind behind me with their daggers covered in my blood, the wounds aren’t healing from betrayal and their laughter as they proceeded with their cruelty not realizing the pain that they cause to one’s soul.

    I am close, entering the fog, and soon the hurricanes appeared before the ship tearing it apart along with me. Washed on the shore of an island, not sure whether it is the one for the signs hasn’t yet appeared. The signs that shall let me pass through the barrier that is protecting it. The sun shimmering its rays towards my heart as if scanning it, looking for the slightest impurity; hatred, cruelty, and greed. The rays then clutched upon my soul, lifting me up as my body burnt to ashes, and inside the island, I was given a new vessel, a vessel that didn’t undergo through any sorrow nor betrayal.

  • Kindness, is it still a thing?

    This looks familiar, the seals are broken, the cycle has started; the curse has been unleashed. I don’t understand haven’t I moved on? I am doing it again, falling into a wormhole of events that I already lived; the soul is shivering and the heart is squeaking for it was a hardship that requires sacrifice that no one bears.

    Trapped, moving seems impossible, I am restrained. The chains are heavier and more powerful than before; it’s sucking my soul, I am shrinking. Through my journey I have met people who were on a quest to find happiness, given that I made it clear that happiness cannot be reached the way that they’re seeking it; for its a far complex thing than a destination, it is a spiritual experience can be achieved by having the characteristics of the righteous because only with these characteristics you will be able to endure the pain. For happiness comes with a great deal of sorrow; It makes everything around you as clear as a crystal.

    Swiftly, the stream is taking me towards its bank, or that’s what I thought. It’s testing me, trying to manipulate me, asking me to change. In disappointment, the tears fled from the eyes screaming “we are worried about you not the other way around.” So it became clear: People have changed and so to cope I too must become one of them. A story that begins with misery always ends with misery, however, it can always be altered into a happy ending but only if you have peace of mind.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • 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”