The Journey 596

Tag: stories

  • 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.

  • 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….

  • Soul, Monster and I

    We all have a monster within our bodies, some of which are trapped behind our souls, observing, waiting to regain its strength from the cruel creatures to break free and unleash its full potential. On the other hand, some of us were able to tame these vulgar creatures that are sharing our vessel. The weak humans will be conquered as soon as the monster takes control and unleash the evil that it has gained over the years and soon the soul will be shoved far away into the abyss, scared, shivering, and unable to move; for the power that has been unleashed into the body is the unstoppable wrath of hatred.
    We were born together, we shared every memory the good and bad, whilst the monster favored the bad memories and fed on them and grew faster, and slowly pushing the pure soul away, or rather poisoning it. It reminds the soul of what has been done to it, reminding it of all the cruel things that have happened, blaming the soul for everything. Filled with guilt the soul soon realized what should be done in order to not become weak. At the nursery they were able to identify me for who I am, they saw right through me, they saw the emptiness, they saw the shattered pieces of my beloved soul, and so they waited for me until it was our nap time, to grab me and lock me up in the chamber where they performed their rituals on me, trying to bring my soul back.
    For years they have kept me in the chambers thinking that they will be able to cast the evil spirit away and make my pure soul return back to its vessel; however, their plan never worked and never will, for the monster and I are one.

  • Addressing The Problem

    T.W.O.T.E

    Chapter 100 – Repentance 

    Tiredness and emptiness, am I missing something? Have I lost in this game of life, or am I just down the wrong path? Wondering as to where I shall end up, overthinking the circumstances, trying grasp every possible outcome; however neither of what I grasp occur, except for a few minor situations that I was able to dodge, but the rest hit me so hard that it turned my life upside down, spinning in this cycle of life what have I become what am I possibly going to achieve from such a cruel world. The problem remains in my head.

    A mindset that I have to alter, and practices that I must change in order to be what I have always wanted to be. Condemned by the negativity, thinking about the others whilst forgetting about myself, my soul. Shattered into tiny pieces, and then a cry of help from beneath my heart, shivering as the voices started to be clearer and closer. Voices that I have ignored and by so, I no longer know who I am.

    In sadness, the world cried for the soul that never thrived, in tears of great remorse for the dreams that have been slipped away by the cruel creatures who took it upon themselves to destroy others. Monsters that slipped away from their apocalyptic reality and into our world they’ve entered, giving their sins another chance to ruin yet another earth.

    “There Is Still Hope”