The Journey 596

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  • Keys: Witnessing a Sinister Cult Ritual

    Keys: Witnessing a Sinister Cult Ritual

    Finally Reaching a town, the long road has vanished behind him, the bar that he took refuge in has become empty, the bartender no longer exists, empty tables, the man refrained from sleeping until he figures out what has happened, why the sudden change in the routine. Carrying his bags and finally entering the town that he longed for years, after contemplating for hours whether to go around the town hidden from people or to go through it, withstanding their ignorance. The man goes through town, his eyes scanned the area as he walks the grounds, restless eyes, gazing at every house, corner, trees, he could see the ants trekking up the grass in the park, if he didn’t manage to hide it or control it in time, people might have thought that he is going into seizure. The man covered his head with a hoodie shielding his eyes from the surroundings as now that he have scanned the entire town, the eyes are back to normal nothing is new, everything is known.

    The man took shelter under a huge tree in the middle of the park, unaware of what is been brewing inside the houses of this dreadful town, although the man is resting but he could not sleep for until now what happened to the bar is still a mystery. The man felt strong feelings of hatred, dark thoughts looming all over town as the town people have emerged from their houses starting their day. The man could not bare what he has felt, feelings of emptiness, feelings that made him hollow. somehow the man could feel everybody’s hatred and darkness, as if they were his own, the man screamed with anger as the darkness tries to creep inside of him, pushing it away with his sheer determination that he is different from them. The sun has turned red, gloomy weather, the fog creeping all over town, a ritual is taking place under the big tree that the man was resting under, now abandoned.

    The man watching the ritual from a far, witnessing the ritual taking place has assured him of why he is on this journey. As the leader of this cult gathered his followers, you could see the sheep gathering like a herd in a pen the their Sheppard guarding the door, the leader started talking nonsense, the man could not careless of what the cult is about, he is waiting to see the aftermath of it all, whether it will work or not; whatever that is their trying to accomplish. Chanting, dancing, and drinking the whole package of a cult is being performed in public, and the public seem to gather around the ritual, the cult leader is gaining followers, “no he is recruiting”, the man said, those naïve humans, must think this is some kind of street performance. I have to stay in town for a while in order to free those humans, or leave them be and just see what happens after the ritual, who knows….

  • Keys

    Keys

    Gathering his stuff, a minimalist whose all belongings fit in two bags, a messenger bag for all his gadgets, a duffel bag with all his wardrobe. Walking down the stairs in the middle of the night, the shackles have been unlocked, the past burst into flames, white fire following his trail, and stopped at the front porch of the house, the fire screamed, shifting its form to those whom he have lost, dead people standing at the porch screaming with anger as he continued to walk away, every scream he heard makes his heart clutch, choking him out breath but just for a second. The scream grew fierce and load, he passed the end of the town, yet he can still hear the morbid screams.

    “Leaving town seemed like a good idea at the time”, he said to the bartender that never asked or showed interest in his story, he continued talking to the bartender for hours about the ifs and what could have happened if he had stayed for hours. After the buzz wore off and now that he is sober, he got up from the side of the road and continued walking, with no destination in mind nor a plan for that matter, walking an endless road, hoping to find what he desires the most; away, away from them all. At dusk as the sun touches the horizon creating a rippling effect in the sky of a light the burns dark orange, he found himself back at the bar talking to the bartender, this time talking about what is and what is yet to become, “this is unsettling” he said to the bartender mid sentence and continued his conversation like it was some sort of habit, that this is a normal thing that happens to anyone, an endless road surrounded by trees with no gas stations nor bars on sight yet he is now in a bar talking to the bartender. The bartender spoke, the man said “oh, he speaks!” the bartender said “well, of course sir. what brings you here this time do you crave some controlled human interaction?” replying to the bartender mockingly “I liked you better when I thought you were mute.” Waking up on the side of the road, not a single car has passed him, he walked, determined that there is something out there for him, something waiting for him, something that only he would know is the truth if he could find it.

    A unique relic, a key that holds great power, created by the old towns witch for entrapping human souls and for those who are by nature, unnatural, it is a weapon that could help them achieve anything that they desire. The Key of Life…..

  • Vessels: Unwanted Presence

    Vessels: Unwanted Presence

    I thought it will all end, when I am done. Persistent to keep on haunting me, I have got no more ideas nor do I have the power to keep doing this. I thought it will be all over once cut all bonds, but I was wrong, it never really stopped, it was a manipulative trick, trying to lure me in with its voice, guiding me towards something that I cannot understand, except that it drains my soul whenever I get closer. It keeps on talking and the nagging is just unbearable. I ran away from everything and everyone, I am tired, I need to rest and so I bargained the voice to leave at least for a month, surprisingly it honored my wish, and so I was able to finally rest and for a whole month. I slept for a week, after that I started to plan my escape from all this messed up life and start over. I was alone yet I can feel it, always looking over my shoulder, thinking that it will finally collect what is owed.

    I started searching for a house far away from people, I looked in places that are secluded, away from all the house and stores, and there it was, my house, smacked in the middle of nowhere beside a closed gas station surrounded by the desert, it is perfect, just how I like it, no one really stops here, they no that the gas station is out of order, and so I bought the house, and suddenly I started scribbling weird symbols, seemed archaic but what could go wrong I am used to it by now, I think it is back, in anger I resisted and shouted “you gave me a month and it has been only 2 weeks 3 days”, not a word came out, just smiling at myself while continuing the art lessons. The symbols covered the whole floor, and circled the house and gas station. I kept on trying to make it talk but without any progress, it is giving me the silent treatment I guess, not that I am complaining, however due to the life that we shared together, it was not a good sign, it always resulted in me feeling empty and unable to think straight. In addition to not being able to control anything in my life, as if I was in a trance. I continued talking and nagging to it until it finally talked, “You wanted me to leave you alone, well, how are you going to stay sane if I am not there guiding you, think you will be able to survive without my help, now that I know that you are protected, this is farewell”. I had a lot of questions, however, I refrained considering the fact that it will leave me alone, finally I shall live peacefully, and so it left. Finally, I have accomplished my dream, I ended it, and now I can live peacefully away from all the creatures that could talk. The first few weeks were a bliss, everything was the way it should be, I am in control of everything, no more manipulation, no more voices, no more humans. As the years passed by, it returned but could not get to me, fortunately all the drawings, they have created a barrier, protecting me… “protecting us” from what is out there and from it.

  • Dystopia: Soul, Mind and Body

    Dystopia: Soul, Mind and Body

    I walked for day, everything around me is changing, I dont know what is going on, but I kept pushing through, clutching upon my heart as everything turned black. Is it night time already, it was still in the afternoon or morning I am not sure, the only thing that I am sure of is that there was light, and suddenly I am in abyss. I sighed, and kept on moving, defying my urges to stop and panic, I pushed through until I reached the end of the road, I hit my head on something, I touched it and it seems like a wall. I panicked and started running all over the place creating a cross, it is as I feared, I am trapped.

    Purgatory, hell, call it whatever you like, is it the end? I asked myself, trying to calm my weary soul, “Yes! child, you have completed your journey, rest your weary soul, Oh Righteous child leave be the world of man, leave the pain and corruption, rest here and you don’t have to worry ever again”, as I saw myself laying in the grave, how can I possibly calm my soul, when I am trying to decide which one of me is the real me. I sat beside the grave looking at myself, I am peaceful, I guess we are peaceful. You would figure that I am at shock as I sat there beside myself, however I was trying to shift bodies, I was trying to somehow place my soul in the dead body, in an attempt to revive it, I don’t want to be alone, I hate people, I figured if I want a friend, what better than myself to befriend. I kept trying for days, every book that I have read, every journal I have collected over the years were all talking about souls, possession, and black magic, it was all for protecting myself from the danger of the wielders, I never thought I would use them, I never thought that I would need them and for what to create a friend. Its no use I could not make it happen, the voice came back scolding me “Haven’t I taught you better, Haven’t I praised you enough, accept your resting place or forever wander aimlessly for the goal you are seeking is to die and finally be over with this treacherous life. I wanted to argue that after everything that I have went through and the milky way Ping-Pong that I witnessed, and now that life is beautiful and just how I like it, you want me to die, but then I would seem like a psychopath, and so I refrained and did what I always do to this voice, ignore it, like it never existed.

    A strange creature with long limbs appeared, it stared at me for a long minute and then stormed towards me, I felt the blood rushing towards my heart I never felt an adrenalin rush like this before, it was amazing , except for the fact that I am now pinned and being strangled by this creature.

  • Dystopia: Frostbite

    Dystopia: Frostbite

    The water is freezing cold, I struggled to get out of the water, feeling numb , I cannot feel a thing except for the cold wind that is practically freezing the inside of my skull. I tried and tried until I was about to give up, however in situations like these, one must be like me an opportunist, Master Of The Improvisation Art, I started to slowly drown until I found a bunch of seal like creatures but the size of a blue whale racing towards the hole in the ice that I was trying to get out of, and so I instead of drowning, I decided to use the sealwhales, creative isnt it… okay moving on I used the stampede to force myself out of the water.

    It was my only way out of the freezing cold water, its nice and warm now, I can feel my body defrosting like a frozen turkey on thanksgiving morning, ignoring the fact that It was supposed to be cold, I am in the freaking Antarctica or whatever, maybe iceland, but I was surrounded by snow,ice, aaaand water. The thing is that the plan worked, I got out of the freezing cold water, but the thing is I didnt get pushed of the water into the land or ice for that matter, I got swallowed by the sealwhale. I will be freaking out if it wasnt warm and nice inside this creature, let me enjoy this as long as I can withstand this. I rested for a while, to regain my strength then I started to investigate the creature, a biopsy like this while the creature is still breathing and moving around, I starting poking things until I was shot of the creature when he vomited, not sure why I felt offended, I did.

    I continued my journey, heading towards something, something that I cant seem to remember, but I know the path to it, why cant I remember my goal, why cant I remember anything except for the road that leads to that thing. Something vague, but it is somehow important. I walked, walked, and walked for days.

  • Dystopia: The Lost City

    Dystopia: The Lost City

    I jumped into the ocean. I floated for days, not a single creature on sight, I kept looking at earths new sky upgrade, it is strange, I know that we have drifted away from the milky way but why is the sky raining goo, should I be worried? The good thing is that I am in the water nothing can harm me, except for the unexpected moon swings that makes the waves still at times and at times you wish you were hit by a freaking tsunami, instead of being submerged continuously wave after wave. My skin is getting all wrinkly, I decided to go back to the frying pan that is nowhere to be found, I did not move, I just jumped and floated near the tower, what caught my attention was the sky seems like falling, a quick side note, which is totally irrelevant to the current situation is that I get distracted easily if things were not planned or in a certain routine. Either the sky is falling, water levels have risen, or I am getting loopy. Excited that I will get to see the stars and planets up close, however the idea of not being able to breath was slightly concerning.

    “Not to worry” I calmed myself as I dove into the ocean, thinking of seeking refuge underwater, like people actually lived underwater, sarcastically blaming my love for the lost city and captain Nemo. I kept diving and diving, I witnessed a dome just a few feet away, I found the lost city or is just the side effect of losing air and water pressure. I guess this is where my story shall end, death by drowning. A 200 fathoms under the ocean, I woke up inside the dome, guess rescuing the only human under the ocean was inevitable, by the Atlanteans. I though that they were humans like us, but they are not, they have a body of a human but everyone seems to have a flat face with just a mouth and eyes that are placed on the far end of each side, weird yet interesting; I would certainly not make fun or make them feel uncomfortable for their looks, they saved my life. As they spoke I felt like home, creatures speaking my language for some strange reason I felt proud. I was instructed to bedrest for 40 days.

    I stayed in their egg like pods that they call bed for 40 days, feeling the energy running through my body, I could not feel thirst nor hunger, I was incubated, or studied not sure yet, but they seem friendly.

  • 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…..