Survival : The Dream

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The Dream


It had been months since my realization of the truth. I no longer felt ashamed of my actions during my encounter with one of the members of the world’s new society. I believed I was the only human left alive and ensured my security well. Never did I turn on my father’s light, so no evil beings would find their way to me. I surrounded the whole shed with fences and traps. I collected wood and stone all for the purpose of making weapons. My safety was perfect; no one would disrupt my world now.


I lived in peace for many days until my thoughts finally showed me something I had ignored all this time. The woman I had seen running. She was like me. She was human, a real human. I realized what I had been keeping away from my mind all along. There could still be more people out there. More people like me, fighting for their safety and survival. I decided to make a little visit to the city.


It was my first time leaving the boundary I had made around my house. I was fully prepared. Three wooden carved swords and my trusty bow with almost 60 arrows. I wore the fresh leather of a cow I had slain earlier that day so that no one would smell my human stink over the smell of cow. I left at daybreak and walked peacefully towards the direction of the road.


It took quite a long time but I was finally there, the place of my revelation, the place I realized what had come of this world. I spent no time with my thought this time; I remained hidden in the vegetation and ran as quick as I could towards the city in the backdrop. Running as swiftly as my body allowed I suddenly came to an abrupt stop. I heard fast pacing footsteps behind me. I turned around slowly and saw them all. The green wretched creatures had seen me. They had been following me, in their own dreadful footsteps all along. I decided I could not simply outrun them. So for the first time in my life I killed without guilt, it was just as if slaying for food, but this time the purpose was not hunger, it was survival. Soon I was covered in blood and my heart beat in vast strokes. I had obliterated all of them, it felt wrong but it also felt like a huge achievement. The blood rush was greater than any I had felt before. This was my drug, my way to euphoria.


I was soon near my destination. I had met with a few of the greens along the way, but none put up a fight. The city lay open in flames. I heard screams and growls from everywhere. The tall buildings all lay empty, lifeless. There were definitely still people here, but saving them was beyond measure at this time. I turned back without disturbing the new civilians of the city but that day I gained something new. I gained a purpose, a dream. I had to save humanity from this new plague, I had to save the inhabitants of Dihama from their new neighbors. I had to liberate this dreadful city and return it to glory!


Survival: Realization

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It had been days since I had named myself a murderer. I had lost my appetite for flesh; I kept my strength from the wild fruits and berries I found in the vegetation of the forest. Each morning, I would wake up stare out my window and see the new grave I had built, it was as if he was standing right there, pointing his finger right at my guilty face. My mind quarreled with sanity, as my heart tried to comfort me, making me believe my actions were self-defense. I was still a murderer none the less.

One quite lonesome morning, my father’s word’s echoed in my head “one must always be punished for his crimes.” When I had first heard my father’s insightful lesson I was too youthful to understand, but now the answer stood right in front of me. I was a criminal and I needed just punishment. I decided to head towards civilization, find one person and ask them to turn me in. I knew that there were roads heading out of our former Dihama; a metropolis just a few miles off the forest. I left my home, saying goodbye to my parents, not knowing if I would ever be able to return and headed towards my fate.


Hours passed, I kept walking towards the streetlights visible far off. At daybreak I finally heard the voice of another human and realized I was here. The voice was a scream though, one which startled me. My slow steps turned into fast agile strides. I finally got past the shadow of the vegetation to see the long asphalt road lying in front of me. The sight confused me direly, was I really near civilization? My view was no less then utterly barbaric. Crashed cars burning all over the road, screams from every direction and blood splashed everywhere. I was stunned by this distressful sight until I saw some people chasing a woman, she ran right past me and I took cover in the vegetation so the men chasing her will not see me. What followed completely surprised me, the men were all pale and green like the victim of my former actions, they walked with sheer hunger in their eyes, and as the woman stopped for a quick breath, they caught up with her and devoured the living flesh out of her, soon she rose too, among them as a human of the green.

The disgust and distress of what I had just seen completely frightened me and I ran as fast as I could back towards my home the only place I thought safe. I reached in half the time it took me to reach the road. My thoughts completely scattered. Had society and civilization really deteriorated into green beings who devoured every living thing in their path?

The next few days were all spent surrounding my home with fences; I didn’t want the “society” to destroy my father’s dream and my mother’s hard work.

Survival: A Strange Visitor

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I was just about to feast upon my latest hunt; an innocent little hunt which I had found lost in the woods and shot down with my wooden bow, when I heard an unfamiliar sound. It sounded like a faint growl, but the voice was not that of an animal. I felt as if it were an injured human crying for help so I turned around to see a sight I had never seen before.

There he was, at my door, a man, with pitch black lifeless eyes and rotten green skin. He looked as if he had died ages ago, but he was stood up straight with his arms stretched forward, staring at me through the small window on my door. At first I froze, unable to act. Soon I regained my ability to move and decided to let him in. I slowly open the door and jumped back. He stormed right in with no hesitation. His clothes were torn and there were cuts all over his body but he showed no signs of injury. He came running after me and I not knowing what to do only stood there. When he was close, he sprung up and tried to bite. This is when I learned, the man wasn’t friendly, he was a killer just like me but his victims were men and his hunger was for flesh. I ran full speed to my bow on the table and rapidly shot at him. He didn’t put up much of a fight and with a few quick arrows he was out. I had killed a man, a real living man, though his objectives were the same, but it was I who was the murderer in this situation.

I stood there for a few moments, my hunger completely gone. There lay the body of my first true victim and I had done it with no intention apart from pure survival. I had no idea what to do from here on, should I repent or should I live on?

The next morning I carried his body out in the open and gave him a proper burial. I kept his grave separate from my parents, I was somehow ashamed that they would see this man and be disappointed in me. sc2final

Survival: Alone

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Soon after I gained my manhood, I became a demon for blood. No wildlife was safe from my hunger. I would devour everything in my path just to quench my thirst for blood and feast upon the meat of my latest victim. I was growing stronger, faster and much more valiant with every kill.

Then came the night when reality finally hit me. My father had built a nice shed for us in the woods; it was made of old hardwood from the trees of the forest which surrounded it. The roof was a traditional slope with a light pole on top which my father would keep lit all night to attract lone travelers seeking help. Beside the house was a small stonewalled well with fresh blue water which would last ages. We were free and happy; from all the commotion, away in our humble abode. Never had I ever thought of ever losing both my parents at such a young age. As I lay in my bed all alone in our little peaceful shed I finally realized how alone I was. There was no living soul around for miles. I yearned for company but my wishes were never granted.

Each morning I would wake to the rising sun peeping in through my window. I would climb up to the roof to put out the flames of the light pole and would scream to the mountains, hoping, praying that anyone would respond. I missed the sweet loving company of my mother, whom I had cherished the most in this world and I wept till my eyes would dry out of tears. I would spend days at the shrine I built her, right beside my father. My loneliness was reaching its peak but there was no one to fill the expanding void in my heart.

One ordinary night, I came home, shut the door and put my latest hunt on the table to feast when I heard something strange.

Iros Chronicles: The Warrior Princess Part I

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Iros, a kingdom glorious in name and age caught the eye of many covetous tyrants in its past. Millions tried to besiege the land of heroes, claim its beauty for their own and rid its citizens of their honor. None however were quite as successful at striking fear into the hearts of many as the assassins of Akhuna.

Akhuna was a small nation that resided wholly in mountainous tundras towards the north of Iros. There were never many battles fought by this nation and never had it threatened any other lands. Akhuna was mainly known for its nomadic herdsmen whom traveled to Iros almost regularly to sell off their animals in the local market. A strike so horrible and breathtaking was never quite expected from such a nation but the world truly is full of surprises.

It was a dark misty winter night when the stealthy invaders stormed the castle. They had entered the capital disguised as merchants the day before but as night fell they revealed their true shades. The 6 highly skilled assassins jumped the walls of the royal castle with complete silence and made their way in through a courtyard window without alerting a single guard. Not a second had passed before they made it to the young princess’ room.

Leah the young princess was in her playful age of youth. She wandered the courtyards in excitement and found adventure in every corner of the castle. This adventurous nature of hers was always a concern for her worrisome father, his highness, due to which he had hired the most excellent knight to guard her.

This truly was no ordinary knight, he vowed to protect the princess through day and night and never let harm find her way. He could hear the careful stealthy footsteps out the bedroom and knew the princess was in danger. He had dealt with assassins of this level before in his military years and was aware that behind those masks of darkness walked coward hearts who only needed to be revealed, so he signaled the watch guards through a window and made as much noise as he could.

The assassins thought the princess was awake. They could not afford to deal with a squealing child so they speed-ed ahead to the royal master bedroom where the king lay rest with his queen. The guards hurried up the castle to drive away the invaders who knew they did not have much time. Three of the assassins went to kill off the guards as they came while the remaining made sure the royal rulers’ rest was permanent. The castle security attacked and fell like slaughtered lamb and by the time reinforcements arrived it was too late.

The king had fallen and along with him, the entire nation. A few days later a governor was sent to watch over the lands and a new flag was raised above the heads of the peasants. Iros was no longer a nation but a colony governed by the Akhuna estate.

The assassins however forgot about one simple flaw in their master plan that day. They had left the young princess with air still in her tiny lungs and while the royal guards stormed the assassins in the king’s quarters the young princess escaped with her knight.

Mindless Writing #2

She kept a face of indifference as she’d learnt to do all these years. She was done with the pain, done with the suffering. She had let herself fall into painless carelessness many mistakes ago. Here stood however that one little hand still pulling tightly trying to call her out of the sea of indifference. Like a single flicker of light, a miserly little firefly in everlasting oblivion. She knew not how to react to this revelation. Jacky had always been a friend, a glimmer of hope in this ever sorrowful world but she had never seen him as anything more, she had never allowed herself to.

Here she stood, her face still unchanged but her eyes starting to involuntarily water out. The human body always had its own mysterious way to express emotion whether the brain wanted it to or not. The dilation of pupils had always been considered as a side effect of viewing something pleasurable, something close to the viewers heart. That was exactly what she was viewing, she just didn’t know until that moment.

Jacky had always been a friend but he was never just any other friend he was one that was always there, one that would travel miles and miles through numbing cold just to see her smile. That was exactly what she valued what she’d always needed. She just hadn’t realized it before. Though she had always learnt to remain indifferent, she couldn’t quite protect her heart from letting this invader in. It wasn’t a troubling invasion though, not a like a tumor which rests inside you eating you out until you wither away, but like a soft twinkling tingle felt after being tickled.

She couldn’t control her body anymore, the sight of him tearing up in silence right in front of her was torturously unbearable she sprang forward into him and they both fell over. It was a completely new sentiment she felt now and the only way to express it was through the soft blush on her cheeks and the uncontrollable smile on her face.

They just sat there staring at each other in silence, no words were left to be spoken between them. They had finally found realization, peace and comfort, but in all these feeling the truly enchanted emotion they had finally acheived was everlasting happiness.

Survival : Under Growth

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Each day the sun rises and I get up to get to work, early in the morning. It’s like a whole new world.
Mystery in the hills and darkness in the caves, some would take caution but I stand brave. I have lived
up here for as long as I can remember. Away from the city, in my own humble abode. I stay here for I
have a dream, a dream stretching beyond the mountains, a dream to give to humanity, a dream to build
paradise in this world full of imperfection.

My father moved us out here after the war that destroyed Kliptana, my home town. A few months later
my father caught a disease and he soon left us too. My mother was a strong woman, she kept me well fed
until she no longer could and then she left as well. All alone in my teenage years, I had nowhere to
go and nothing to do.

The first few days were full of hunger and sleep, but soon I knew I had to eat. I had heard that in many
native tribes a boy does not become a man until he feasts upon his first ever hunt and
truly the natives were right, the blood rush of my first ever kill taught me the basic laws of nature. I
could no longer care for the animals around me as long as they could replenish my hunger for I had
learned that only with the death of them could I survive.