All that the heart can give.

This is from a Polish song by one of my favourite artists I wanted to share with you, but can’t translate it word for word so that it will make sense to you. This is his story done my way.

A bunch of friends decided to travel to the Baltic Sea in search of some fun. As standard, they had few pre-drinks on a bench they were tagging, deciding where to go. Few broken bottles and a pill later they found this party on a beach, wooden hut, loud music and strobe lights, DJ shaking up the walls with some RnB from the radio. The place was jammed but they went in any way.

Once there everyone went their own way, some of them went to the dance floor the rest to the bar, our main hero liked being alone while observing strangers and sipping Jack D. Unfortunately the drink didn’t seem to help him with building up the courage to talk to some girls. Yet then an odd thing happened, a girl stopped right in front of him giving him a warm smile, her very large eyes combined with the hair made her look like one of the anime characters he likes. His heart fluttered and he felt as if an electric wire touched his very spine, pain discomfort and pleasure all mixed together, it sure made the sparks fly. Stunned by her looks he wondered if this is what love feels like but before any of them said a word the girl was gone, standing at the exit door of this party. With one finger she indicated him to follow, he looked around to make sure she means him and not someone else. He finished his shot of liquid courage and started to squeeze through the crowd passing his friends who didn’t even notice him, puffing up like peacocks to other girls. He saw her standing on the beach, her smile melted his heart while her gaze looked straight into it. Then she turned around and jogged away giggling playfully. Our hero shot out after her like cupids arrow passing few couples who looked like they are in a french kissing contest, after all, it was middle of summer and the full moon was out.

They were running like that for a while now, he shouted few times for her to stop but she ignored him and kept gliding effortlessly over the sand. By now the sand was getting wetter until he felt the edge of the water at his feet. He noticed her figure is slim and fit and almost tripped and fell when he ran by a thrown off t-shirt then shorts, bra and panties. The excitement with adrenalin and drugs had his heart racing, the guys will never believe him that some random chick just threw off her clothes for him he thought. He heard her laughter from the water and a soft voice saying “come to me” he didn’t consider if it’s smart or not and started stripping leaving his phone and wallet on the beach alcohol and extasy dulled his awareness of these cold dangerous waters.

He started swimming in the direction where he heard her last, calling for her he shuttered when he grabbed a wig of hair floating. “Is this a joke?” he asked after hearing giggling behind him, there she was, head above water laughing and dived again in a wave.

Then he suddenly screamed from the pain as something sliced his skin at the back of the knees. He flailed his arms trying to stay above water, scared to think what could have sliced his legs he watched the party bathed in the moonlight. Profanity flowed from him like his blood and stopped short when she emerged right in front of him. Milky grey skin with lack of ears and eyes on the side of the head triggered the primal fear he never felt before. In vain he tried to throw punches, she just flashed a menacing row of sharp teeth which he found out are razor sharp. With one quick bite, he lost 3 fingers after the last punch. She bit him by the ankle and pulled far from the shore. Then a sound pierced his ears, a hope-shattering ethereal keen like he never heard before followed by a sickening scene. Like a swarm of eels, children welcomed their mother slithering around in the growing pool of blood. The little ones loved playing with food taking tiny bites, screaming in pain he begged them to stop while they kept tearing muscles like a bull terrier a tire. Every now and then the mother grabbed him to keep him from drowning when they were getting to the bones.

It was the first and last time he felt such a cold when they sliced open his stomach, and before the freezing waters took him, in the glow of the moon, to his foolish love his heart gave out all that it could give.

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Lost Soul (part7)

Apologies for the delay in writing this part, I’m finally here and ready to shake up your previous stories a little.

Parts 123456

 

The three of us entered the compound, it looked almost like a bunker. In fact, it was fairly similar to the nuclear bunker that my parents showed me videos of that they had to spend few years there when they were young. Yet this one was old abandoned I can’t imagine it housing more than 20 people. Luna held my hand and with Roman gave me a tour of the place to which I paid no attention. All this time my mouth was ajar in surprise so long I haven’t noticed I am parched, my eyes watery and a kaleidoscope of emotions rushed through me at exhausting speed. I might have not seen Luna in 10 years yet she still could feel my emotions as if she was my twin. She told me to sit and offered water which I gulped down faster than desert sand. Flashbacks of the past made me dizzy, I wondered how we ended up separate, why we haven’t met sooner it was ten fucking years. Who is Amruth and if he can still read my mind from a distance? Although it was of least importance at the moment I still wondered If my best friend Luna is in a relationship with my childhood crush.

I regained my composure and started thinking clearly, clearer than ever which was a strange feeling for me Luna interrupted my thoughts “It’s a local plant we add to water, we don’t know what it is but it makes your mind a lot sharper, I’m sure you feel it by now” I just nodded. “Agnes, aren’t you going to say anything? Are you not happy to see us?” asked Roman entering the room again.

“I..I..I am happy, sorry, I’m still in shock, I thought I will never see you again, I was almost killed and then you came. Aliens…friends…code, you mentioned a code to help you return, It’s incomplete I have another page let’s try to combine them and get out of this horrible place. The thing is I just can’t read it” I replied accelerating with each word. “Incomplete? another page? how do you know that? never mind, Show me the page this is mine an let’s have a look” Roman said with excitement and reached for the code to lay out on the table. As he did that my stomach acted like a ball in the pinball machine, the code that Roman presented was completely different from the page I had.

Romans face expression saddened yet his eyes sparked up. “Ahh this brings back some memories although I don’t think it’s part of the code.” he sighed. “What are you talking about? what memories?” was my next question. “You really can’t read it? Don’t you remember when we were little? Your grandfather loved all kinds of encryptions and thought them to us. He always left such notes for us to decode with instructions how to find a hidden stash of sweets our parents don’t know about, how could you forget that?” explained Roman. “I think I start to remember, yes, notes and sweets, yet I don’t remember any encryptions, can you read it?” I asked eagerly “Give me few minutes”

While roman studied the note I caught up a little with Luna, she even brought materials left over in this place that turned out to be sheets of cloth. Without hesitation, I took one and wrapped it around me like a toga to eliminate the constant cold. “I will find you some better clothes later” Luna said. Roman came back to us now with 2 sheets of paper and a thin piece of charcoal he used to write with.

“Fitting outfit Agnes. I decoded the note, it is just like the ones from our childhood, look. The face under the text is the iconic Julius Caesar, we learned about him in school. There are also roman numerals on it, this indicates it is a Caesars cipher, To solve it you need to arrange the alphabet in a circle, that numeral is your key which is 7, now take every single letter and substitute it with a letter 7 positions further. Here is the translation.” explained Roman giving me another page.

i am human. i am here for thirteen years trying to make
contact with my family. i have shelter food
technology and knowledge. even found a typing machine.
if you are still sane i would like to meet and work
together. there is a way out. in two days i will leave a
trail of red stones to meet at down i mean no harm. ha la
lau are learning our language thus the code.

I have read it and almost fainted, that plant sure makes your mind sharper because I now found dots that could be connected I wish I have seen before. I started to backtrack the events to find odd things. Amruth, he could not read the note because it was a code and not English, he was nice to me since he hoped I will teach him. The next part scared me, his throat it was clearly visible and blue the man who grabbed me in front of my shelter and told me to be quiet had a long beard, that man spoke aloud, only now I realized that Amruth only used telepathy. Was the bearded man trying to hide us from Amruth? did he use his shaman skills to make me not notice the switch of the person who led me away? The codemaker is here for 13 years. Thirteen years ago I was told my grandfather died in an accident, then there are the last words of my mother before I woke up here, ‘Find your gra…’

Are all these things be connected? could my grandfather be here somewhere? or is it just apophenia?

 

 

 

 

Here is a quote I came across that struck home and think everyone should read, especially when you struggle to make time for the things you want the most:

“And despite this inexorable fight, promise me you will never lose faith in yourself, that you’ll never cease from walking, for there’s no need to run.” -A.R

Lost Soul part 3

Part 1 by Enni

Part 2 by Jokerswild

The phone kept ringing in my hand but I couldn’t answer it due to the shock paralysing my body. Strange noise filled the shaking room and then part of the roof was just torn away, disappointingly Tony and Roman were the first ones out rush the door. Another part of the roof fell inside the room, but thankfully Luna moved me out of the way saving my life and snapping me out of the shock. Some part of it must have struck me because my bracelet has broken and lost in the chaos. As I noticed the bracelet is gone I alow saw that the box from the game had a hole town in it with a faint light shining through it. And then really grotesque hands coming out of it and reaching in my direction. Luna fainted at the sight and I just cried looking at the long fingers protruding in my direction. I felt the hand grip my wrist and at the same time, the front door burst open under the foot of my father rushing in together with my mother.

“No! we are too late..”

“Mom! help, I’m sorry I didn’t know!”

“William, quick, the tracker!”

I was being constantly pulled towards the shining hole in the game, my father pulled out a small square black device out of his back pocket and threw it at me. I barely managed to catch it as the hands yanked me harder now, losing my balance and falling towards the light the last thing I heard was my mother trying to say something that was cut off.

“Find your gr…”

I relive these events often in my dreams hoping I could remember more details but to no avail. It has been ten years now of waking up hungry and cold, thankfully through my childhood, my grandfather often took me for camping in the woods where I learned how to make shelter and find food in case of an emergency, and now I’m glad I never tried to thwart his efforts to teach me.

I have one stealthy shack on the ground and one on a tree if I need to run away from animals or the Ha La Lau, I see them sometimes wandering nearby alone or in packs. I avoid contact with them fearing they will kill me on sight like many animals they do. Maybe they won’t, after all, we have practically the same shape, but then that’s all we have in common.

As for the food, I found the most similar plants to what we have on earth and planted them nearby, occasionally I hunt for small animals, mostly hope they will fall into my trap. I try to search for some more resources during the day but I’m still afraid to wander off too far. Tonight I was awoken by a branch being broken close by, I instinctively clutched a sharp piece of metal I once found and used as a knife and peeked out. I heard a rustle and then silence. It wasn’t the Ha La Lau because they glow at night and I haven’t seen or heard an animal…

 

 

If you know someone suitable for this challenge feel free to let them know about it maybe they will join us. Or maybe you? do you want to write another part of this story? let me know in the comments.

The Lost Soul….Part 2

Part 2 is finally here, Part 1 is here.

BRAIN FREEZE

It was my sweet sixteen birthday and my parents were giving me the one gift every teenager wanted, to be treated like an adult. They were letting me throw my own party with the house to myself! They had rules like “no boys”, which would be broken. No alcohol, no loud music and we had to stay out of the game closet for some reason. Ever since I turned thirteen I had been prohibited from going into the game closet, it was also the age I was given my fashion bracelet that I always had to wear. I noticed most teenagers had one so I didn’t feel special but they all didn’t look the same, so some of us felt unique. My parents said they were to help keep kids out of trouble, who was I to argue? My dad figured some of the rules would be broken so he…

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Welcome to the game.

First of all, I would like to thank again to everyone who took part in the Destination Unknown series. If you don’t know what it is, check my blog if you liked it then I invite you to join a new series. To many of you, these might be tiny numbers but I’m happy that all together we got 309 likes and 361 comments especially when I didn’t expect this thing to work at all. I have decided to finish this project early as I treated it as a beta. (It ended with a potential to continue so you never know.)

For the next challenge/series whatever you want to call it I wanted to set defined rules to improve, unfortunately, the rules and ideas I had turned out to just cause problems when applied to a group of writers and work better on a book with one author. Then Enni messaged me that she has a short intro ready that we could use for the next challenge threw all my ideas out the window, surprisingly that helped. I had to re-think everything and probably improvise along the way, if you have any ideas for improvements please comment below and we will consider it before we start. Here is what Enni wrote

‘Mommy, please save me, they will eat my soul’ I cried over my phone
‘Honey, don’t lose hope Momma will be there. Keep your tracking device on’

I kept the tracking device on for my parents to search and make me free from these Ha-la-lau, that’s what they call themselves. I don’t know from where they come. All I know they capture humans, after torturing them they eat their souls. They think this will save their civilization.

Oh No! these EM waves from their ship, My tracker. I wobble it high in the air. It lost the signal. My Freedom is in your hand…

As you can see it will be likely sci-fi, or a demonic cult with high-end tech, same thing. I would like to tell me as whom you would like to write, enter the role of the teenage child and the parents or as a third party helping the parents to find the child.

The rules as for now there are not many.

Minimum of 600 words per part. If for some reason you kill all the main characters you need to introduce a new character to replace them. And that is pretty much it because YOU make it interesting by adding your own style and plot twists.

I would like it to make it 20 parts long with preferably 10 writers. I am not sure if I will be writing parts myself, it depends on the flow of the story. Instead, I will be playing sometimes with you sometimes against you, sort of a wild card, a watcher. I will drop a clue, a secret message to help you reach your goal but foremost to make you think and research things to be able to continue, for example, a coded message that you will have to find a key online to decipher it or just co-ordinates to a location. I also might hurt, trap or kill a character. To avoid unnecessary amount of posts from my side I will drop the messages in the comments and your emails. Hopefully, the authors from previous challenge return, If you are new and want to join please do, and if you know someone who might like it let them know.

Please comment below with tips and to join and we will assign parts to the people. I feel like I forgot the most important part for new people, the idea is simple, one person writes a story and drops it and some interesting point then you pick up where he left off and continue it in your own way, then drop it for another person.

Ah yes, this is the intro, we need a name for the series, it’s not out of laziness but out of respect for you that I would like you all to come up with a suitable name.

 

Photo by Antonello Crippa

Destination Reached

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

 

The mirror had to be destroyed, but not yet not while we are here.

“Agatha is everything ready?”

“Yes Mit.”

“And Ann?”

“She was taken care of her while you made the connection, she is with her partner now.”

“Great, now my favourite part..” “Mit!” Agatha interrupted.

“Are you sure it’s a smart thing to do? I know it’s game for you but one day it will bite you back in the ass.”

“I guess you are right, but we used them so much they deserve to know, they need to know what they did.” said Mithra.

Now ladies and gentlemen lets cut the crap and I will explain something, especially to my authors. Yes, you there reading it, I love breaking the ‘fourth wall’ especially when the bricks hit the audience. Confused? Let me explain. We used you, it’s what we like to do me and my sister. The dream you have read about, you all had it and don’t remember it. My sister has a special ability, she found you and visited your dreams for days, implanting ideas, giving instructions. The flames that consume her in the dream actually consume your memory of what happened.

We gathered the six of you randomly, yet you formed a strong group. You can’t remember yet but you all came together to Oslo, following the visions. You found the house and barged into it. I don’t own the house no, it belonged to Ann, her husband James and their daughter. The Man of the house naturally stood to defend his family from the 6 strangers so you killed him, then tortured and killed Ann. Funny enough the whole six of your brains refused to take in what you did to their 5-year-old daughter. What is funnier to me is that all of you thought you are writing fiction out of your own will, you couldn’t be more wrong. What you wrote was a statement of your actions that the police will be very interested in. I had to control your minds fooling you to think it is just another story you wrote.

It was not easy with the 6 of you, Lucas resisted the most that’s why there was so much craziness in his part, Amanda was close to figuring out how to starjump. Did any of you recently felt time missing? remorse, regret or sadness? maybe relief from letting the anger out? that would be your subconscious mind going over what you all did. Your group murdered an innocent family and tried to burn the house down, tried since Lloyd’s old Zippo wasn’t so trusty after all.

If you are wondering why I wouldn’t be the main suspect just think who is more likely responsible, a man who can’t be found and starjumps or a group of people who describe the crime scene and try to blame it on a fictional character? Both police and I know that adding more fiction won’t make it less real.

Don’t be angry or disappointed, if the mirror remains intact you can still figure it out.

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Destination Unknown (Part 7)

Part 1 is here, rest is linked on my blog. Ennis I am sorry for cutting in before you I was bored so I wrote this.

With the attacker’s last swing he stuck the axe in the wall which blocked a blade that was meant to cut at neck height. Fortunately, my grandfather never made anything easy for family or foe alike. I don’t know who he wanted protection against but another blade shot out of the wall so fast that I only noticed when his legs came right off the second after. As if that wasn’t enough, from the frame of the mirror sprayed some sort of acid which filled the corridor with a horrible stench of burned skin. Looking at this horrible scene I thought this man doesn’t deserve it, nor can he tell anyone about what he saw, I need to finish him off. After a quick check of what’s at hand, I saw that the sword was thrown outside the mirror as well. The corridor was too tight for a wide swing so a push will have to do.

“What the hell is going on up there? is that James shouting?” asked Ann

Shit shit shit what now? “I’m coming down, wait!” how will I explain this mess?

I had to end his shouts of pain so I pushed the sword into hopefully his heart, wet crunching sound did silence him indeed. Before I pulled out the sword a trap door in the floor opened swallowing James and the sword. As soon as his body landed on a pile of bones the floor was whole again. “Jesus grandpa…”

Going down the stairs my head was in vertigo thinking what will I say next.

“What’s going on? wait.. is that blood? where is James, what did you do?” her each word sounded more hysterically.

“Ann… there was an accident… fuck there is no way to explain it” I said.

“What happened?” she asked slowly.

“Somehow he got up there, he had a knife and was already bleeding. He must have hurt himself because he was shouting nonsense, then he attacked me and I defended myself.”

“Oh god.. it was him shouting no more starjumps.”

“Yes, just as he said it he slit his throat and fell through a trap door in the floor which I don’t know how to open or where his body is.” I spilled as fast as I could before she could interrupt me.

“What the fuck are you talking about.” tears started flowing down her cheeks

“I know how it sounds but that’s the truth, I’m sorry Anna.”

“Asshole, I told him to not go off his meds…”

“I’m sorry, I know how you feel.”

“HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW!” Her eyes were consumed by an inferno of rage.

Ignoring her rage I proceeded to tell her what not many people knew about me. “Once I did have a partner, a beautiful bookworm with red hair. Her name was Olivia, we dated for a year and a half, after which we moved in together. For the next year our relationship was a dream, and that dream ensured me I wanted to marry her. I still see her face, she told me she is pregnant. I had everything, a house, beautiful woman and now a child, so I decided to make her happier and to propose later that day. We decided to celebrate with a day off work, wine and sunbathing in the garden. I knew she won’t drink now but I needed more courage so, after some I dozed off in the sun. I was awoken by the thud of the book she dropped. I went for the ring in my pocket and she must have realised what is happening because she stared at me, mouth slightly apart, eyes watering. This made me nervous so my slight spilled over the floor like marbles while I went with my practised speech. When I finished talking I looked at her to see her face purple and with tears, not moving. The thud that woke me wasn’t the book but a roof tile which fell hitting Olivia in the back of the neck severing her spinal cord. She was laying beside me paralysed not able to breathe while I was fucking talking how much I loved her. When I realised what happened it was too late, So I know how you feel.”

At this point, the fire in her eyes was extinguished by the river of sadness that came from my eyes.

“Mithra… I am sorry… I need to clear my head… I..I..I need to go” said Ann storming off through the front door

I didn’t try to stop her there was already too much to explain upstairs. I made my way up feeling the symbols on the rail to make sure I don’t end up like James. At the top, I noticed a new symbol was being formed on its own. “what the fuck..” is the mirror using people as power? Maybe Agatha will know what the new symbol means.

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Hey guys I am reading all the comments on all blogs and would like to thank you all for the positive feedback. You all made a good point of setting a limit on the parts otherwise we will make a book. Like you said 20 seems like good maximum. I want to give everyone at least 2 parts, that will result in 12 or 14 parts which is a lot, If we won’t be reaching the end by then we might be in trouble. When we are done I intend to do a similar challenge but with defined rules etc to make it even better, on a specific page for it.