Madness (short story)

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Mga Istorians pede ko mangayo sa inyo insights, comments and opinions sa akong gi suwat na short story. i really appreciate both context basta within lang sa premise ug way sagol binuang

dili pa ni cya final more as a draft pa.

thank you daan
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No amount of righteousness can pull the world into the void of chaos and wretchedness.
The utopia that we vaguely exploit to justify our hunger for control has pushed us to the brink of our demise.


I lived the final days of my journey and there is nothing out there anymore. Only madness would drive a man to dream of hope. I already have seen enough of this desolate world has to offer and only in death can justify the way to live.

Times were tough when I first viewed my life along side my siblings while circumstances were not so kind to our parents. My elder sister Lizbeth with my younger brother has to give up their blunt innocence for a cruel maturity.

Like us, majority of the people I know during those times were desperate and most of the basic stuff like food and water are regulated and rationed by the government. Often times riots erupts as most people willingly preyed themselves to their greed.

Respect does not exist anymore and we felt it as much as everyone. It’s normal at times to get nabbed of your ration, it occurs to anyone to weak to fight for it. We can only scour to what’s left of it and wish that one day we don’t have to fight for it.

If there is one thing that desperation spews something good out from his mouth is will and hope. Circumstance has led us to tag ourselves with a local militia gang who hijacks supply rations from the government.

Even that exploit did not last long for good. Eventually the government saw those acts as a major setback on its effort to feed a starving community. As a direct result they discontinue their ration shifting our people’s perspective from desperate to insane.

We left our hometown like the rest in cold tears. There were a few people who stayed behind inviting grim to pull them out from their misery, and there were others who totally lost it and resorted to pure savagery to survive.

Lizbeth felt that our survivability is much viable if we stay with the militia. The decision was unanimous considering how unsympathetic and cruel this place could be, and for a time we felt that we have something to fight for aside from ourselves.

We move from our small community to a populated town. Hoping that the government still provides this town with rations, but more like us sprout has in discovery chocking all our hopes to dust. The town was far worst than the one we left behind.

The town’s people were not the ones we expect to harass. We fell for them we are literally on the same misery, and our lives are at the edge of death’s grasp. It’s like having a coin with both head and tail on both sides.

Most of the organized armed civilians of the town have fled. They likely went out to reach more town or cities that still have a running government. From here and beyond we fear that we are far blind than circumstance wants us to see.




---end of chapter 1 of 00

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Peace a thing that defies reason and shrouded in fallacy. Its true purpose can only be controlled by those who weld it. Peace is a false prophet in a form of wisdom that everyone blindly believed.


The government had blanketed themselves with silence. The message is flawed and the facts are misleading that spiraled through obscurity. There is much more to unveil beyond our present predicament that we wedged ourselves into.

We decided to leave town into the path of uncertainty. Our current disappointments have encouraged more distress to accompany us. Arguments flare from within and the purpose of staying together is no longer a need for some of us.

The road whispers a lonely song that even the tress turns a blind eye of sympathy. Decisions were made to move and the decision whether left or right is as important as life and death. That only time will tell the outcome of our option.

Only in definite peril we view life’s significance. Living from day to day is a gift yet we rarely able turn that gift into instinct. We tried efforts to live without the conventional essentials that we use to have, but even nature have its own take of its sorrow.

One by one as each day pass we linger outside the gates of insanity. Starvation has its way of releasing the demons within us. A lucky few were able to defeat them, but the rest where not so lucky of doing so.

As we continue to walk this path our young eyes has already seen enough, but learned nothing of it. Did the government abruptly shut itself down abandoned its citizens and starving them to death? The choice between losing our ends is inevitable.

The weight of our condition has become insufferable. No amount of bond or will can hinder ones pursuance to break their end. We already made this far out and as much as we want to fight it the more we fell defeated for it.

Sleep is our only refuge from this inescapable torment; drifting through simulated lie that only the mind could offer. Then a voice called me from the depths of my slumber the tone of its presence is something I am not familiar of.

I woke up to this stranger’s voice calling me enticing me to wake up. The man greeted me in pleasant conduct that I admit during those times those traits are very hard to come by. I tried to wake my siblings but the man motion a silent sign.

My muscles clinched in fear when I saw that odd looking rifle that he was carrying. Our lives cling in between pity and intent, but unexpectedly the man pulled something on his bag and offered to me and it was something I didn’t expect nor refuse.

Food he offered me and said that he’s a family friend. He was set out to find us after our parents’ accident; whether he’s facts is believable or not. I found myself on the ledge preparing to jump over a sea infested sharks and pray that they won’t eat me.




---end of chapter 2 of 00

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He who willingly gives themselves to the corrupt is as fraudulent as to their betrayer.
Pawns by their own intent they are the catalyst to where the malicious and the corrupt feed their desire for power.


As shallow and naïve we are to question the persona of this redeemer. The instance and state that we are currently in restrained that action. During those times we cling on every form of hope we can hold ourselves into.

I will never forget that man’s name. He pulled us from the muck of misery and death; though he’s a narcissist complex person. His redeeming character is that he’s true to his word to keep us away from harms way.

Gaining our trust came easy for him with food and protection who would resent such an openhanded offer. He’s unexpected advent reignited the fire of hope that was slowly fainted into the path of despair.

As much as we admire him for his actions there is one obtrusive drawback to his aggravating persona. We notice that he talks to his rifle named Ellie unusual it may seem, but losing ones sanity is a typical occurrence.

Days past by he suggested that we move as were running low on supply. He suggested that we head north to the city and gamble with faith and chance to whatever’s left or remained of it when we get there.

The road spoke no word yet its silence whispers untold stories of hope. Abandoned and forgotten stalled and decompose we strip them like vultures feast. We shove what’s left of our dignity to live through other people’s misfortune.

No more space for the worst as we step forward into obscurity. For every distance we cover the more we distance ourselves from our humanity. It’s clear to me now that the direction we seek to venture salvation does not exist.

People are designed to inflict terrible atrocities to ourselves when shoved to the brink of desperation. Armed civilians and gangs strewn throughout these lands hunting for anything that can satisfy ones stomach and anything in between.

Suffering came on all sorts of form it can muster. From the youngest to the eldest we all fell casualty to the monstrosity of our own doings. We are both predator and a prey struggling to live by means of necessary violence.

There is nothing moving as far as your gaze can travel. Pallets of grey and black as red smear the image of once beauty that only your eyes can appreciate. He said to us like a dark poetry intended to numb ones sense of this reality.

We drove ourselves to our confines and shape the form of a dreadful figure. Shameless and hateful we became that very creature we used to hate. Now we carry the burden of that feeling of contentment and remorse fighting over continued existence.




---end of chapter 3 of 00

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Respect is not equal it’s a form of margin that separates something from nothing. It is a silent kind of fear that upholds serenity among people. Disrespecting people by means of intimidation is a pathetic choice to gain respect.


Consequence comes when you least expected it. Our steady stream of fortunate situations just might dry out. My younger brother got wounded during our exploits and our provisions couldn’t do as much to help him on his worsening condition.

I lay waste of the creature that shot my brother and blame the rest to ourselves and anything I can set my fault into. We became more reckless and vile especially my sister the mere sight of slowly losing somebody is enough to make someone mad.

The flow of bad occurrences continues to batter us. Both Lizbeth and I got pale under the weather and it is utterly not a good time to be of burden. Death is crouching near to every time and opportunity we missed.

The stranger was oddly silent during those days. He is usually chatty and kept our sorrow unchecked with stories centered on him. He and Ellie converse a lot now I could only listen and smiled away my fear of losing him as well.

The sun laughed and cried as we slowly weathered away. We continue to spiral down on the ladder of casualties with my younger brother off front. Lizbeth stayed close with him with a warm sealed hope of farewell.

I shut my eyes and let it pass away as quickly as possible. I thought of many things that I yearn to live my life with. I can only dream as much as I can do with every modest piece of desire and happiness lays an indivertible consequence.

Lizbeth shouted with exuberance when she saw the military. He led them to us and it felt like they were angels sent by the heavens. They took us and tend to our well-being as if we were that significance to be focused with such attention.

My folks were fortunate to have him as a friend he is a fine and unfailing gentleman. We owe our lives to him nothing can be bought or given to that man. How I wish we could bring back Ellie or at least let her be at peace and let go.

We were at this site crowded with tents with people no less special than the ones we meet before. Strangers and families we were unified by a single word and our uncertain existence can only answered through the call of hunger.

Many have conjured the rationale of our condition but none it is worth believing. The military held us for reasons that most of us are left blind deaf of the situation. Their Keen eyes linger with pure intent of keeping us on enfold.

Empty yet unrelenting we sought to search him amidst from uncertainty and despair. Together we asked for his whereabouts his sudden disappearance has left us apprehensive. We can only speculate to what really happened to him.




---end of chapter 4 of 00