Kingdom of Paths and nocturnes

The journey back the city and my tiny apartment was uneventful but still took over 8 hours. All the while I listened to podcasts or anything random that came to mind, I was trying to piece together the information shared with me but nothing felt like it had a proper place on the board. Stopping at the gas station I got something to eat and filled my car, I looked around and noticed that there was a car that was parked at the convenience store. It looked familiar but could not put my finger on from where, I tried to take my time to see if I could catch the driver but had to leave when my boss called. I was due to the office the next day and he was just checking up on me, I told him I was heading back and would be in the office. As I drove away from the station I tried to see if I could catch the driver but still no luck, I drove down the highway I kept one eye on the rear view to see it was behind me. I was guessing the paranoia was getting to me and decided to focus on the road, I tune...

So now I sat at the preverbal conjunction point in my research, the Muzhurod Ritual and Francis Locklear were just pieces to a very large puzzle. A puzzle that may no longer be around anymore, from what Sam spoke this could lead to something completely different and far more sinister. I knew I had to keep digging but now whoever was watching on the other side may also wish I didn’t. The name Faiworth did not ring any bells and all references to that name in the files shared were replaced with Farnsworth. I needed to take a break now and needed to change my perspective, I had some leave days which I decided to take and go home. I applied for the leave which was accepted and was given set dates. My boss was also curious as he noticed that I had been very busy with research even though my usual pieces were based on old events. I decided to let him know on what I was working on and spent an hour talking about the stories I had dug up, I left our Sam as a source and the Faiworth connectio...

My name is Roger, I am or was a journalist for a publishing company. I made a mistake of tugging on the thread that should not have been pulled, what I found was something worse that I imagined and wished I stayed in the dark. Just for context I was originally just a gossip column writer talking about restaurants opening and closing, talking about local pageants and the like. I was introduced to the whole thing by a friend who lurks in the deep web forums, he asked me if I have ever heard about the Muzhurod Ritual. I told him I have never heard and decided to investigate it for him and my curiosity. The initial research did not yield much information as I quickly found that the name was a bastardised name for another ritual that was common for elite at the turn of the century. An excuse for untamed debauchery by people in power, what I did not expect was a name I have never seen before. Francis Locklear, he seemed to have popped up when searching for the ritual directly. I used the s...

My bike to work everyday passes an old field that is basically a bog, a kind of swamp that looks like an open grass field but make the mistake of walking there and you will never be seen again. The mix of constant water flow, clay, peat and grass makes for a good preserver but a bad example of steady land. There have been numerous incidences of people disappearing here, people who want to explore the unexplored end up victims of this place. I see every now and then an old man who seems to know how to navigate the land inspecting the place for new victims or undiscovered artifacts, I never really have spoken to him as most of the times he just keeps his head down. It was a warm night in the middle of summer that I was heading back home from work, I could see lights coming from the field and stopped to see if it was the local authorities looking for a reported lost person. Thing was that the lights looked like they were free floating above the land, flying about here and there. I could...

The waves washed over the beach, with each rise the fall of the water felt like the ocean sighed at not gaining any ground. I lay on the wet sand trying to understand what happened but I could not bring up the memories. I was stuck in this loop trying to find out where and what I am doing here, I stood up but fell back on account of my weak legs. I tried a few more times and finally managed to stand, even if a little wobbly, and look around. The beach was totally devoid of life, no trees or plants, just plain sand. Looking up at the sun I tried to gauge what time it could be but failed in that, then tried to find a place with some shade. In the distance I could see a large hill and trying to get a better look I decided to walk over to it. It was further than I initially thought but knew that it was my only option to get away from the sun, that or jump back into the ocean. Walking over I felt the heat of the sand under my feet and the thirst started to really nag at me, I was alread...

Time did not begin as the preacher in the golden garb proclaimed it to be but rather from the dust of a dying god. Dead from the many wounds inflicted by his own children the god did not have a name worth calling and the children learning after that his own existence was the key to theirs as they too started to fall once they found this last curse. I tell of this as the last of the fallen children told it to me, I scribe this in this cave of knowledge. I am cursed by the risen to beholden to the knowledge that follows. The first 2 sisters that rose from the ashes Lillium and Artha were opposites as one saw the end of creation and the other beginning and thus the eternal battle for life started anew. The result of this was the first birth from the blood to be Throm the child of continuance, he saw what resulted from the battle of the ash gods. In the void where this began was filled with the energy of hatred and love mingling. Throm from that gave life to the first race of children of...

I always wondered what the scientists in the other laboratory were working on, whispers in the cafeteria were always about how that group managed to decode our DNA. I work as a data analyst so my place is right at the bottom of food chain so getting any info was like asking God for a favour. The facility was no large and neither was it some super-secret government facility, what it really was for is quite interesting. Ever since the paper of some scientist was published on how the DNA could be  unravelled like a twisty candy, upgraded and then rewound people decided they can do it so a bunch of big corps got together and built this place. Built, I say this in past tense because 4 years ago something was made there and it did not like where it came from. I was working on my shift that day going through the provided data and the other stuff I normally do, it was tedious but I was paid well enough not to complain. How it all started was when I noticed that a few scientists were runn...

                   Woken from a sleep that felt like it lasted for centuries rather than months we woke. Tired from the resting so long we were transferred to bunks to rest from resting so long, sort of like a holiday from a holiday, also this helped us adjust to reality. Though you never really dreamed when you were in cryo-sleep it still made a few of the dreamers try at least and end up a like a bunch of brain dead sheep for a few days after being woken. But that was now being slowly avoided by the medical personnel who woke a few days like the engineers to make sure that the waking process a more fluent deal.                 “Welcome to the Ship AE-Voyager 62-2175, we hope that your cryo-sleep was restful and undisturbed. For any troubles in waking or adjustment please refer to one of our medical staff so that you may helped, thank you,” bellowed the ship A....