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Consistency: 08/30/2022
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Tea Huice
Aug 31, 2022
The future. Such an overly explored concept. I don't think I could tell you anything new about it if I wanted to. I could write about the uncertainty of it, of the way nothing ever goes according to plan and we never really know where we'll end up. Or about how the future is now, because every second that passes plunges us into a new world that didn't exist that second ago. I could spout some things about how one shouldn't live in the future (nor the past), since that's basically like living in a fantasy world while your time ticks away slowly, there's none left. I could write another time travel story - I can't even remember the time this trope became a trend, nowadays they're a dime a dozen and I can't even search for web novels or manga to read without running into one or five. I could write about fate or destiny, about how some people believe it's all set in stone, the future. Or about the opposite, that can change it if you just try hard enough and seek out opportunities. (A friend of mine happens to know that the theory of free will has been disproved though.) Or maybe you'd be more interested in prophets, who can tell you your future with a glance, or get prophetic dreams to help humanity overcome the perils that are yet to come? Well, whatever. It is what it is. You can plan for it, dream about it, but in the end none of us know what the future has in store for us. In my personal opinion, the future is one big blob. That's right. It sways and bounces and attacks you when you're level 1 in a game, and perhaps you can tame it in that game, and perhaps it is cute. But depending on the angle you look at it can be quite nightmarish, right? Especially if bad things have been happening in a row to you. Unfortunately, neither I nor others can tell you that it will stop happening. That's just life. Well, anyway. You also spent some of your future time reading this, and I thank you for that while also questioning just why you did so? I mean I'm really just rambling at this point to reach the minimum word count for consistency. I'm on a tightrope at this point, less than 6 minutes remain until the deadline for this one. So I'm just doing with this what I'm doing with my future. I'm just hoping for the best.
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Consistency: 08/29/2022
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Tea Huice
Aug 30, 2022
Wc: 800 something - Yesterday, the world ended. That's what grandpa Jin said, at least. Everyone said grandpa Jin was always living one day ahead of everyone else, the adults said, but Rex had a small suspicion that the wrinkly old grandpa was just a little bit not right in the head. And, just this once, the adults all seemed to agree with him from the way they spoke with each other. That was weird to say at the least, cause the adults never agreed with them. They always had some great wisdom that the younger generation just didn't understand yet, is what they said at least. So Rex was suspicious. Maybe he was just growing up and that's why they were on the same page but he doubted it. Plus why did they change their minds so suddenly? It's not like this was any more far-fetched than grandpa Jin's usual ramblings. "Hey Rex! Whatcha doing?" asked one of his playmates, Hon. "Grandpa Jin said something really weird, and now all the others think he's crazy too." he answered. "Grandpa Jin's not crazy! What he says usually comes true, like remember when he said we'd meet a new group, or when he predicted when the volcanoes would erupt?" "What'd he say anyway?" "He said the world would end, Hon. There's no way that's true, the world can't just end." "Hmm, it might though. He said it after all." "But Hon, if the world ends, we'll all DIE! That'd be really bad!" "Yeah, but what can we do about it if it's gonna?" "We could, I don't know, escape! Or hide? I guess we can't, but-" "See! We can't do anything about it, so stop worrying! Unless you could grow wings to fly away or something, but we don't have those you know." "So, what do you wanna do on our last day on Earth?" "Um… oh, hey! Remember that legend about a lake that grants wishes to those that find it? Let's search for it! Maybe we can ask for wings, for all of us, and then we wouldn't all die!" "Sure! I'm going that way and you go another, first to find it can make the other do what they want for a day!" Rex grinned and shot off in the opposite direction to scout the lake out. He knew it was probably not real, but it was better to search for it than doing nothing at all. Some time passed as he searched below the bushes and the trees and in hidden valleys on the side of mountains. He wondered if Hon had better luck and already found it. The sun was a little way off the horizon when he came across a bright lake. It was like something was lighting it from the bottom, the contrast between the sun's and the unknown light made its surface glitter. "What do you wish for?" "I want me and my family and all of us to have wings so we can fly away!" "I see. I shall grant your wish." The lake glowed fiercely, then died off, becoming just an ordinary lake. Rex felt a new weight on his back, like he was carrying a huge load, but he could also feel something new there so he knew he succeeded. He grinned. The dragon-like wings spread out as he soared higher and higher to test out their strength, gliding off the changing winds and losing his balance many times before he got the hang of it. When he did, he rushed with them as fast as he could back to the camp. He had to stop, however. Something was in the sky. It was growing larger and larger and it looked extremely dangerous. He shot one last glance back at camp - there were spots in the air, they've figured out how to fly too! Placing his faith in that they would make it as well, he flew up, up in the atmosphere, HE PASSED A HUGE FLAMING METEORITE WHICH HAD PREDATORY EYES ON THE FRONT, up through the stratosphere, into outer space. Strangely enough, his wings seemed to work out here. He could hold his breath for weeks as could the others, after all, they were all dinosaurs, the peak of the food chain back home. Dragons now, he thought. He grinned again. He saw many flocks all around the planet, some of them nearby wondering how they got wings and what was happening because THEIR WORLD WAS AFLAME. He couldn't know if everyone made it, nor if they would ever see each other again. It seemed impossible at the moment since every dragon seemed to fly in a different direction. He was sure he'd meet them again though. He couldn't wait to make Hon keep his end of the deal. He grinned again as he set off to search for a planet habitable for dragons.
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Consistency: 08/28/2022
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Tea Huice
Aug 29, 2022
Wc: no idea but its long Emily woke up on her head with a strange feeling inside her abdomen. Wait, that's wrong. For a moment she didn't know what it was but then she remembered the glowing streets and the strange creatures and blacking out. Was she taken? But that didn't make sense, why would they bring her back here after going through all that trouble? She examined that feeling near her stomach. It was like there was something - something was swirling inside her. She stood up suddenly, the world swaying for a second, and then dashed to the bathroom to give back everything she had eaten in the past 24 hours. Her sandwich greeted her, somewhat digested already but still recognisable. It can't have been too long then. She clutched her stomach again and hurled some more. She wiped her mouth and rinsed it with water, then flushed the sick down the - still working - sewage system. That was good. The infrastructure still being intact was good. She went back inside her living room, and peeked behind her curtains. She gasped. Those strange creatures were still there, outside, as far as she could see. They seemed to be communicating animatedly, making wild gestures as if to emphasize their points. She had no idea if their expressions were similar to humans, but many of the creatures' eyebrows were knitted in a way that showed apprehension or just tension. She couldn't know what about, but it made her feel uneasy. Slowly placing her curtains to their original position she scooted to her laptop and booted it up - yet again - to hopefully know more. What she didn't expect was one of the creatures climbing up the apartment building and entering her flat through her window. They looked very purple, the same shade as Thanos actually, but the similarities ended there. They had two antennaes on their head which had small blue spheres on their ends, and their ears were pointy, shaped like ninety-degree triangles. Their hair was black and long, though not wild. It seemed like they had hairdressers where they lived as well. Their eyes were a deep onyx, where you couldn't separate the pupil - or was their entire iris just a pupil? - which looked somewhat unnerving at first glanced, but they seemed to be holding no malice when they looked back. She had a mild panic when she realised they looked back, but forced herself to not run away screaming into the wide world outside. She braced herself. "Who are you?" she asked. "I, am, Kali. You use energy?" he asked in broken but clear English while pointing at her laptop. "Um, what?" "Energy. What energy you use?" "Oh, electricity if that's what you're asking." she answered then got distracted when the news popped up on her screen. Of course, it normally wouldn't, but she found it in the settings the other day and so now every time it booted up the news showed without her having to do anything. She read a headline, which said "Glowing roads in all the states - are our days numbered?". "Visual information. Fascinating." The blackhead said as Emily jumped. When did they get behind her? "Um, can I ask what you're doing in here?" "I come to see technology I sensed. We don't know much of you, yet." "... What technology do you use then?" "We use light and inner force." "Oh. Think you could-" "Oh no." "What is it?" "They come." "Who are coming?" "The Ardesians. They take over all planet. We need to leave, and you need to prepare." "What?" "They strong. We can't help you if we captured. You must prepare for worst." And then he just up and left, along with all the others on the streets, using some sort of - light-powered, she guessed - machinery on their backs to fly back to their ship. A flash encompassed the ship, and then it was gone, leaving the Earth unshielded from the Sun. And then, a huge fleet with innumerable red and black spaceships descended from above, turning the blue sky dark and red. If they thought Doomsday had come before, they were dead wrong. It had only just begun.
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Consistency: 08/27/2022
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Tea Huice
Aug 28, 2022
Wc: 562 In the end, the authorities couldn't find a way to signal back with anything to the mysterious life forms now occupying a chunk of the Earth's atmosphere. Not in 10 minutes, not in 10 hours. Staying up with eyes glued to the scene didn't help Emily or humanity, and so she fell into a restless slumber in the afternoon. Waking up the next morning, the first thing that greeted her wasn't shouts and screams, nor an announcement, nor a call from a concerned friend. No. It was her boss asking about her article which was due in 4 days. She couldn't believe they still insisted on going ahead with something like this - though she guessed someone had to be writing an impromptu article about the recent events. She sighed. Everything seemed to be at a standstill right now, and although the threat of foreign lifeforms somewhere in space that could be coming to attack them or take their society over was looming overhead, they couldn't really do anything about it. Life went on. Which meant school for some, and work for most including her. She resigned herself to focusing on something totally trivial, and, nursing a strong coffee in her hands, she started her laptop. Let's get this over with. Researching and writing and researching again, she was working at record speed, and managed to accumulate enough raw material to work with for all the rest of the article. By the end of the day, all she had left to do was to edit it to actually be readable and reach her standards for giving a piece of her writing out. It also left her exhausted, so after making some steamed potatoes for dinner, she collapsed on her bed. The day after went much the same way, with more of her usual routine bleeding back into it. The news forums and news channel were under scheduled maintenance, so there wasn't much else she could do today anyways. By noon, she had her whole piece out and ready, and sent it to their editor, who, also in record speed, replied back that it was good enough. Mostly because everyone would be buying the magazine for the article on aliens. Figures. She made a quick sandwich and turned back on the news channel, just in time for the reporter to say that they were back. They said that there wasn't much progression since last time they were on, and were beginning to lose hope in finding a way to communicate with- The line cut there as her TV blacked out. It seemed like the electricity was cut suddenly. She was preparing to go ask her landlady what was happening, when the street outside lit up like snow did on a sunny day in winter. Holograms began appearing all over the street, looking somewhat humanoid and bipedal, but with vibrant skin and hair colours and facial features she just couldn't explain if anyone asked her. It was like things were in the wrong places, and they varied from face to face. They also had strange midsections, which she wouldn't be surprised if they held unfamiliar organs as well. There was a slit on their shoulders, which opened and seemed to blow something out. Soon, she was losing consciousness. The last thing she saw before complete darkness was an appendage scooping her up from her couch.
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Consistency: 08/26/2022
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Tea Huice
Aug 27, 2022
Word count: 600+ And so, adrenaline kept the world awake. Emily too, after many failed attempts had resigned herself to not even trying to sleep anymore. She made herself a coffee, clicked her night lamp on - and then her bigger one, cause it made her feel safer - and waited. Her melatonin and adrenaline addled mind made her hypersensitive to sound pretty soon though, so she muted the news while still keeping it running. Then she facepalmed for not thinking of checking up on her friends and family sooner. She called her mom. "Emily?" "Hey mom. Are you ok?" "Yes, I am. This was so sudden though... you be careful out there, I've seen some experts say that there might be war soon and our economy will collapse, and some of them are professors!" "Yeah, ok mom. Have you heard from dad?" "Yes I just called him 5 minutes ago, he's fine." "Alright. Bye mom, be careful!" "You too Emmy!" She put the phone down. After all this time, her mom still called her Emmy... Sigh. She called her sister. It rang a few times before she picked it up. "Hey Em." "Hey Am," she said, short for Amelia. "How are things in America?" "Everyone is frantic, the older generation is treating this like another COVID-19 and are stocking up on daily necessities to prepare for quarantine or whatever it is they think will happen. I'm a bit busy too, with all this. We don't know more than anyone else either. Are things ok over there?" "Well... I suppose it's similar to what you said, but more people seem to be inside 'cause it's nighttime here. Call me later?" "Of course! I've gotta go now, there are wayy too many people calling in here with questions." "Ok, bye Am!" "Bye!" Beep beep. Amelia was working at a news agency as well, a much bigger one than Emily, so when things were busy, it was always the busiest there. Nevertheless, she sighed with relief when she was certain all of her family was safe. Her phone started ringing, which she picked up fast. "Hello?" "Emily!" "Flora! Are you ok?" "That's what I should be asking! Why didn't you pick up sooner??" "Oh, I-" she looked at her phone, seeing she missed 3 calls, "I was calling my family. Is yours ok?" "Yeah yeah they're as fine as fine can be, now. Are you okay? I know you and you always worry too much!" "I'm... yeah I'm good." "You haven't slept at all, have you?" "Uh... no. Have you?" "That's not the point! You gotta take better care of yourself, you hear me?" "I hear you, so stop shouting- are you watching the news too?" "In the other room, yeah, why? Is there anything new?" "Yeah. I'll put you down so I can listen." "Yeah alright, send me a message later okay?" "I will." "Bye then." Emily turned the volume higher. "...and, as you can see, we've been receiving messages like this for the past ten minutes. The aliens seem to be attempting a form of communication, which we have been able to translate as 'we are not your enemies, but you are in danger, let us help you', quite a mystifying claim. Our linguists and scientists are attempting to find a way to establish a two-way line of communication..." Now that there was some public information, the forums were in a frenzy as well. With all the uncertainty, ALIENS, fear and apprehension, speculations, the yesterday where she had been writing her articles felt like it was ages ago. And soon, all of humanity's way of life would be nothing but ancient history.
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Consistency: 08/25/2022
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Tea Huice
Aug 26, 2022
Lingering in the air is a post-summer haze, covering the pavement with the cars, the trees that throw long shades, the neighbour who's going out to buy some milk in the afternoon, the flowers that slowly lose their luster to soon bear fruit. Long days come still, though we know they're the last ones, they aren't much different still to the ones before them. Daydreamers daydream away, right until that very last moment on 31st August, when they'll be forced to face that the next day summer closes its curtains. Because no matter how much we try to stall, autumn will come, holidays will end when work and school knock on the door. The flowers will wither, the skies will turn grey from all the clouds that bring plants some well-deserved rain after many dry and hot months of heat. The temperatures will go down slowly, with September bringing back some of that lingering summer, but will eventually plummet with all the rain, wind and longer nights. That's right, longer nights - no more of those warm summer afternoons when the sun stubbornly refuses to go down until 9 pm. But still, that summer lingers. It's what ripens the grapes, the pumpkins - the remainder of sunshine. It's what makes going back to those awful, awful constructs of society bearable, because in our memories stays a fulfilling, or at least restful, week or months. That lingering summer stays with us, walks with us right until winter comes, and with it the sunless skies. Well, that's okay though. Another summer will come soon.
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Consistency: 08/24/2022
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Tea Huice
Aug 25, 2022
WC: 920 words As the sun rose, so did Emily, yawning large and resisting the temptation to go back to sleep. She forced herself to go through her morning routine before plopping down on her couch with a mug of coffee, and started up her laptop which sat on the coffee table in front of her. While waiting for her operating system to start up (Windows 8), she turned on the news for some background noise. She usually turned it on at noon and at night, just to get a large picture of what was going on in the world around her. This morning there didn't seem to be anything major happening, aside from a car accident in the next city over. Finally, her laptop was ready, so she turned off the news. It had a white casing, which she decorated with some stickers to make it more personal (and cute). Her main job was to write articles for a somewhat known online newspaper, about various topics. Her section was usually about the history of certain buildings or monuments, which she liked because it was pretty straightforward. They typically released once every week, and let her work from home; she felt really lucky to have landed this job. She set to researching one for the next issue. Last time, she wrote about the Colosseum in Rome which was built in the first century, and before that she introduced the Machu Picchu in Peru. Hmm. She decided to write about asian architecture this week. Japanese shrines have always been a popular topic - the Fushimi Inari Shrine, a shrine dedicated to the shinto god of rice, seemed like a good candidate. As time passed, she almost didn't notice it was time for lunch. She shut the lid of her PC and stood up to cook some pasta in her kitchen. She was by no means a master chef, but she knew some basic recipes like tomato pasta, or sunny side up eggs. She felt in the zone today, in a good way. She almost had enough material to finish up the first topic of her article, so she ended up not tuning her TV to the news. Her articles usually considered 4-5 ways of approaching any material, the finished piece usually taking up 2 pages in the newspaper. After finishing her meal she hurried to finish her remaining work, pausing only to drink water and once to open the window. No productivity without hydration and oxygen, her teacher used to say. By the time she finished, it was already past 3pm. She was starting to feel a bit cramped, having sat all day, so she prepared to go out for a short walk and take care of shopping for the week. She usually went once every week to get some fruit and vegetables, and fill up on grains if she was running low. On the streets there were some stragglers, not actually typical of a Monday afternoon. There were usually students littering the walkways who were returning home from school, as well as some adults returning early from work. She found it strange, but didn't think much of it. Not until the sun was shaded by something. She looked up expecting to see clouds, but instead there was a GIANT SPACESHIP. That's right. Don't panic, she thought to herself. They weren't likely to notice her from billions of other people. She can still do her shopping. If she was in her right mind, she would have fled back to her apartment, but instead she decided to take a risk against something unknown. She only realised this in hindsight. But, fortunately, nothing happened. She bought apples, pears, and grapes, a pack of peanuts, some parsley and onions, a frozen vegetable mix, some rice 'cause she was running low, and a few bars of dark chocolate. Thinking of the unknown looming overhead, she also decided to buy a kilo of bread, cheese, tomatoes, and a bunch of protein bars. Sandwiches and bars were easy to carry around. She considered buying water as well, but she would already be weighed down by everything else she bought. She had some empty plastic bottles at home which she resolved to fill with tap water as soon as she could, since tap water was drinkable in her area. After leaving the store, the large spacecraft was still hovering somewhere overhead, over the clouds but at least a 100 times larger than what man made airplanes looked like from down there. She forced herself not to walk in the shadows or look over her shoulder every 2 seconds paranoidly, and almost jogged on her way back, making the route in half her usual time. She dropped her baggage, locked her door, and set to filling up her empty bottles. She only had 5 1.5 litre and 4 0.5 litre ones, which didn't seem like enough long term - she'd need water for other things than drinking after all. She filled her pots and the one bucket she had at home. Satisfied, she turned her TV on while putting her groceries in the refrigerator, only paying a portion of her attention to the latter. "...the spaceship is still at the same place as it has been for the past hour, their intentions are unknown. The government is currently attempting to create a line of communication, with no success so far..." Emily gulped. What's gonna happen now? As the residents of Earth held their breath, the sun set, putting an end to daytime...
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Consistency: 08/23/2022
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Tea Huice
Aug 24, 2022
I really love this
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Consistency: 08/22/2022
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Tea Huice
Aug 23, 2022
Each year, we get a new big calendar to hang, and, out of habit - or should I say personal tradition? - I buy another one, small and paper, where I can - or could - write things in it, mark the events that are going to be important that year. This had started when I was very small - 9 to11 years old or so. I wanted to have my very own little calendar, because I thought it would be amazing to mark the birthdays of my friends instead of my mom's friends, put events down that I thought were important and draw little icons to make them visual. Most importantly, to leave the boring adult things out that my mom always wrote every month. Blurgh. So, I got my first small calendar. In the beginning, I put more effort into following along, but even then there were a lot of empty periods where I was too lazy to do so or just forgot. What to do, my little self thought. I know!, she thought. I'll just draw over the empty spaces, she thought. And so, from around the time when I actually could draw more than stick figures - before 11 I always just scraped by on arts class, getting 4's and 3's - I decided to fill my calendars with colourful squibbles. Now, now, you may be thinking: won't the lines in a calendar make drawings harder to see? That's right. Didn't bother me one bit though. Plus, if I wanted that extra visibility, I could always just draw on the plain paper back of each page. Which I did. My calendars from when I was 11 and 12 are the most colourful, so I've kept them safely tucked away in a corner of my room. There was also one specific year, when it wasn't only drawings that made it to the pages. I think I was 14 when I had a hobby of writing small snippets of stories, inspired mostly by anime and other stories, when I found myself without my usual notebook and only with my calendar. So what did I do? I wrote on the calendar instead. With a pencil. I can barely read it now. Funnily enough, some years ago I found a manga online which had an extremely similar plot to my calendar-story - it was released years later, so there was no way my subconscious could've taken it from there, but still a fun fact. So that's my story! My calendar-obsessed self has died down, and I barely write in them anymore, but I still buy one every year; it just feels incomplete without them. In my research I have also discovered that certain calendars can be used more than once, if you live to see the year. There's an online calculator if you're interested. Moral of the story: if you thought of it, you might want to put it out there before someone else does. DON'T write it in pencil. Please don't hoard calendars like me. If you have one just write in it please, or the calendar will be very sad. The sky isn't always blue.
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Consistency: 08/21/2022
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Tea Huice
Aug 22, 2022
A long line stretches across like a linear puzzle. You take a piece. It's a birthday, with young laughing faces, happiness radiating from it. When the candle is blown, a wish is made. You put the piece back where you took it from. Nostalgia fills you as you remember your own birthdays when you were small, which must've been quite like this one. You walk forward, and take a new piece. It's the first day of school, the children take seats nervously. The teachers introduce themselves, and point out the little heart stickers on the left side of everyone's desks. It's there to show which side is your left one, the side your heart is on. The first lesson is learning how to make squiggly lines on paper, which will be the base for learning to draw letters. You put the piece back. It's been so long since your first day of school that you can't even remember it anymore. You imagine it must've been similar, though not quite the same. You walk longer this time to take a piece. It's a memory of an argument at home, about how to behave. The reprimanding side is very heated, and the child can't help but let a tear escape. It's not a pretty scene. You put the piece back before it ends, opting for some discretion. You move along. The next piece is seen through fuzzy lenses, where the world lights up whenever a certain person passes by. Must be a first love then. Of course, you know better than that now... you hope. You put the piece back and walk parallel to the line. The line, after a short period of pinkness turns into a heavy dark grey, almost black, with many places where it almost breaks. You decide not to look at any memories there. Eventually, the colour brightens into a murky white. You take a piece. It's an ordinary day, where many, small things are done. It seems rather peaceful. You put the piece back with some relief at knowing things got better for this person. Somewhere a bit farther away, you see a strange phenomenon, where the colour mixes with another one and slowly incorporates it into itself. You take one from somewhere in the middle. You find a restaurant with two people. One of them is constantly blushing, while the other seems nervous as well (they're also blushing). Soon enough, a ring appears, with one side kneeling and offering it to the other. The one being asked covers their face (it shouldn't be possible for someone to blush more but they somehow manage to get redder and redder) and says something. It must've been a yes judging from the happiness of the one who confessed. You put the piece back. Later on, you pass by many memories: moving in together, expecting a child, the birth of said child, and later another, happy memories from home, a beach, smiling faces all around. Then suddenly the line becomes translucent. You stop, surprised. How can a line like that just... lose colour? You backtrack your steps, and take a look at the last memory with colour. It's about the same person it has been about all along. They go to work, talk to their coworkers, all around just busy themselves with work... and then they black out. Later, for a short period of time, they regain their hearing and hear someone say: "...comatose....we don't know.... when.... for 3 months already..." And then everything fades into black. You put the memory back. You look at the long, long line, which stretches far beyond the horizon. A thought occurs to you. Or, more specifically, an object. The same ring that was in the memories. You remember buying it in a small shop in the next town, anxiously vacillating between 3 choices. It dawns on you that you're the person those memories belong to. You feel the need to open your eyes and look around. And so you do. At first, nobody notices. There are quite a number of people around you; young, old, men, women... You recognise one of them. An older woman, with more wrinkles, greyer hair than you remember, but you could never forget those eyes. "Anna..." you manage to say. The woman, and everyone else snaps up from their melancholy daze to look at you. A half second of shock comes, eyes widening a millisecond, before warm arms wrap around you. And you feel safe and warm in her embrace, glad to be back.
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Consistency: 08/20/2022
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Tea Huice
Aug 21, 2022
Word count: 250, but if it's a few short just add another nevermore or 10 --- Nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore nevermore never again. --- Thank you.
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Consistency: 08/19/2022
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Consistency: 08/19/2022
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Tea Huice
Aug 20, 2022
I love this so much
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Consistency: 08/16/2022
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Tea Huice
Aug 17, 2022
The truth... I want to say it... I'm so tired. "Hey! Long time no see! How are you?" "Oh, hey hey." I smile at seeing my old acquaintance. "Not much I suppose. I've been doing well, especially since..." "Oh? Did you get a girlfriend? Haha, I knew you'd get a girl!" He said, laughing and slapping my shoulder in a friendly gesture. I laughed and reciprocated the shoulder slap, being a bit more forceful. "Ouch ouch, stop it, pfft! It's alright, I won't tell anyone. Hey hey: do you remember my girlfriend Becca?" "Sure, you got on really well in college. Are you still together then?" "More than that! Last week, I proposed to her." He said, excited gleam in his eyes. "Did she say yes?" "YES SHE DID!" He said, almost jumping in his seat. "That's amazing! When's the wedding?" "We're planning it right now, but probably next month." A serious look crossed his eyes. "I want you to be my best man." No. "Yes." "I knew you'd be there! Thanks man, it means a lot to me. I'm so sorry, but I promised Becca we'd go to this new movie's premiere, and it's starting soon. I need to go. Be good!" "Will do!" He ran off to the cinema. Best man? Me? I suppose that'd make sense. I've been acting pretty friendly... This means a lot to him, I'll be there for sure. I'm just afraid. If they only knew... "Hey! How've you been?" I turn to see a former professor I used to be close with. I school my expression. "I've been well, professor. Maybe too well, if you know what I mean." I grinned a bit. "Hahaha, yeah, yeah, I get the feeling. When things go so well it's hard to believe it, but that's really good." A moment of silence passed between us. "I was wondering if you'd be interested in a little outing of mine. I'm inviting my past students to a barbecue night next month." "Sure! Sounds like fun!" "I'll email you the details later, then. How have you been otherwise, though? How's your job?" "It's fine, a bit boring though. But it's not bad at all, and some days I enjoy it a lot!" I said with a genuine-looking grin. "That's great that's great! You're still the same as ever I see, getting giddy at the smallest things." "Can't change that, prof." "For sure. We've had a nice chat, let's meet up again sometime!" "Yeah, let's! Have a good day professor!" "You too, gqwifzaue!" I smiled. The professor drifted away with the crowd. Lately, my name doesn't quite feel like mine. Whenever I hear it, it's like I'm not hearing it at all. "Oh, hey!" I turn to see a female underclassman I've been close to during my years in college. She should be graduating this semester. I smile. "Hey Layla. How've you been?" "Good I guess, but the assignments are killing me! The professors know it's our last year, can't they go a bit easier on us? And I've still got my dissertation to work on, and all those deadlines..." "You worry too much. And, if you really wanted to be on time you could've started sooner couldn't you?" "Ugh, I hate how you're always right." She said sulkily. I laughed teasingly. "Have you got a boyfriend yet?" "A b-boyf-" she blushed heavily. "W-why? Don't you have a girlfriend?" "Well, yeah. Just curious." "W-well... There's this guy in my group... we haven't spoken much to each other before, but he's kinda cute... and gentle... and kind..." "You're head over heels then." I chuckled. "Th-that's not-... well, maybe..." I widened my eyes and smiled. "Good for you then!" "I-I..." she sputtered like she forgot how to speak. "I-I'll... I'll see you later!" She said as she ran off. I sighed. Well, she seems to be doing well, so that's great. I'm getting a bit tired. Time to go home. And as I open the door to my bare apartment with no one but me for company, I fall on my bed and drift off to sleep. ------ I tried writing about chronic lying, but I'm not sure it got across so I'm just leaving this note here
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Tea Huice
Aug 16, 2022
Do you think it's possible to have seasonal memories? I do. What I mean is those feelings, thoughts, events and people that you met in a certain month or season. And as the season comes back the next year around, so do those memories. It's the way we think of ice cream, heat, beaches and the sea or your local lake. Or maybe for you it's festivals, hanging out with friends all summer, walking or cycling kilometres in the city or a mountain or around a lake. Or maybe it's the long family vacations, going abroad and such, memories of countries afar. Maybe it's something else. It's that taste of lemonade you had with your first love at the river's pier, or the pie your grandma used to make when you visited her every summer. Or it could just be those long hours of working at a summer job to get money for the parties every day or every weekend. Autumn is cooler. Memories of all the ways school started, greeting friends for the first time in months, weeks or days, a slow trickle of homework invading the carefree everydays. Halloween comes to pass, and if you were trick-or-treating as children you may taste candy in your mouth that day. The leaves get yellow then darken, falling down to create heaps of dry leaves on the ground, which we used to jump on and kick around as kids. Harvest comes, bowls of grapes and pumpkins and grains. The animals prepare for winter. I celebrate my birthday. As does my sister. Soon, winter knocks on the door, bring with him cold, grey clouds, long nights, seldom snow. My memories of winter are really just memories, of making snow angels on the ground, snowmen, trudging through the thick white covers, and... well, I wasn't actually into snowball fights, so not those. December brings Christmas first and foremost, then the end of first term. Families come together, and so do ours, to wish well, but mostly to talk and give presents. But, before Christmas, Santa comes. I know, I know, it's not very englisj, but it's not supposed to be. Santa comes much earlier here to bring chocolate, peanuts and tangerines to all the good kids. The bad kids get coal or black rod, which is supposedly used by the Krampuses to punish the bad kids. After Santa and befor Christmas, my parents celebrate their birthdays. My father on the day Santa comes. After Christmas and the winter break, school resumes with renewed momentum, which should be a crime honestly, it's such a bummer every year. Was. Let's not forget about New Year, with the fireworks and champagne, and all the vows we don't keep, and the calendar moving a digit forward. I don't remember when the Chinese New Year is, but that must be pretty significant for many people. February brings faded memories of masquerade balls held by us children, a traditional holiday here but no longer something we do as teens/young adults/adults. And, I suppose, Valentine's Day is also in February... that one's probably different for everyone. March comes marching, and so does my other sister's birthday with it, at the very beginning. Promises of a warmer weather, brighter skies and blooming flowers come, but at first it's all just sprouts and buds. Some people do spring cleaning. Easter can be the foods on the dinner table, of eggs and ham and bread and salad, or the chocolate eggs we so loved when we were little. Some people I heard, are doing Ramadan around May. I'm mentioning it despite it not affecting me because... because it effected me indirectly, I have memories of friends online who were doing it, and I think it's important. And so June comes, with it summer and the end of school. Goodbyes and byes, and setting up dates for meeting each other. We've come a full circle around. I hope you've had a good ride this year, because many more will follow, and so will these memories...
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Tea Huice
Aug 15, 2022
Once, the universe was born. And then, life has truly begun. At first it was the big and the monstrous who dominated the land, making others submit through brute force. Then, their inevitable demise came, in the form of a force of an entirely different caliber. One could say it was nature's deus ex machina. Really, who's to say history wasn't written by an author anyway? I mean, sure, of course it was, by many different recorders of history, but the earliest things, the ones no one could have witnessed, much less wrote about it… Doesn't it seem like someone was pulling some universal strings? The chances of humans coming out on top was infinitesimal, not being much different than other medium-sized mammals. And yet… and yet, somehow the most powerful species - dinosaurs, mammoths, saber tooth tigers - have all been erased from Earth's surface. Had it all been just by chance? A meteor, an Ice Age, bipedal mammals developing bigger brains instead of, say, lions or tigers. The early humans were just one of many species who were at a disadvantage in the world; it could've just as easily been, say, fish who develop different mental skills from before. Imagine, in a world where the surface is covered by so much water, which glides through lands across the continents as well, it might have been an even more prosperous world than now. If you could call the world prosperous with wars, poverty, environmental problems and all that prosperous. And yet, it was us humans. For some reason. Most likely chance, in my opinion. Or a huge deus ex machina. Who really knows?
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