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Consistency: 08/07/2022
In Discord Challenges
BlueBug
Aug 08, 2022
599 words, cutting it so close
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Consistency: 08/07/2022
In Discord Challenges
BlueBug
Aug 08, 2022
The ancient clock ticked loudly on the verdant hill. A path climbed through water, stone and trees up to a small entry. Tick and Tack had taken the long journey through the landscape for one purpose: to set the time. Currently, Tick was comparing his smaller footprint to one on the door. A bag rested to the side. "But how can a footprint last five years?" "Does it matter? Let's just get this job done with." "How can you be this cold, Tack? We're repairing THE ancient clock! Millions of people rely on it to keep their time!" "So what? Good riddance. If I were not the only one with experience, I'd never have taken this one up." Tick took out a knife and tried to carve in his footprint. The knife made no dent. "What are you doing? That's Eemee you're trying to dent." Tick blankly stared at the knife, then realization sunk in. "The whole tower?" "Well, yes, that's the clock." "Woah, amazing!" Tick stared up and tried to see the top of the tower. He stumbled backwards; Tack caught him before he stumbled down the hill. Tack opened the door, then motioned at the sack. "Come." Tack, embarassed, took the sack and carried it inside. The light switched on. He almost dropped it when he saw how big it was on the inside. All the parts were an angry neon green flying around. The furious ticking of the clock echoed through the interior. Tick was uneasy; Tack showed no reaction. They climbed the stairs up to the main spring. It consisted of a tightly spun foil. On the bottom, jewels were bouncing. "Take it out and give the sack to me." Tick took out a green shimmering jewel, much like the other mechanical parts, and placed it in a case built in the pipe. It closed with a hiss, and sent the jewel down with the others. "Great, now we only need to make it tick faster." Tick fidgeted as they walked through the path connecting to the balance wheel. The ticking was getting louder, and transformed into more of a surring. Tack stared at Tick. Through their travels up till this point, Tack found Tick as easy to read as a clock. Obviously, Tick was burning with a question. Tack was simply unwilling to entertain — ah whatever. "What's your question." "What?" "What's your question. What's on your mind." "Oh, uh? We need to make the watch faster?" "Yeah." "Why?" "... The clock never breaks. It works, ticking at a constant rate. But they want more time in our day, so every five years they add an hour to the day." "That sounds stupid." Tack shrugged. Tick thought he understood a little why Tack was always this grumpy. They arrived at the balance wheel. Tack dumped the sack into a case built in the pipe. "What, that was the weight?" "Yeah." "That's funny." "It's very delicate. The ticking rate is a fraction of a second." Tick stayed quiet, feeling squeamish at the noise. Quietly they left. "What are you up to now?" Tick asked. "I'll just travel down the villages, make some easy money fixing their watches. You?" "I don't know, honestly. I've always wanted to see the inside of the ancient clock. I guess I'll go back and visit my family." "You could accompany me. We'd make a good team." Tick turned to Tack. "I thought you didn't like me." "I dislike everyone. You can do the talking, and I'll do the fixing. The smaller clocks are also interesting. What do you think?" "Hm, sounds fun."
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Consistency: 08/06/2022
In Discord Challenges
BlueBug
Aug 07, 2022
Historical context: *The actual shooter is unknown. We seriously don't know what side they were on. King Wilhelm at that time made a surprising amount of concessions. When he came out, he loudly proclaimed his want for a Germany (the nation didn't exist at that time, and has been surpressed by the aristocrats & royality of that time as it's used in the same vein as a more liberal nation). After the shooting he sent a lot of mixed messages, however. On one hand, he tried to clear up the misunderstanding. On the other hand, he didn't recall the troops. It's one of the bloodiest revolutions in Germany. The military retreated after a few days, and King Wilhelm willingly humiliated himself by taking his "hat" off before the dead that died in the barricade fight. Ultimately, King Wilhelm escaped to London like many others of his class. It's interesting to note that overall most of the liberal revolution happened "from the top" and not "from the bottom". It resulted in a constitutional monarchy, where citizens had political sway, but less than royality and aristocracy. It's hard to say if the shooting was actually helpful for the revolution or not. What inspired me to write this is the claims from King Wilhelm IV that the shots were fired by outsiders, and other attempts to shift the blame from himself. The idea that, well, his blame shifting was actually true, but still false to say, is what I found appealing. Considering that the military was led at lunch by a different person who thought more power to the peasants silly, and the many circumstances surrounding it, King Wilhelm probably isn't responsible for starting the barricade fights, but certainly responsible for lengthening them.
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Consistency: 08/06/2022
In Discord Challenges
BlueBug
Aug 07, 2022
18th May 1848, Berlin, Prussia. Jean was nibbling on a piece of bread, in vain hope that it would hold off hunger for longer. In the other hand, he was holding onto a straw bag. A metallic thing was peeking out. He was not too clear on what was happening in the palace square. A lot of people were gathered, and their murmurs were of mixed information. Some people, typically with only a few patches on their wool jacket and more full faces, discussed among themselves. King Wilhelm had listened and was willing to loosen the press censorship and pass a constitution, so they came to celebrate. But then other people would go through and loudly proclaim "If they shall reject the demonstration, they shall receive the revolution". Amid the masses, it was hard to tell who was unsatisfied with the changes and who didn't get the message. Jean was fairly sure some people just wanted to enjoy a spectacle. It reached midday, and the crowd grew more unruly. Dragoons were grouping on the square. King Wilhelm the Fourth stepped out. Jean saw King Wilhelm IV, Jean saw fat, Jean saw extravagance, the fat belly, the puffed up cheeks, the make up. So absorbed was he in his anger; King Wilhelm's declaration of Germany, the meaning behind red, gold and black, and the cheers of the people around him, all of it fell on deaf ears. Instead, Jean opened his straw sack, and spent the next few minutes setting it up. When he returned his attention, the crowd was ectastic. Screams were stacked on screams, people mixed with people, and the whole square was more a canopy of sound and colour than anything distinguishable. A glint under the sun—the glint of a sabre—in the hand of a few dragoons set Jean in panic. Did no one see? The brandished weapon? He needed to warn everyone. Quickly he unveiled his fusil dreyse, and shot at the ground. The crowd came to a still. No, you fools, run! He reloaded, shot again. If the canopy was bad, the following eruption was worse. Chaos and tumult; people of all classes reacted twoways. Some ran and created impromptu barricades. Others fought the dragoons head on. They fought back; the shouts of their superior was still muffled by the sheer amount of screaming. A piece of bread rolled in front of Jean. He picked it up and took a bite. It was so easy to start a revolution.
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Consistency: 08/06/2022
In Discord Challenges
BlueBug
Aug 06, 2022
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Consistency: 08/05/2022
In Discord Challenges
BlueBug
Aug 06, 2022
Hiishkri divined the green-blue crystals spread over the cave walls. Three of the six sides fell into shape. Iisli. Vhali. Ual. The insects of the crystal are nervous, explore the waterfall. Hiishkri stood up, readied himself for the day, and walked out with a skin bag in his hand. On the way he met Hulvri. Two small tusks went into a gleeful wrinkle when Hulvri spotted the skin bag. Hulvri walked in the way, "Out for the crystals again?" "Iis. Can you let me through." "You must be stupid as stone. They tell you nothing." "Let me through." Hulvri stepped to the side. "Don't go to the fall. Something kicked the insects up in a frenzy, wouldn't wanna be near it." Hiishkri ignored Hulvri and walked through the gate onto the plains. The plains were not completely flat. There was a slight slope that Hiishkri was fighting against. The animals are all in unrest. They swarm around and fly to the town. One of the animals, a cat-like entity, trampled over Hiishkri and he was sent flying. Coughing, Hiishkri went back to the village. "Told you so," muttered Hulvri, and carried Hiishkri on his back. Hiishkri was surprisingly light, but firm. It reminded Hulvri of hollow wood. He carried Hiishkri back to his home. When they walked through the door, Hiishkri jumped away from Hulvri with a cry, limped over to the crystals, and rearranged them. "These crystals are not going to help cure your wounds." "They give my wounds meaning," retorted Hiishkri. The crystals danced around, waves of silver and glitter. They much shone like the bottom of a clear river, gems and stone glistening in the sunlight, a hidden beauty just waiting to be seen by Hiishkri and Hulvri. But they were more than that; they carried their language throughout the waves of time. Iisli. Vhali. Ual. Riika. Tampiid. Hiishkri divined the green-blue crystals spread over the cave walls. Three of the six sides fell into shape. Iisli. Vhali. Ual. Riika. Tampiid. The insects of the crystal are nervous, explore the waterfall. This timeline, the plains have a stampede, go through the forest. Hiishkri stood up, readied himself for the day, and walked out with a skin bag in his hand. On the way he met Hulvri. Two small tusks went into a gleeful wrinkle when Hulvri spotted the skin bag. Hulvri walked in the way, "Out for the crystals again?" "Iis. Can you let me through." "You're going to the forest." "Iis." "Take care." Hiishkri walked into the forest. There was little vegetation in the way, mostly trees. It was eerily quiet. The animals, he realized, must all have gone for the plains. He walked in the gap between two cliffs and neared the waterfall. The insects were all mostly gone. Some insect corpses stayed behind. He inspected them, grabbed the insects and put them in his skin bag. Then slowly he made his way back. "Had a haul of crystals?" Hulvri grinned by the gate, two tusks formed in an arc. Hiishkri knocked the bag in response. Hulvri joined him on the way home. They entered through the entrance. A small alcove to the side revealed a stream of water. Hiishkri poured water into the skin bag, shook it around, and spilled the contents on the crystal room interior. The crystals popped out of the insect guts. "This timeline is nearing an end…" muttered Hiishkri, and rearranged the crystals. Iisli. Rhumi. Tampiid. Smkoli. Inhkri. Insects of the crystal are trampled and bitten through, animals are in un-rest. The timeline is smoke, water on steel. And then, the one at the ceiling. He needed to step on Hulvri's shoulders to reach the crystals. Yaml. Alive for sixty three days.
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Consistency: 08/03/2022
In Discord Challenges
Consistency: 08/02/2022
In Discord Challenges
BlueBug
Aug 02, 2022
Steps, the door creaked open, my mother peeked out. "It's time to go to sleep." I look up from my book. "Okay, let me finish this chapter." "Only this chapter," she warned, as if that ever helped. I read the chapter, brushed my teeth, and turned off the lights. My eyes were open, my ear pointed at the door. An uncertain amount of time passed. I still didn't feel safe, there was light shining through the door gap and key hole. My parents were still on and about. They typically rest a few hours later than me. This is the worst part. Just two or three hours, trying to stay awake. There is nothing to focus on except my thoughts. I thought of my school day today. The kids, nice as they were, we didn't really share much in common. None of them read like I did. Devouring. Books on books on books. The weekly visits to the asian supermarket, and the stop by the library. The weight of the groceries pale in comparison to the paper I borrowed. I thought of the book I just finished, about a boy who lost his memories and tries to get them back. My new favourite book, until I start the next one. Going by the cover, it's about a girl whose family hid away a secret from her: they were trolls. She explores the world using her powers. Somehow they all seem to be my age or older. I wonder why I don't read about people younger than me. The books where the characters are my age are in a different section of the library, for people younger than me. I thought of my family. I had my parents and a younger sister. She doesn't seem like she is too interested in reading. Actually, I am not sure what she is interested in. We don't talk much about what we are interested in. I could give her one of my books to read, and then we could talk about it. She comes home earlier from school than I do, so maybe I will talk to her in the afternoon. Oh I couldn't wait for tomorrow! I kicked the blankets—I was excited—but mostly thought about how boring and suffocating everything is. I sat up and put my feet down on the ground, toe-tips first. Carefully I waded my way through the room. Never will I step on a lego again. Slowly and quietly I opened the jalousies, and opened the window. The air outside was cool. I sat on my side of the window-bank, and looked down below. Milling about on the street, passants enjoyed the night time, their faces all covered and hidden by street light. From a distance there was the quiet roar of industries, never resting, never sleeping. When I played detective, I saw people enter and leave the fabric every full hour. In the far back, huddled away in a corner, hidden from light, someone sat on dirty asphalt. I preened my eyes. They had brown locks, and they were intently reading something. I couldn't recognize the word or the title from this distance, I could barely make out their figure to begin with, but that didn't matter. I wasn't expecting anyone to read at this time! I observed them, even tried to grab their attention, but they were too absorbed in the reading to notice me. Is this how I appear to others? I looked back to the door. The light was out. Quietly I made my way back to my bed. I grabbed one blanket, and stuffed it under the door so it covers the gap. Then, I felt for the sticker on the table. I left it in an upper corner, bedside. The smooth plastic felt great in my hand. I waded back to the door and carefully stuck it on the keyhole. I would have to remember to remove it when I am finished reading. I made my way back to the bed, grabbed my other blanket, and pulled it over my head. Only now did I grab the flashlight from under my bed and activate it. I finished the book—100 pages—and grabbed the next one. On the 200th page, I put it down with a sigh, removed the blanket, and shut the window. My parents had a very light sleep, and it was not unusual for them to randomly wake up in the middle of the night and check on me. I needed to wait another two hours, then I could read… for… I walked over to the door and stabbed into the sticker. The key could go through it again. Then, I opened the jalousies and stared outside. In front of the window, a figure was staring at my window. In their hand was a book. I waved. They waved back.
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Consistency : 08/01/2022
In Discord Challenges
BlueBug
Aug 01, 2022
Earth came to be, one of the trillions of planets in the wide universe. It was born fleeting and insignificant, a planet made of water and earth. Water enabled life, and life crawled on dirt. More than four milliard years after the birth of earth, Humans came to be, one of the many lifeforms on earth. Humans found fire, eradicated many lifeforms, and grew into larger communities. More than two-hundred-thousand years after the birth of humans, they worshipped the sun, as the giver of life, and built a society of prosperity. Less than five thousand years later, humans observed the sky and tried to make sense of the universe. As they explored space and looked further and further into the beginning of the universe, they made an astounding realization: the universe was born, and will eventually die. They sought a way out. First, away from the sun, set to die in around 7 billion years. Five hundred years later, humanity colonized Mars, the first interplanetary leap forward. To adapt to the developments, humanity killed tradition. Five thousand years later, humanity left the solar system, leaving behind earth. To survive the light years spent travelling, humans killed their need for sustenance. They no longer need food or water to live. More than seven milliard years after the birth of humans, the sun died. The earth died shortly after. Much like a water droplet fighting the Sahara, Earth fought against the sun, and evaporated thirty seconds later. No human watched. No human alive called earth home. Humans settled in space, running towards the centre of the universe as solar systems, asteroid belts and galaxies drifted further and further away. In their great fear, humans killed the concept of friends, family and home. A hundred trillion years after the death of earth, the universe reached maximum entrophy. Humans killed their existence.
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