One Thousand Word Challenge 64: Tower of Your own Duck

Sometimes you just want to climb and ascend a staircase of the tower of your own duck, and who really can say no to that? Who can stop you from doing so? Certainly not me.

So picture this: There is a tower and the tower has a staircase and this is the tower of your duck. You don’t know how or why you have possession of a duck and it does not matter. All you know is that you want to climb the staircase. You want to get to the top and see what is there. It’s probably the duck, to be honest. It’s not anything exciting, but don’t let that deter you from your quest of ascension.

This tower is of course somewhere in the wilderness. Perhaps it is in a forest and perhaps it is in a forest and next to a lake. It could be anywhere, really, so long as “anywhere” involves a body of water as ducks like water, or so I am told. You know it’s there and the tower is tall. If the tower was not tall then we would not be writing about it right now, now would we? Could be worse, I suppose. Could be a reverse tower and instead of ascending you’re descending. Could also be in an incredibly dry desert, such as Antarctica. But that of course would pose other problems, so it is not. The location is idyllic and the tower is tall, and you know that it is the tower of your duck. No anyone’s duck; yours and only yours.

So it’s nice and all woodland-like (unless it is not woodland-like, of course) and it all seems peaceful and that is due to it being peaceful and not actually a time of war. Needs to stick to the image. We’re not setting up the illusion of hypocrisy here; nor are we setting up the illusion of peace. It is actually peaceful. You’ve got everything that you need to get done done and so therefore there’s nothing else for you to do. You’ve time to relax at the moment. Could be for a good few hours. Might be days, even. You don’t know and it does not matter at the present moment. This is a good thing as now you’re mind is off of things. Do you relax? For some reason, the answer is no. For some reason the sense of curiosity within your very existence is sending you off to this tower to ascend the staircase. You want to get to the top and see what is there. Of course on other days you’ve wanted to, but not enough to drop everything that you’d normally be doing and so you’ve just gotten on with all the doing the living that you need to do on a daily basis, as well as the other recreational activities that keep you busy.

I guess you could say that the walk to the tower is a recreational activity that is keeping you busy. Also helps you stay fit and all that other stuff. Also, going upstairs is almost free exercise. It also allows you to appreciate the architecture of the structure in which you just so happen to be as you go up the stairs. However, you’re appreciating it from a practical and pragmatic perceptive. The building is sturdy and well-designed. It is not something ornate or artistic. It does look interesting from the outside, but that’s about it. Still, appreciating the fact that people built it well (assuming that it was people who built it and not some sort of magical creature) is a form of appreciation in and of itself… I think. However, I digress… or do I?

Anyway, you get to the tower and realise that the door of the front variety is locked. However, you have a key. That’s good as it means you can enter the tower of your duck, and so you do enter and then you’re in. You’re inside the tower. Amaaaaaaazing.

The tower is a lot cleaner than you imagined. As far as you’re aware, the tower has not been used for anything for a long time, if anything at all. Sometimes that is the way it goes. Then you remember that there is someone who is a tower cleaning specialist and so they probably have a key and keep the place clean so that on the off chance that someone goes in for whatever reason, they at least don’t have to contend with a largesse of dust and filth.

So anyway, you’re now in the tower and it is quite tower-like. You start going up the stairs as they’re there, available for the act of ascending and going up them. They are there to make traversal to certain locations easier and more convenient through by the act of making the traversal possible. You go up. You start ascending.

Whilst conducting the act of ascension, you take the time to appreciate the architectural work as now you can as it is the present of the current situation and thus in said situation you can do the thing that involves the appreciation. It’s something you’re doing and then it is done. Completed. You pick the pace back up.

There are some rooms along the way and you check them out. They’re just rooms; empty and nigh-pristine. Excellent work on display.

Eventually you reach the top of the tower. By the top I mean the final room. The door is closed. You think about opening it, if only for a moment, but in that moment you think many things. There was no hesitation before, so why now? Maybe it’s some sort of final frontier that you’re not entirely certain you want to cross. You don’t know as to what is on the other side. Maybe there’s nothing.

You think you hear a quack, firm and confident, though maybe you imagined it.

The thought passes, you firmly turn the doorknob and, with conviction, you open the door.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 13:49:41

I don’t know if I set out to write anything in particular. I’m not sure where this writing came from.

Probably should not have switched from using “staircase” to “stairs”, but it happened.

I think this mostly flows well, but is a little too silly. Maybe it’s the right amount of silliness. Not sure.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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