New from the Audiosmiths!

First and only order of business:

After hours and hours of excruciating (read: 12 hours of splicing) work, there’s a new audio drama out on the channel, and we’d be seriously eternally grateful if you could give that a listen! And a like, but that’s not really necessary. XD Watch it here:

 

 

I tried to fix the editing, but like everything, this kinda thing gets better only with time and experience. So. Hope you like it! Also I put up a page where you can listen to previously released shows, so hopefully y’all are reading this on the actual blog and not on the dreadful reader. XD

And here’s the script if you’re interested. Actually please read it with the script. 😛 It’ll be much better.

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Script:

 

SFX: Chimes sound, the sea calls.

 

Narrator (in memory): He always walked with hat in hand, his gray hair was smoothly combed to his skull and drawn together behind in a queue- this must have been one of the last queues in Prague.

 

SFX: footsteps, dull rain.

 

Mr. Rybar (musing, happily): Zhaw, the sea! Why don’t we live by the sea!

 

Stranger (sighs) : This is a lovely chapel. And these stones!

 

Mr. Rybar (continues to muse): You know what I think? Here in Bohemia a shepherd throws a stone after his herd, and the stone is often worth more than the whole herd!

 

Stranger (taken aback): I beg your pardon?

 

Narrator (voiceover, laughing slightly): He never made any other observations to them. (serious, deep in thought) He would know about such stones. It was rumoured that Mr. Rybar was immensely rich, not in money, no, but in jewels. There were people who had seen them, square black boxes divided into squares. Every square held a jewel, gleaming. They said he had found and collected them all himself on Mount Kozak.

 

SFX: footsteps walking, people murmuring, street sounds.

 

Canon Fat Man 1 (loudly) : Indeed, France is pursuing liberty- fancy ever getting it!

 

Canon Smaller But Equally Fat Man 2: Is that even possible?

 

SFX: a person whistling, rustling.

 

Narrator (explanatory): Mr. Rybar would whistle whenever he spoke, and he loved to exchange friendly words with anyone.

 

Mr. Rybar (whistling, then clears throat): Zhaw, I hold with Rosenau!  Rosenau says:(tries to remember) Ah, Rosenau says, Liberty is like those rich foods and..potent wines, yes,I remember, wines on which strong natures that are used to them thrive and grow stronger, but which only debauch, intoxicate, and ruin, utter ruin! Feeble constitutions. Good day! (walks off)

 

SFX: footsteps, street noise

Canon Fat Man 1 (startled and confused):Uh, who’s this “Rosenau” he’s always talking about?

 

Canon Smaller But Equally Fat Man 2 (struggles to come up with something): a writer! Most probably a writer. I think.

 

Narrator (voiceover): (musing) I remember that sentence as the sum of entire higher wisdom! Yet later found that it was Rousseau, not Rosenau who had first uttered that esteemed quote. A pity that a slight printer’s error had mis led Mr. Rybar so. But he was good. A very good man!

 

SFX: street noise, louder, heavy footsteps.

 

Stranger (exclaims in surprise): Mr. Rybar’s marching down the hill!

 

SFX: slight crowd gasps

 

Mr. Herzl: Ah, he’s gone to show off his riches! Look, he holds a box full of his jewels!

 

Mr Vitous (laughs bitterly): Well, I declare! Things must be going bad for him, he’s going to sell his precious stones.

 

Mr. Herzl (accusingly): So says the only nearly bankrupt shopkeeper of Prague.

 

Mr. Vitous: Hpmh.

 

SFX: a bell rings, foot steps walk, and a door creaks.

 

Narrator 2: Mr. Rybar is at the professor Muhlwenzel,expert in geology.

 

Professor Muhlwenzel(laughs): Mr. Rybar! How good of you to come. Sit, sit! What can I do for you?

 

SFX: a box being placed on the table, someone sitting

 

Mr. Rybar (stammers): I should- I only- these things, about what would their value be? The jewels?

 

SFX: a rock being picked up.

 

Professor Muhlwenzel: Hm. (picks one up) This one is moldavite.

 

Mr. Rybar: (confused) What?

 

Professor Muhlwenzel: (as if it’s obvious) Moldavite.

 

Mr. Rybar:(pretends to know what it is) Zhaw, moldavite.

 

Professor Muhlwenzel: That would be a good item for our school collection, you know. They’re rather scarce now. You could sell it to us.

 

Mr. Rybar: (short laugh) Well, we’ll see about that. About how much?

 

Professor Muhlwenzel: (matter of factly) We could give you three zlatkas for it, in twenties.

 

At this, Mr. Rybar is shocked, and dismayed, throat tight.

 

Mr. Rybar: (shocked) Three zlatkas! (breath shaky) And the rest?

 

SFX: rocks being moved around.

 

Professor Muhlwenzel: Eh, chalcedony, jasper, amethyst, smoke-quartz.. There’s nothing of value here.

 

Mr. Rybar: (gasping) Zhaw, nothing of value..

 

Narrator: (sadly) he did not go out of the house again. Or to Bruska, or the ramparts. (regretfully) And it was such a beautiful day!

 

SFX: sea calling, winds chiming, door creaking.

 

Mr. Rybar: (to himself, bitterly) The sea- why have we no sea! (picks up box of rocks) (louder) Pebbles- just pebbles! (flings rocks through window)

 

SFX: rock being thrown, glass breaking, footsteps walking in)

 

Mr. Sajvl: (suddenly, amidst the stones being thrown) Uncle! Whatever are you doing?

 

SFX: a man sighing, door creaking

 

Mr. Sajvl: (gently) Uncle, surely you don’t want to throw out all those beautiful stones?

 

Mr. Rybar: (softly, sadly) They’re of no value- mere pebbles!

 

Mr. Sajvl: But they have a value all the same, for us and for you. You collected them all yourself, at the expense of a great deal of effort- Uncle, please leave them for my children. They’ll learn from them, you can explain all about them, and how you gathered them-

 

Mr. Rybar: (bitterly) But perhaps you were thinking that I was rich- and indeed, I thought-

 

Mr. Sajvl: (pleadingly) Uncle,do you think we’re not rich in you? My children would have no grandfather, my wife- fatherless! Surely you see how happy we are with you, you are our blessing around the house-

 

SFX: sudden footsteps, window being opened, air swooping through.

 

Mr. Rybar:(in tears) The sea! Why have we no sea?

 

Narrator: I won’t tell anymore. I can’t.

 

SFX: Chimes sound, then the sea calls.

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Hope you enjoyed! 😀

 

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HARPS Round 5 # 2! What Makes You Valuable

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Hi everyone! I’m back for my second entry of HARPS round 5, and because the topic is to type up encouraging posts for others to read, I think this next entry is important: what makes you valuable.

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A couple days ago, I was scrolling through pictures I had taken over the past few days. If you’re a wannabe amateur photographer like me, your camera’s SD card is full with various pictures. I skipped over the pictures with my face in them. As a rule, I like being on the other side of the lens; taking the picture, instead of being taken a picture of.

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If I’m honest with myself, I don’t think I’m pretty. Ha, me? The kid with the tangled hair and oily face, with broomsticks for arms and giant glasses? Nah. Leave that to the beautiful, cute as a ladybug kind of people, of which I am not a part of.  Definitely not picture material.

And I’ve told myself more than once that I’m fine with that.

So I have tried, and tried, and try to prove that I’m something in other ways; by what I do, by how strong I am or how smart, by good grades or a different style. I tell myself that maybe I’m not pretty, but if I’m _________ (fill in the blank) or I can do ________, that I will be valuable nonetheless.

Really, I need to stop all that.

Because what I do or how I look doesn’t define my value, my worth.

 

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Well, if my appearance and my skills and what little brainpower I have isn’t a measure of my value, what is?

Read carefully, friends: it all comes down to Jesus.

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Maybe you’re scoffing at those words, and maybe you’re confused, and most likely you’re both, but think on this, that Jesus gave His life to save you. To save all of us. Did Jesus save just the good-looking, the brainy, or all the “special people”?

No.

Jesus came to save each and every person in the world. Including you. You’re so valuable in God’s eyes that He sent Jesus to save you. That’s a deep, deep measure of worth.

And to me, far more important and far more precious than the world’s measures, which change with the flip of a switch.

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Trust me, this is a truth I must be reminded of daily, because if I keep my eyes off Jesus, and worry about myself instead, I will be lost.

And as for my camera’s pictures?

They’re still worth something.

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Points Calculator! 

  1. (3 points per post related to the HARPs Contest)  3 points!
  2.  (2 points per photo)  6 pictures, so 6(2)= 12 points!
  3. Completing Little Challenges (2 points)  If you caught the cute as a ladybug part, 2 points!
  4. Total: 3+ 12+ 2 = 17 points! Lookee! I just did some math!

 

Thanks for reading, and please, know that you are precious in God’s sight.