Stories tagged “clock”
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The Syncopated Clock [pt 1]
The aging clockmaker set down his tools and glanced at one of his many watches. It didn’t matter if the timepiece ran forwards, backwards, side to side, or announced the time in Bangkok, they all told him the same thing: it was late. He stretched...
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Tick, Tock, Woman
tick, tock, tick, tock… The clock on my desk clacked away the seconds as I kept a wary eye out for my fellow employees. I brought it from home, something about the intrinsic comfort of a real time piece, a conceivable process ticking away as oppo...
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Creation and destruction
His eyes were crossed. The cold cylindrical corridor stared at His face. Air pooled around Him and cooled the sweat which seemed like a constant reminder of His life these days- something cold, putrid- something that is produced to help, but is only a ...
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Clock-Watching
Tick, tick, tick He sits in the centre of the kitchen, staring at the formica clock above the door, the bright white light of the flourescent tube casting harsh shadows on the wall, turning his skin a pale grey-yellow, a pallor of death. Tick, tick, ti...
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When the clock struck four... Part 2
It was unfortunate then, the remaining lumberjack’s friend was dead, and he was very, very angry. “Damn” he said as he swung his huge, blood covered axe blade at me. I dodged, but a drop of infected zombie baby blood got in my eye, it was not unt...
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When the clock struck four... Part 3
Again, predicting my fate, I opened my arms and flew away with my amazingly random growth of required bodily function mutation (ARGORBFM), this time, I grew a parachute on my head. Unfortunately, due to my sudden evolution into a zombie, my head detach...
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When the clock struck four... Part 4
Those on board welcomed me with a kind of ancient respect, as if they had known me forever. Of coarse they had not, as if they did, I must have been either alive for thousands of years, which I know I haven’t, or, that I was a messiah… The ...
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The Other Side Of The Story
beep…beep…beep…beep… The clock counts down. 1 month, 4 days, 11 hours, 44 minutes, 39. 1 month, 4 days, 11 hours, 44 minutes, 38. 1 month, 4 days, 11 hours, 44 minutes, 37…… The grinding of machinery is deafening to ...
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fritz & zooey reinvented
Zooey tried to remember the last time she showered as she finger combed stringy locks of dark hair absently while lounging on an emerald armchair. Her bedhead had given her a chameleon-like ability among her fellow unwashed wannabe-hipster neighbors. I...
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morning salutations
With a swift gesture, the lid was ripped ferociously away from the coffee canister. Grinds were measured with a bent spoon, poured and spilled thoughtlessly in all the wrong places until they finally were aimed into the filter. Zooey pushed the brew bu...
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the morning after
More banging and groaning persisted. The figure reemerged and made its way towards the armchair’s fellow, the bedsheets dragging slowly behind, picking up unswept patches of dust in its trail. “Morning Fritz, dear,” Zooey sang out che...
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The Ticking
Ticking. Ticking. Ticking. The ticking never ceased. Never ceased. Never ceased. He grabbed the clock. Grabbed the clock. Grabbed the clock. Thrust it down to the ground. Down to the ground. Down to the ground. It smashed into dozens of tiny fragments....
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1:59 AM
Erica’s necklace. That little turquoise nugget wedged in the center of all that copper and gold like it’s the middle of the fucking universe. Maybe it just looks like that because she’s wearing it. It hovers over my chest, and I watch...
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Mental Block
Sitting, pen twirling through fingers … Tap-a-tap-tapping on the scribbled desk below … Head in hands, hands on desk … Look up … Clock’s a-tick-ticking … Eyes blink-blink-blinking … Think-think-thinking …...
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Choice
Sitting on the beach, arms stretched out behind me for support, fingers squished in the sand as I stare out at the rolling waves and crashing ice-caps. The day is slowly becoming cloudy. I am alone. I stand up, uncertain, and gradually wander away from...
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12:28:37.12pm pt.2
Blake walked into the marketplace and glanced around nervously. It was here somewhere, he was sure. His earpiece crackled to life. “Have you found it?” “No, no, but I’m close, very close. It’s here somewhere, I can tell.” “Hurry, we’re ...
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12:28:37.12pm pt.3
Meneghel leisurely wandered into the marketplace, he had plenty of time. suitcase he was carrying must have weighed at least 60lbs, but to him it felt weightless. Meneghel started to think. Oh, how things had changed since the day, nearly six months ag...