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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Nov 15, 2021 17:45:39 GMT -6
This Weeks Prompt: Clocktower
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Post by garden on Nov 16, 2021 13:42:12 GMT -6
I fell and split my knee in London, right by the Big Ben. I was staring at it from far away, I stopped paying attention to where I was going. Movies where people climb around inside it played in my head, although I couldn't remember their titles. I imagine it could give you quite the migraine. Something about the clock drew me forth. I had stepped awkwardly into the street from the sidewalk, misjudging its height. What a fool I felt, looking up and standing again. I cringed at my mistake and wandered closer, disarmed by the clocktower's intense effect.
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Post by FoxxGlove on Nov 17, 2021 14:49:12 GMT -6
Aspiration
The moon plays hide-and-seek between the clouds. The footfalls that pursue me along the passageway carpeted with rain-sodden leaves are subdued yet deliberate. They quicken as I quicken. They tarry as I tarry.
I glance behind. The silhouette close on my heels is tall, gaunt and yet exhibits a distinguished air. With an intake of breath, I shelter within the subtle safety of the shadows.
Blood bubbles in his throat as I relieve him of his valuables.
Chimes echo from the clocktower and the hour is still early. With a little luck, I may well surpass my long-standing nightly tally.
Three down...two to go.
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Post by RAVENEYE on Nov 17, 2021 18:51:23 GMT -6
Father Time
He is tired of counting the seconds, all of them filled with grief. Hnh, humans. Wretched squanderers of time. Not in laziness so much as in abuse of one another. Hatred, loud or subtle. Violence, by degrees or all at once.
He ascends his clocktower. The well-oiled mechanism ticks out the ages; bronze hands circle the ancient face, marking their passing. The ticking reverberates in his bones and blood. It is breath to him. He reaches for the lever, anticipating the final silence.
A sparrow settles in the rafters, regards him with cocked head.
He smiles and stays his hand.
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Post by ScintillaMyntan on Nov 17, 2021 19:44:47 GMT -6
The coconut zone
“No!” I sprinted towards the fenced-off area, but the man was too far to hear, or maybe he spoke another language. After all, only a foreigner would take some fast food and clamber over the fencing for a picnic.
But even a foreigner should’ve known. The tower is our most famous attraction: the great column of stonework with twelve prolific palm trees at the top, a marvel both of modern engineering and modern sorcery. Each hour, a bewitched tree drops a coconut on the pavement below.
I nearly tripped checking my watch mid-run. It was two minutes to the hour.
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Post by Mazulla on Nov 19, 2021 8:48:22 GMT -6
Memento Mori
Out of the haze, the clocktower loomed above the surrounding buildings. The centerpiece of my dreams and the source of my lifelong battle with insomnia. Its ticking echoed across to me, as loud as if I were standing beside it. Louder than ever before. I realized that, where buildings were once immaculate, they had become decrepit, run-down. I glanced up to the clock's face, where a crack was forming. The ticking slowed. Glass ruptured. Mechanical inner-workings halted shrilly. Panic and realization struck me. Until now, I had been desperate to stop it from haunting my dreams. My body grew cold. |
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Post by pelwrath on Nov 19, 2021 9:44:36 GMT -6
She fidgeted with Walter’s birthday gift, a ladies platinum limited edition Clock Tower series IV. Not knowing how to tell her wife Betty, as she sat next to her.
“Chelsea, what brings you here, love.”
They shared a brief kiss.
“I took over this case. One of the victims is our Walter’s nephew.”
Betty was shocked and started crying.
“Oh lord! Walter has been part of our family for ten years now. How’s he doing?”
“Not well, but not that bad either.”
“I’ll drag him out for lunch later. They edited my report. It wasn’t three wolves, it was one.”
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Nov 21, 2021 11:00:02 GMT -6
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Nov 28, 2021 12:17:51 GMT -6
Way to go Mazulla! Have an extra 15 easy points for the victory |
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