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.
Last Edit: Nov 16, 2021 13:42:51 GMT -6 by garden: changed "shocked" to "disarmed"
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.
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.
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.
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.
Last Edit: Nov 19, 2021 14:40:02 GMT -6 by Mazulla
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.”
pelwrath: Okay, looked the gentleman up and lightning did indeed hit the same tree twice.
Nov 22, 2023 18:37:24 GMT -6
pelwrath: Well my 100 word submission is posted.
Nov 23, 2023 19:14:31 GMT -6
RAVENEYE: Well, if lightning don't hit the third time, I'm tossing those first two novels into the bin cuz they're useless without the ending. Caulder Melhaire - I'll hand you the sledgehammer...
Nov 27, 2023 12:17:06 GMT -6
pelwrath: I exist in the writing world! My first 2 star review, posted in boasting thread.
Nov 27, 2023 12:41:03 GMT -6
Alatariel: Oh man, good job taking it in stride.
Nov 27, 2023 19:37:05 GMT -6
pelwrath: Only way to take it and I’ve had practice here as well.
Nov 27, 2023 21:26:07 GMT -6
pelwrath: another 100 word story posted.
Nov 29, 2023 10:02:02 GMT -6
pelwrath: Oh, did it on my phone.
Nov 29, 2023 10:33:36 GMT -6
RAVENEYE: Desperately brainstorming "snowfall" before my niece comes over for the weekend...
Dec 1, 2023 10:24:29 GMT -6
pelwrath: Excellent submission Mazzula
Dec 2, 2023 17:57:14 GMT -6
Mazulla: Thank you, Pel! Really like yours as well.
Dec 3, 2023 12:17:28 GMT -6
RAVENEYE: Dang it, I didn't get my snowfall entry written in time. Ugh, what an exhausting weekend. Either my niece's costume project seriously wore me out, or I was fighting off a germ. Maybe both?
Dec 5, 2023 13:51:47 GMT -6
Caulder Melhaire: Dagnabit, but I forgot to update the dang thing! Two days in a row I set a reminder and both days got distracted by recruiters
Dec 5, 2023 14:51:47 GMT -6
Caulder Melhaire: Welp. Lucky y'all, we're just gonna extend snowfall by one more rest of the week
Dec 5, 2023 14:52:11 GMT -6
whaleworkforfood: Congrats to Ala and Scintilla for finishing NaNoWriMo!
Dec 5, 2023 21:39:11 GMT -6
Alatariel: Thanks!! And my bragging moment: This weekend I met ALL the Hobbits (Elijah Wood, Sean Astin, Dominic Monaghan, and Billy Boyd) plus a separate one-on-one meeting with my favorite actor, Elijah Wood, and his autograph. Went to the LA ComicCon. AMAZING.
Dec 6, 2023 11:10:40 GMT -6
RAVENEYE: Ala! I'm hyperventilating!!!!! Send me pictures!!!!!! I want all the details, omigosh.
Dec 6, 2023 11:14:38 GMT -6
RAVENEYE: You ticket included and literal one-on-one????? Aaaaaahhhhh!!!!
Dec 6, 2023 11:15:49 GMT -6