The monochrome hare hopped easily over to the patch of grass, the final patch of grass.
The clocks were striking thirteen, but he was alone on it, alone on the final patch of grass.
The lights would go out when they struck fourteen. The waters would boil on the strike of fifteen. And when the doomsday clock struck sixteen, the air would quit the atmosphere.
People stood shaking in the shadows. Some ran, as if running further away from the clock would allow them to escape from the impending doom, from their impending death.
But no, the clock was too fast, its hands grabbing stragglers and biting them in two with its sharp teeth,
for finally the clockspiders had begun their terrible campaign for world domination and only one thing could stop them now...
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Consequences I : Utopia
HumorConsequences – the game where we write a short story by passing it around a table. Each person takes it in turns to write a line. To make it more interesting, they can only see the one line before theirs. Everything else, including the start of the...
