Tick tock goes the clock.
Footsteps echo in the dark, being the only noise other than the grandmaster clock kept in the basement.
Birds always fly in flocks.
"Mommy?" A voice calls. "Mommy, where are you?"
How childish. How innocent. How naive. Completely unaware of the tick-tocking of time that marked endings and beginnings.
Do humans? I would bet not.
"Mommy, I'm scared..." The little boy hugs the brick walls as he inches toward his parent's bedroom. The darkness crept forth, lurking behind the single beacon of light shining from his flashlight.
Although the darkness can be penetrated, it is still inevitable.
Because their hearts always start to rot.
Life could be cruel. Time could be cruel. Death could be cruel.
Alas, time strikes forth in this tale.
Nearly one minute from midnight.
Tick tock.
The boy inches towards the door.
He is not near his parents room.
The ticking becomes louder.
45 seconds left till midnight.
Tick tock.
Louder, and louder.
30 seconds left till midnight.
Tick tock.
A door opens.
The floors creak.
The flashlight stops working.
15 seconds left till midnight.
Tick tock.
Ten
Tick.
Nine.
Tock.
Eight.
Tick.
Seven.
Tock.
Six.
Tick.
Five
Tock.
Four.
Tick.
Three.
Tock.
Two.
Tick.
One.
Tock.
The wind whistles, although the doors are closed. The boy's hands wave frantically in the air, his only source of light now being the moon. It was as if time was frozen at this moment, the only moving object being the door of the closet containing the clock.
The tip of slimy, old, fingers could be found at the edge of the door.
And the clock goes BING BONG!
A scream.
A thunk.
A slam.
Tick tock goes the clock.
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The Little Book of Oneshots
General FictionMight throw some fanfiction in here :3 Anyways, I'll probably publish some one shots when I'm bored or suffering from writers block haha- I'll write the title of the one shot and its genre next to it in parentheses. Example: Narnia (Fantasy) OKAY L...
