Short Stories and Poems

Time Will Tell Draft 1

     I sit here, all day, all week, all month, all year!  Never moving, besides my three hands, moving round and round, constantly. I watch the busy people, while they work. I am a clock.

     I tell the time in a classroom. I'm a clever clock, I study their lessons and keep it all in my circuits. Sometimes they take me to the clock-hospital - and when I get back there are always new people in Mr Pritt's class.

This story starts when I go to the clock hospital on 27th February 1999. I got back four days later, expecting the usual trudge of the students into the classroom but this time there were two new people. A boy and a girl. Opposites in every way, they argued all day. Hating each other's company...

The boy had hair as black as the night, and he's was blonde. His skin was pale and white. Her skin was tanned. His lips were chapped, her's were red.

    It annoyed the teacher, poor guy.... Sometimes he would send them out other times, just ignore them, but they kept at it... I hated them. Absolutely hated them.

"Shut up, Miles Chancellor!" She would say.

"You first, Joy Finley....." He would reply.

"Get out you two imbeciles!" Mr Pritt would say.

"Kay, kay, Mr Prat I'm on my way..."

"Detention!" He would yell.

"Tick, tock, wasting time..." I would sigh.

They walked out.

As time went on, the other students and Mr Pritt got more and more annoyed. Mr Pritt would just phone home and get them suspended. The students, who used to find it funny, began to bully them. They were alone.

I began to feel sorry for them, no friends, none to talk to. I would have hated it, I did hate it. Bullying, in my classroom. It wouldn't do. Mr Pritt knew about the Bullying too, but he didn't care. "It's their fault!" he would say to me...

It was then that I had my cunning plan. I began to skip time forward to get them out of detention and class quicker. Joy and Miles began to spend more time together, skive together. I was happy for them.

Then one evening, as they were packing their bags for the end of the day, Miles walked over and gave Joy a little peck on the cheek.

"See you tomorrow..." He said.

And then they were hugging, crushing the air out of each other. It seemed like hours before the split up and left.

"Bye," She said.

The next day, they both had a red streak in their hair, a token of love.

I watched them grow and mature, grow closer to each other until one day. One fateful day some builders came in, and removed me, along with the rest of the furniture .

I was placed in a dusty old junk shop. Buried deep in a box, where no light could get to me.

Years later, a couple were rummaging around in the boxes.
"This one?"
"No."
"What about this?"
"No."
A hand reached down and gripped my sides. Gentle hands lifeted me out.

"What about this one. It's face is perfect, it's almost.... Familiar..."
"Yeah, yeah that'll do."

I was put up on the wall in their living room, near the television, where I could see their sofa clearly.

I was in a happy home, a home of love and joy.

It was only when they were sitting on the sofa, in front of a warm fire that night, that I noticed the steak of faded red hair, on the right side of both their heads. "Tick!!" I exclamed.

"Shut up, Miles Chansellor!" She said
"Not before you, Joy Chansellor..." He replied.

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Finally. I'm back ;)! Here's the first draft of one of my upcoming short stories! Thanks to everyone who reads this!!

~ Oli