There was a loud sound, and bright light. I felt a sudden bump, hard that it threw me meters away. A person shouted, I was not sure who. I closed my eyes and knew nothing more than more than that constant sound that lingered in my ears; the clock strikes.
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© StellaShimmers, February 2014
Cover Photo by: Emily_Brigid_ ♥
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When The Clock Strikes
Short StoryWhat would you do if you realize things only when it is too late? If some dreams are meant to come true? If you were given another chance to live your last day, is twenty-four hours enough to say goodbyes?
