Clock Stories

Ever since Vox's ascension stunt crashed and burned, the Vees haven't been the same. They decide to make a new plan, but constantly need Vox. And Angel Dust is trapped in the Vee Tower, but he's not alone. Sixteen years ago, an Overlord roamed in the streets of the Pentagram City. Marylin. The Clock Demon or the Time Demon, however you'd like to call her. But she disappeared that one special day, a day that marked Hell's history. No one has ever mentioned it, but is kept on the sinners' head. Eve's Apple. That's the name. It was the day when Eve attempted to free herself with an immense fury and evilness. Many people died, even angels, but no one saw them die since Eve ate them. And it had been truly terrifying especially for Adam, the first man. But it all stopped when Marylin disappeared. But now, Marylin was back, and she was captured by Valentino and Velvette. Who were now in charge of their power. ----------------------- This is a fanfiction. I do not own Hazbin Hotel and its characters. They belong to Vivziepop. I only own my OC characters, any art or picture I use does not belong to me, so I give all credits to the creators of it. I will also make up some small details (aware of canon). So, if you don't like it, don't read it. I also must warn you that there will be violence, heavy emotional parts, alcohol consume, substance consume, very probable sex scenes and other sensitive content.

It's the year 3011. Since birth, 19 year old Ashton Ryder has had a horrifying tattoo on his left forearm. What is it? In Roman numerals, it tells Ashton the day that he will die. But when the day comes, Ashton remains unharmed.

Why must the clock reach 3 a.m. every day?

A poem about parting ways. Though I wrote this for romance, it can be about anyone too, like friends, family, etc.

You had a horrible life with abuse toxic friends and people you pushed you around like a ball so you ended it all but that was just the beginning now you woke up in a new world new friends and a new life Tw!!: Weridcore Dreamcore and death

A collection of short stories that are inspired by numerous writing promts and by the Write The Story journal from Piccadilly Inc.

What if everyone had a clock? An internal clock that counted down to life's two biggest events: the meeting of your true love and your death. What if there was some sort of timer that counted down to these things that was totally accessible from the moment you were born? Now what if I told you that there was that timer somewhere, but you just don't have access to it. But how would we know this? What would this information grant us with? Eleanor has found out. Born with a capability most others don't possess, she finds out secrets that no one else knows in a dystopian future like no other. See you inside. Time is ticking Tick, tock.

Soulmate: a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner. In my case? A person assigned to me according to a clock on my wrist that counts down the time until I meet him. Years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds. All on one clock. I've been preparing for this my whole life. My fate being chose for me. My whole life, choices have been made for me. All along, I've believed that I would be ready for my countdown, to meet the one person meant for me. But you're never prepared when reality hits the world of illusions. ... All Rights Reserved. Copyrighted on December Tenth, 2017. Amazing Cover by @M_L_G_A

Gacha edit fails that I made. Yep I am a gachatuber and I am not that good at editing soooo this is the edit fails that I make :3 And sometimes I will show some game glitch things.

This story is about an alternate universe where everyone has a bracelet since birth. This bracelet has a clock on it, but not any normal clock, it shows the hours, minutes, and seconds until you find your soul mate. Everyone in this universe always focuses on their clock, no matter what. Every male is trained since birth how to be a gentlemen and a conversation to strike up when his clock is at 00:00:00. While every female is taught conversations and how to be a proper lady. Sadly, when the clock suddenly stops it could mean many, many things. Maybe their soul mate has passed, or they have accidentally met them, or they have broke the rules. Once your clock has stopped, it means your future has changed. You cannot have children or a partner due to this. Anyways, your clock was at 37:13:26 until it paused. How could you find your soul mate? When did it stop? Are you doomed to be lonely like others?

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A young girl, Kya, has always wished upon a grand destination, the playground, but the man who looks after both her and his bookshop, Kazimierz, forces Kya to wait until her 13th birthday, when she sets off on a lonesome journey to the playground. Cool thing: I have a playlist that I listen to when writing this, so if anyone listens to music while reading- here's what it consists of!! Concertina Ballerina- Alternative Radio Golden Brown- The Stranglers Army Dreamers (instrumental)- Kate Bush The Book Lovers- Broadcast Моя дорогая (красная королева)- Моя дорогая Candy Says- The Velvet Underground A Faint Signal- Infinity Frequencies さむくてあったかい、ふゆ~雪の世界~-Kikiyama Liquid Smooth (lumatone ver.)- Mitski

There is a house sitting on a hill at the edge of the woods. Had you been there, you would see it looked normal, untouched. But had you been inside, had you really looked, you could see that not all was right.