Clocks Stories

This is a collection of poems I've written. When I write more, I'll add them as separate chapters.

Clara lives in a world dictated by numbers. Ever since she was seven years old, she has been cursed with the ability to see glowing red countdown timers floating above everyone's heads-showing the exact year, day, and second they have left to live. To protect her sanity, Clara lives by one strict rule: Keep your head down, and never get close to anyone. After all, it's impossible to love someone when you already know the exact date they will become a corpse. But her bulletproof survival strategy completely shatters on a rainy Tuesday morning when Julian walks into her classroom. Julian is cold, mysterious, and effortlessly handsome. But what makes Clara's heart stop isn't his face-it's the space above his head. There are no numbers. There is no ticking clock. Instead, a harsh, bleeding red word hovers permanently over him:

The Watchmann Family. Now, it may sound like an Italian Familia, they are just normal people. A normal family. But... With the most mythical watches and clocks everyone is trying to find. The most sought out watches that is worth billions worldwide. The most sought out clocks, worth trillions. But for them, it is something else. It is something everyone should have, so they sell it for a cheap price. But what they didn't know, is it would become, one of the most rarest, and the most expensive, and the most sought out watches and clocks in the world. But sadly after Silvestre Watchmann had died, no one else can make such an overwhelming watch ever again... Saddened by this Y/N, Silvestre's son, knew what he had to do. Carry on and make watches like his family members did. By making three special watches that each family member kept for for their needs, or for display ONLY when they die. Instead of making only one watch for himself, he made three watches in the age of 19. This proved to be difficult however, due to the three watches being beautiful, but fragile. Sure he could've kept the fragile watches, but that would be a disgrace to his family. His family was known for making very beautiful yet durable and reliable watches. And he wanted that aswell. So over the past 7 years he made watches, simple but durable enough to past the 'Watchmann's Test', a test where a watch or a clock is shot 6 times by the Watchmann's Webley. The Watchmann's Webley is the most powerful in the world, and making a watch that could survive all 6 rounds from that gun is all they need to prove that it made by the Watchmanns. (This is like the equivalent to a 'Male Reader x VTuber' book. So enjoy, or not, leave me some comments or things I've done wrong so I could work on it.)

Narena Oberon's father has a secret. One that could land him in the gallows for witch craft. He knows when Narena finds out it will be dangerous for her, because she too holds the same power he does. But he had hoped he wouldn't need to share it with her until times were safer. That is, until one day he falls gravely ill. In desperate hope to cure her father, Narena asks the heavens for a miracle and is somehow answered when she learns that she can go back, and forward, in time. But moving from one era to another isn't as easy as she first thought. There are rules. Limits to her power. Laws of nature that must be followed. And certain people she must avoid. Arriving in a time she doesn't belong in, Narena meets a young blacksmith. But he holds an unnatural device also used for time travel, and he can't remember how he got it. Together, they must help each other in order to repair the present, change the future, and return to the past, or lose everything they've ever known.

Watch the narrator descend into utter madness spurred on by Insomnia, and the ticking of an old clock. What will our narrator do to ease his pain?

The beating of my heart flows along with the rhythmic structure of time. They are intertwined. They can part through moments so I may relieve it and change its pacing-an act of which I had executed. Now here I am, living a past life I wish to change. But will it guarantee to merit a future that favors me? An entry for #JustWriteBits

He promised.... I made a deal with the devil, I just wanted my family. What could I do, I was dead otherwise.

alight (v.) - to come down and settle, as after flight (adj.) - lighted up, burning, illuminated A one-shot for Brian Kesinger's Visual Storytelling Challenge. Cover by @christinajmm

This is just a random thingy~ can't really call it a poem or a story idk...call it what you will *shoulder shrug* i hope you enjoy it~ i am VERY NEW to writing sooo uhh...idkkkk sorry?

27-year-old Hannah Mancini lives in Carthage, Missouri, and she recently got fired from her part-time job at the mechanic shop. She found a new job at The Clock Shop which is run by a little old man: Mr. Clifton. While working there she found a letter that brings her questions and leads her somewhere mysterious. She doesn't think the place she went to is very accurate to what the letter says. She talks to Mr. Clifton about what the letter is about, he isn't so sure about everything. Will she find the answers to her questions? And, who is Amanda Murray? (WORD COUNT: 12,000-13,000) **This is the shorter and original version**I will make a new version that is longer with more to the story and lengthen it**

Peter Robinson has a regular life and a regular school. He hates it. He wants some excitement in his boring life. One day he gets a text by someone he doesn't know, and the next day time completely stops. Completely. Peter comes to enjoy it at first, but then he regrets enjoying it. How can Peter fix it?

Have you ever heard the phrase 'Time is money' ? I sure have. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hey guys, this is my first proper book. I hope you enjoy! Copyright All Rights Reserved

this was my failed nanowrimo novel. enjoy all 336 words of it.

“Time continues on no matter what happens. It is alright to feel a little emotion, but too much might make you want to stop the passing of time altogether, and that is something that must never come to pass." Brynnia Ceas’s life is ruled by clocks. Her Great Line, the Ceas Line, is expected to be exactly like the enchanted clocks that never stop ticking – moving forward at all times, obedient and emotionless. Yet Bryn is unsatisfied with these rules and traditions and seeks something more from life – freedom, choice and the feeling of being alive. On the day of her coming of age, the princess learns of a plot against her Line that puts her whole family in danger. Surrounded by people she does not know if she can trust, she can only rely on two very different entities – her commoner friend, Gale, and the clock she keeps with her at all times, Elian. Time is running out and the race against the clocks to save everything she has ever known might bring Bryn to a truth she may not want to realize: that she is indeed a clock, even after everything she has done to fight against it.

This is the story about an elderly couple who lives in the Black Forest region of Switzerland. They make cuckoo clocks. When they hear the are about to become grandparents they travel to Queens New York. Happily waiting to the birth they eat and celebrate. When the baby is born,the grandfather takes him on an outing to the convenience store- - - - The rest of the story shall remain a mystery!

This is a short 'horror' story a bout a little boy and his grandmother. " many fear to die and many fear how they die. But I had no perpetration for the way I died. Betrayed, but in my own stupidity didn't see the signs"

"...Time and Clocks do not chime in rhyme..." "..you're only protecting them from yourself.." "...time isn't a tool, it's the moments that you care for..."

A collection of short stories about Maelyn, a young witch who has dealt with her mother's ghost, a cursed clock, and other adventures.

He counted the minutes going by on his fingers. He used to count the seconds along with minutes and then the hours, but that became too difficult due to the fact that seconds grew old so quickly, and of course he knew minutes did as well. So do hours and days, weeks, months, and years. They all grow old so quickly. This story is about 5,700 words, all rights belong to me, and I'm sorry if its terrible.