Watchmaker truyện

Short stories, to give you chills, based on horror, Disaster, Fear and thrills....

A story about a girl and a whole another world of clocks.

This is a science-fiction story centred around Time-Travel, a concept that has always fascinated me beyond imagination. It has been the central theme in most of my poems and now when I am writing fiction, the concept of time seeps in quietly....

Erun is a little watchmaking prodigy who traveled the world with his grandfather Wilhelm, to assist him in searching for rare antiques. the journey brought them to a store named Adelheid, where he finds a grandfather's clock that ticks twice per second.

In a quaint workshop nestled in a rustic French town, Etienne Moreau, a talented watchmaker in his late 20s, discovers a mysterious guideline for crafting a unique timepiece hidden within the dusty shelves of an old bookshop. As he painstakingly constructs 'The Watchmaker's Timeline,' his craftsmanship garners unexpected fame and admiration. However, when Etienne unveils the watch's remarkable ability to peer through time and timelines, he soon realizes that this newfound vision comes with a haunting revelation-a dark secret that only he can see. Join Etienne on a journey of creation and discovery, where the magic of watchmaking collides with the mysteries of time itself.

When Jessica fox gets a part-time job at a clock shop, she meet and interesting man named, the watch maker, she finds out is more than what he seems.

Connery tries to fix his watch but then gets thrown into a dangerous situation.

A Fable of how judgment can be a two sided coin

you're one tick away from insanity. when it ticks, this is what will happen. Tick. Tock. Tick Tock

A watchmaker turns the world upside down.

In a forgotten watch shop on a quiet street, time doesn't pass-it breathes. Kai, a poor clock repairer, lives a life of quiet routine until she walks in. Perfume too rich for dust. Fingers trembling. A wristwatch that doesn't tick. She keeps returning. He never asks why. Held in Hours is a slowburn affair of breathless silences, restrained touch, and the ache of love that dares not speak.

The Silent Watch - A Modern Fable: In a land celebrated for its timepieces, a Watchmaker renowned for his craft creates watches that are not just timekeepers but works of art. Among them, his masterpiece stands out, known for its complexity and beauty. This watch, however, unlike others, never makes the sounds of need or repair, leading to its own downfall. Proud and unyielding, it refuses to admit any flaw, believing itself above the need for maintenance. Over time, as the other watches whisper their needs through clicks and clocks, receiving the Watchmaker's care, the masterpiece grows silent, its gears frozen. The tale serves as a poignant reminder of the dangers of hubris and the necessity of humility and maintenance, even for the seemingly perfect.

"Did you hear that The Watch Killer was caught" the girl said as she pushed her hair away from her face. "How couldn't I... he's my dad" Dagen said, rolling his eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dagen never had a normal childhood, no where near. He saw more then anyone one should ever. But just because he's seen all these things doesn't mean he will become a killer...or does it.

A man who has fallen into an identity crisis, unable to control his own thoughts. He feels wounded in every way, and is caught in a struggle with both physical and emotional weakness.

Horacio is a man of routine, a man of strict schedule. Though he really has no need to be, for Horacio can stop and start time as he pleases. He can speed it up, he can slow it down, he can even bring it to a complete stop, but no matter how much he would love to, he cannot turn it back. Time, like pawns on a chess board, can only go forward. Tomorrow, somewhat begrudgingly he is taking on his first (and last) apprentice. A twelve year old girl named Saniya, together they will turn the world upside down.

As much as Misha loved the excitement and revelry of the Reverie Hotel lobby, sometimes the guests could be overwhelming, and the sights, sounds, and smells overstimulating. Like a rabbit, he would scurry back to his burrow, the repair room in the back, his place of solitude and steady ticking. It was his favorite Harmony of all.