Clocks Stories

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?

The Challenge. Two words Cliff Rae did not understand when he first encountered his boss for his new job. The flier for it was compelling; "Addicting job, great pay". Yet in reality it was a trap. Just a silly trap that every single person believed.

Everyone here is born with a clock on each wrist. Each counts down to something. The one on the left wrist counts down to when you meet your soulmate. The one on your right is kept covered for your own protection. People have gone mad by looking at it. Lucy, one of my best friends, just met her soulmate. Ugh. Look at them, all young and in love. I bet he doesn't even know her name. Soulmates. Love. Crap, all of it, I say. My Left Clock never did work properly. Always changing. Always at a diffrent time. Not because it was going down, either. It goes up and down and all around. I reckon I don't have a soulmate. Yesterday my Left Clock said I had one second until I met my soulmate the whole day! I doubt the Clocks really count down to what they say they do. Honestly, whoever heard of being told when you'll meet your soulmate and when you'll ... die? My name is Tameria Parker. I managed to escape the hell we call a paradise. Now I am the leader of a rebellion, sought to take it down. The Right Clock counts down to your death.. I was born without one.

Amber Weston and her friends embark on a journey that revolves around their fate and the fate being told by the mini clocks on their left wrist. The clock determines at what point they are going to meet their soul mate. Will they be happy with their soulmate or will their relationship crumble? A/N: This book's idea was inspired by a tumblr post. I did not attempt to copy the short stories people wrote, I put my own spin on it. Copyright ©2018 by gingehemmings All Rights Reserved

In a world where everyone has a clock counting every second of their lives, Fenella must use time wisely before her clock runs out, and her whole life changes, hopefully for the better. Title by @autumn-faithgrace

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:

I find myself constantly falling in love with the little things in life. Love can be heart shattering and it can hurt and be sad. Although that is a portion of the book, we can learn from the pain, the heartbreak. We can take the love we give to the person whom our heart desires, and give it to ourselves, then build the confidence to give it to others I know, it sounds cheesy...But love can be seen and felt and experienced EVERYDAY. Regardless of whether we are dating anyone or not. ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE This may not be what you experienced, but it's based off of my experiences and imagination. and it's a love letter to you. I hope you can enjoy this, And I pray that you will learn a thing or two about the world around you. My writing isn't the best. I don't always have the best grammar, and I don't have any typical rhyme or meter to my poetry i hope i can give you a glimpse into love

A Poem about humans construction of time.

people as times

A Highschool sophomore, Aubrey has a kind.... Sad life. She's a hopeless romantic who works at a flower shop and envy's couples though there was something odd about her, most people claim to see a dark figure behind her but then completely forget a couple of minutes later, odd. Even though she so desperate She has high standards and won't accept a confession from just anyone.. one day she meets a cute boy who's seems interested! But her dreams are swallowed when he has something else to tell her.

"If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?" This story is inspired by a tumblr post-http://m.likealaugh.org/laugh/2465 There have been cases when a person's Clock freezes. It is believed that that person's soul mate died at that moment and the two would never meet. But, never has a person's Clock timed out before he met his soul mate. I am original.

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"

Fighting destiny always seemed to be incredulous. However, what if, it was possible?

A clockmaker from 1970 makes clocks like no other. His clocks can control your brain. Can he take over the world?

In a dark world ruled by clocks and a society puppeted by ghosts and strings of fate, Trellick Vario is cast into a brewing storm of war among gods and men and must learn the difference between sacrifice and salvation, prophecy and destiny, evil and neccessity, all while trying desparately to free his wife Lucia from the clutches of time and exact revenge for the clock's crimes.