Prologue
You know i'm writing free mini stories ; 3 just an old dabble for an rp i figured i can share :3 bones crush and turn to dust, but the clock keeps on ticking, never stopping.
A Beastly Night (Patreon Teaser)
It was a clock, a normal clock placed on a shelf a few yards behind him, in his lunge beast had managed to land face-to-face with it and saw only his reflection in its cover over the hands.
The Minotaur's Master
He looked at the clock for a few seconds as he registered what was showing on the clock, "eight fifty seven... oh shit! i'm going to be late to my interview!"
The Morning
As her hand lands on the back of the black plastic clock, it lets out a soft plastic creak. too weak to lift her arm, she pushes down on the back of the clock to lever it the right way up. 12:34.
Time Regresses
I just checked my alarm clock, and it said 8:30," i started. "so how could it have been 8:30 two hours ago?""your clock must need resetting." my mom dismissed. "sit down, we're about to eat." she served up to plates of spaghetti.
Intention
The clock on the wall, second hand still ticking, read close to seven o'clock even. soft sucking noises joined the sounds of the clock and the refrigerator and the air conditioner.
Venturing: Rovotic
Shining the light everywhere, i gaze upon the one corner with the clock and walked up towards it. the clock was very old it seemed. brown was its wooden color. but something was odd about it however.
Out of Time
His eyes darted up to the clock once more as he did so. eight minutes to go. oh god. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "oh god... i'm so sorry..."
Just another furry love story (chapter 2)
He says loudly to his alarm clock. i gets sit myself up out of bed, pushing the covers off some. the first thing i do is reach down, grab the alarm clock, and switch off the damned thing.
The Public Execution Center
The **fox** looks up at a clock over the door, then sits down on one of the benches. he looks composed, perhaps a trifle impatient. time passes (the clock hands move forward, covering 10 minutes in a few seconds).
Guilmon, art thou Guilmon
He just sighed and looked at the clock, not entirely understanding it. guilmon walked over to the clock to examine it. "hmm tony said he be here at this number" said he pointing a claw at the number 3.
Affection
"i need to get to school" he replied pointing at the clock which read 6:50 she paused for a moment and gazed at the clock before turning her attention back to her younger brother and growled "you don't have to be there till 8:50!!"