02 - Reporting In
"and most ponies would have learned their lesson by now," tock snorted. "river is not most ponies," tick snarked with a grin. "you know it," river shot back smugly. "sergeant blue shield?"
James, Cougar
The room was immediately filled with a quiet "tick... tock... tick... tock..." to the cougar, he could hear the sound of his doom resonating, and before he could ask the fur any more questions, he was gone.
All A Game Ch 6: Returning Home (incomplete)
Tick...tock...tick...tock the husky's face sank fully after about an hour went by. he had even asked the vulture to make the call once again, but trevor still didn't show.
04 - White Walls
"understood, sergeant," tick and tock spoke as one. the others echoed their compliance and quickly they set to the task of cleaning up their mess.
Iridescent - Chapter 1 - The Catalyst (1)
#3 of iridescent chapter 1 - the catalyst (1) pain is a catalyst for growth people don't like the former, yet crave the later tick... tock... tick... tock... the sound of the clock is getting louder. it's getting uncomfortable.
Terms of Service - Chapter 8
He was trapped, there was no differentiation between flinty of aesc anymore, just clockwork and the time... tick-tock, tick-tock.... tick-tock.
When Your Crush Almost Crushes You
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock... two endless minutes passed, and spike still didn't get any smaller. meanwhile, sweetie belle's face got more and more concerned. three minutes... four minutes... "rats!" the little filly snapped.
Chrysalis - Prolouge: Butterfly's Lament
_tick, tock, tick, tock,_ the sounds of a thousand, thousand little gears filled the tiny room, each clicking in an odd rhythm with one another, giving the room a predictable, almost living pulse, with each synchronous clack another machine, toy or device
Tombstoned (#2)
A steady, tick tock, tick tock, captain hook flinching with every clack of the second hand. except the room wasn’t empty, it was actually pretty busy. tombs sat in a booth seat with her back to the wall.
Untitled venting story or "Oh dear."
--- "_tick... tock... tick... tock..._" all of the rabbit's pain was slowly creeping back into his mind as he came to. he shivered and let out a wail of despair. he was so certain it was all a nightmare.
Twisted Smiles
#3 of poetry once more some work form my not so happy side a rhythmic pace like a clock first a tick, then a tock with silent words it greats your ears a soothing voice, no others can hear lip and teeth for twisted smile the soft calm voice stays for
Tonight...
Figure so familiar, it was felt down to my soul it sparked an old feeling not felt in a while, like a fire fed with coal the misty air was soaked with reasons long left to times past the aroma was filled with intentions that couldn't last tick tock