Clockwork Orange Novels & Stories

Realizing that something was not right, I quickly turned back and dashed into the room. Harold was holding a fruit knife with trembling hands, stabbing it repeatedly into Elise's belly. He turned back, grinning maniacally at me, his face covered in blood. "If she dies, Shana, no one else will stop us, right? We can pretend as if nothing happened and get married, and we can have children and become old together." "Have you gone mad?" I screamed. "Stop!" When I met his deranged gaze and saw how red his eyes were, I realized that he wasn't of sound mind, so I shouted for help and called the police.

As the family's Chief Counsel, I busted my ass for four years. When the family's new rackets launched, my promised twenty-five percent cut was slashed to three. Christian, the Don, patted my shoulder. "It's all for the family." I didn't cause a scene. From the next day on, I clocked in on time, clocked out on time, and refused to do a single thing outside my contract. Two weeks later, the family's core rackets ground to a halt. Our partners threatened a turf war. Christian cornered me at my desk. His eyes were bloodshot. "Vittoria, what exactly do you want?" I glanced at my watch. It was five thirty. "Christian, I'm off the clock."

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick. "Jefferson.." I need to get away. "Jefferson, calm down." The room. It's spinning. Tick, tock, tick, tock.. "I told you we needed to wait! Jefferson. Baby. Look at me." Why is that fucking clock so loud? Someone turn it off! Tick, tock, tick, tock.. "Jefferson? Baby?" Turn off that fucking clock! Tick, tock, tick, tock... Turn the damn thing off!

A statue of a white wolf, with prominent blue eyes was built up at the pinnacle and below it was a large clock, ticking away. This was the clock. I rushed up the aisle, stepping onto the altar as I stood before the clock to see clearly. Then I realized that this clock was different from the usual ones we knew. Its values were a six hour interval where the seconds value was supposed to be. And a twenty-four hour interval for where the hours were supposed to be. What day is twelve o'clock? Twelve o'clock? Oh. She was talking about the northern cardinal. "Thursday." And where is the hour hand?

The clock spoke slowly, its voice still hoarse and hard to hear, but exuding a sense of power: - I will help you return to the past and prevent the time paradox from happening. If you succeed, you will have everything back: your family, your parents, your life. But if you fail, you will lose everything. You will be stripped of your soul and disappear into nothingness. Human, do you want to sign this contract with me? Aurora looked at the light spreading from that page and was silent for a long time, her heart still had concerns. Seeing that Aurora was silent, the watch repeated the once more:

"They match the shapes on the desk. We just need to align them." "No, no," he says, waving me off. He’s hunched over the desk, frantically typing codes into a keypad. "It’s a Fibonacci sequence. Look at the intervals of the clock chiming. It’s 1, 1, 2, 3... we just need the next digit." "Owen, the clock is just broken! Look at the carvings!" "I’ve got it, Sydney! Trust the process!" He slams a code into the keypad with a triumphant grin.