Off The Clock Book Novels & Stories

Shey's POV "Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.." The sound of the antique wall clock reverberated from one corner of my office to the other. An hour before our scheduled date, I am still swamped with back to back meetings and tons of papers I needed to sign. I already knew going out of the office at two in the afternoon today was not a good idea. And yet, I intentionally set it up at this very hour. This would pose as a great alibi for my scheme.

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?

He reached out and unpinned it from the clock’s face, the paper trembling in his hand. “I don’t know who,” Elliot said finally, his voice tight. “But whoever it is… they’ve been watching for a long time.” Emma joined him by the clock, her gaze shifting from the photograph to the cracked face of the timepiece. The clock’s hands ticked forward steadily, moving toward midnight. “It’s broken,” she said, frowning. “The glass is shattered, but it’s still running.” Elliot nodded. “It’s not just running. It’s counting down.”

Laura silently exhaled and glanced at the clock. Almost over. But the feeling in her chest? That wasn't going anywhere. The air was still, and Fred's voice sliced through it when Laura was about to pack. "Laura." With a breath hitching slightly, she looked up to see him standing beside the door of his office. "I think it's time," with doubt in her mind, she glanced at the clock. Work hours were officially over. But she couldn't let it rest at that because there was something in the way Fred looked at her, his eyes cutting and nothing wavering but filled with the kind of intensity that gave her goosebumps.

Maya looked at the blank page, then at the golden cathedral of gears ticking on the counter, and finally at the man who had given up an empire just to watch the time move naturally. She pressed the pencil to the paper. *Chapter Thirteen: The Variable Horizon. They say that a perfect system has no history, it simply exists in a state of continuous, unblemished execution. But a human life isn't a system. It’s a sequence of beautiful errors, a collection of friction points that refuse to be smoothed over. And as the sun went down over the river, the Ice King finally realized that the only thing better than a perfect clock... is a mechanism that knows exactly when to stop counting the seconds, a

Jeez, I can't believe this man, is he intentionally wasting my time just so I would definitely not be able to meet for sure? Petty Old man. I stood there silent, anxiously waiting as the large clock in his office ticked, counting each second that passed by. An hour, two hours, three hours… Five damn hours and this man was still at his desk, his eyes practically glued to those stupid files on his desk. The day got even darker, now I was dead sure, there was no way I could finish this before his class tomorrow. The clock hit nine pm and I just could not take this shit any more, Mr Cl—”

To know their reasons, and to make them step out of their position. And you know what I've found out? It's the fact that time is trying to hide something and I'm going to decipher the truth with my bare hands. And you can't blame me with this mindset of mine because I had enough of what I've been through. Everything's way more than enough for me. If time is my enemy, then I'll try to stop the clock whose controlling it. I'll break everything just to end this fucking shits for I am already tired of it.

They or we? The other party that threw our world into chaos was the self-proclaimed animal welfare organization Live for Animals. In an act of charity they broke into Doctor Christopher Krynick's research laboratory to bring the animals to safety. Unfortunately they had no idea what was going on and a well-meaning rescue operation turned into a global catastrophe. The proles first killed their rescuers and then escaped from the research facility to bring a plague of unprecedented proportions to the world. When a hand came to rest on my shoulder and slowly brushed the back of my neck, I tried to ignore the tingling sensation. "You can leave that nice. I'm still mad at you. "

“I put a notice up on the board in the foyer earlier in the week and spoke to Sally and Jeff Reichenberg, the Americans who live next door, but they’re going to be away.” She checked the clock on the wall and did a double-take. “That’s weird. I put a new battery in the other day.” Marianne and Claire stared at the clock face. It read 8:00 a.m., though Claire estimated it must be mid-afternoon. Marianne shrugged. “Forget about it.” “Yes, boss.” Claire laughed. “We’re nearly done, do you fancy a swim?” “Ugh. No, thanks.” Expecting that response, Claire said nothing. After collecting her keys, she disappeared downstairs to the basement and crossed the foyer into the health spa.

“What time do you get off work? If you don’t mind, maybe we can… hang out?” Claire was a bit taken aback by this, but she couldn’t see why not. “Yeah, sure. I get off by 4 pm, but maybe we can have lunch together instead?” “That works, too” “I remember moving here”, she said. After looking at the computer screen, she realized that the update was finished so she started to check out the books. “I was a child then, but I still remember how it sucked to not know anybody” She was focused on checking out the books but she saw Stephanie nod in response. When she was done, she stood up and slid the books across the counter.