Pendulum Reading Novels & Stories

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He sat nearby, reading aloud from an old biography of an Italian sculptor she had kept on the lower shelf—his voice deep, even, and thoroughly unhurried. By the time Julian’s car pulled into the driveway at a quarter to three, the bowl of oatmeal was completely empty, and the glass of milk was gone. Arthur stood up to meet the doctor at the side door, leaving Evelyn in the warmth of the armchair. As he walked down the hallway, he paused by the grandfather clock in the foyer. He pulled the small silver key from his pocket, opened the glass face, and carefully turned the brass minute hand forward exactly five minutes, aligning it perfectly with the watch on his wrist. He closed the case with a

The tunnel was an elevator, and it was rising at a terrifying speed. The doors opened to reveal the penthouse of the Pendulum Tower. The room was a vast, circular chamber of glass and gold. In the center hung a massive, ton-weight brass pendulum, swinging back and forth with a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Each swing of the pendulum sent a visible ripple of energy through the floor, a golden hum that made Grace’s eyes glow a brilliant sapphire. Standing at the window, overlooking the geometric perfection of Neo-Pattaya, was the Director.

He glanced at the floor again, turning to Professor Hale, and asked, "How long until the contact instrument provides a full depth reading?" "Twelve minutes," Professor Hale replied. "And if the depth changes while we're waiting?" Kael asked. Professor Hale looked up from his log. "Then the reading will be more accurate than any I've taken before," he stated, before returning to his writing. The steady pulse echoed from below, the instrument needle at forty-five degrees. Lyra held the silver vial as everyone in Chamber Six remained still and waiting.

Well, he needs to check again. "Bobby, check that thing of yours again." With that, Bobby takes out his map and the pendulum; after say a short chant, we all watch as it starts moving. Now to say that it is not a slower than a snail would be an understatement. But yet we sit, and we look at this thing spin around and around in circles. After what seems to be almost five long agonizing minutes, Bobby looks at me with a rather weird expression on his face. I cock my head and look at him, rather annoyed.

His name is Charlotte. Then the pendant which you have was owned by the owner of this body. This pendant holds great power when you spin the pendant you can use the power of it. It has some conditions. one you can't use it more than three-time per day. second, you can't use this power for more than fifteen minutes. Once the fifteen-minute is over you're not allowed to use this pendant for five minutes. If you try to use the pendant before the five minutes you will die or more than thrice you will even die.

When the weight falls, it supplies the energy that activates the watch. The central weight, controlled by a pendulum with a three-pointed star, is what operates the hands. Every two seconds, and thanks to the force of gravity that pulls the corresponding barrel, the pendulum is released, making the gears turn. The system is adjusted using coins on the top of the pendulum. Adding coins alters its center of mass, effectively making it less long. This has the effect of increasing the clock speed by 2/5 of a second in a 24 hour period.

The air inside was thick as honey, vibrating with a deep, rhythmic thrum-thrum-thrum. In the center of the hall hung a pendulum the size of a ship’s mast. It was made of solid sun-gold, swinging over a floor made of starlight. Every time it swung left, a year of our lives vanished. Standing at the base of the clock was a figure that made my breath hitch. It wasn't Lyra. It wasn't Vespera. It was a man wearing the simple, rough wool of a Northern farmer. He had a kind face, weathered by a sun that had set a decade ago.

Naomi set the contract on the front desk and turned to leave. Watching her go, the receptionist pulled out her phone, snapped a photo, and hesitated over whether to forward it to Chloe. Back at the school, Chloe was still holding her breath, watching Dr. Holloway examine the Newton's cradle. After a long silence, he sat back, something newly thoughtful in his expression as he looked at Julian. A kid under ten built this? The metal spheres hung suspended with near-surgical precision, spaced along the line with impossible consistency. The materials had clearly been chosen to minimize friction and air resistance, and even the surface finish on the spheres looked professionally treated.