Rewinding Clock Novels & Stories

It read 11:14 PM and the second hand didn’t go back or further it just remained as it was. The clock had been working fine and had no prior issues- It’s been a while since you’ve been here, the battery must have been worn out. I thought and pushed the broken clock to the back of my mind. I bent down to pull open the drawers to see if my journal was still there. It was the only thing I could trust to remind me of what i was like and what my life was before the incident. The first drawer was empty and the only thing there was my Cd’s and highlighters. That's weird, I was sure that i kept my journal in the first drawer. I closed it and opened the second one, it had nothing but cards i had gotte

I gently held her hand that was touching my chin and brought it to my lips for a simple kiss to threatened her in a respectful way. She just pulled her hand from mine as she gave me a glare first before she turned her back on me and steps towards the tree where she first appeared and the jar placed in its hole, turned into a sand clock. There is only more sand in its upper part, and very little sand falls into its lower part. It is as small as a needle but as time goes on, it wears out. That means it's Travis' clock.

𝙸 𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙿𝚂 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼. "𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃?" 𝙸 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝙰 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚁 𝙵𝙸�

“That’s the thing. You won’t have to teach me anything. The clock’s already ticking.” He flicked his chin toward his cuffed wrist, and for a second I thought he meant to show off the timepiece: something Swiss that believed in timeless value. The right-hand guard stripped it and passed it to Elky with two fingers like it was contagious. The face wasn’t ticking—it was counting down. 04:59:27. I felt the numbers in the back of my teeth. “Dead-switch,” Andros said cheerfully.

Rowan didn’t answer. His eyes stayed fixed on the top corner of the screen on the timestamp ticking forward in quiet precision. Seconds. Minutes. Then A skip. So small it almost passed as nothing. Rowan’s fingers stilled. “There,” he said. Taryn stepped closer. “What?” He pointed. “The time.” She leaned in, squinting slightly. “…it jumps.” “Yeah.” “By how much?” Rowan dragged the cursor back, slower this time. “Forty-seven seconds.”

“Their thoughts aren’t.” James looked back toward the key. “It’s creating something.” “A window.” ⸻ The apartment suddenly felt unnaturally still. No humming refrigerator. No traffic. No wind. Only their breathing. Then… The grandfather clock in the hallway downstairs struck. One. Two. Three. Four. Each chime echoed longer than it should have. When the fourth faded… The brass pocket watch in James’s hand began ticking. Tick. Tick. Tick. Its hands lurched forward. 4:14.

Everyone expected Herbert to push further and move the clock hand to the fourth notch, but he halted the clock's progression test. When the clock's hand was reset back to zero, Herbert unleashed his power once more, drawing a strong surge of energy that caused the dimensional time to reverse. The clock hand slowly began to move backward, first reaching a quarter of a notch, then half a notch… Finally, it stopped at one-and-a-half notches. The match concluded, and the referee announced, "The ninth contestant, Herbert, has achieved a forward movement of three notches and a backward movement of one and a half notches. His performance is the best among all contestants so far."

he said, looking a little more interested in the conversation. "Well, according to you, certain things were discontinued thirteen years ago," I said and he nodded in confirmation, "but according to a few records, that is not the case." "What records?" I gestured toward the files on the side. Soren's eyebrows cinched into a small frown before he leaned forward and grabbed a file. I sat silently as he read page after page in the file. I could see his relaxed frame turning rigid the more he read on. He looked at me, unable to hide his shock and surprise.

“I was created to fix this violation, I cannot cease to exist without completing my function!” “Your function just became obsolete,” I gasp, still holding onto the moment while time tries to resume around me. The Reconciliation makes one final desperate attempt, reaching for me with dissolving appendages, trying to erase me before it completely falls apart. My silver wolf surges up inside me and I shift partially, just enough to give me the speed and strength to dodge backward through time, riding the timeline forward again as the Reconciliation collapses into nothing. I’m rushing forward through moments now, watching my life replay in fast forward, seeing everything happen again but slightl

And there, pulsing under the surface of my vein, was a digital countdown. 00:59:59 What happens when the clock hits zero?