Rewinding Clock Novels & Stories

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?

required to push the universe into the next microsecond. "We are no longer traveling through time, Audrey," Lucas’s voice boomed across the Chronos-Lattice, vibrating through the "Phase-Shifting-Pistons." "We are 'Manufacturing' it. Every tick of this gear is a billion souls choosing to 'Be' for one more second. We have turned the 'Arrow of Time' into a 'Circulating-Pump.' Nothing is lost. Every tear shed in the Soot-Pits is recovered, refined, and used to lubricate the gears of the 'Eternal-Now'."

The Copper Kettle at five in the morning was a sanctuary of steam and low-frequency humming. The astronomical clock, now a permanent fixture on the scarred oak counter, maintained a rhythmic "tick-tock" that seemed to sync with the very pulse of the room. It was no longer a relic of Julian’s past or a symbol of his mother’s "wasted time"; it was the heartbeat of a new, unscripted reality. The golden gears, visible behind the polished casing, turned with a precision that felt earned rather than mandated, a silent witness to the night the Ice King had finally melted.

So, if Time wanders off again, it won’t be so treacherous to follow him The sound of cracking bracken and rustling grass outside catches my attention. Getting up from the couch, I peer out the window - only slightly murky with a lack of tlc - hoping to catch sight of Time. Thankfully, it’s him. However, it’s not. It’s Time, but he wears tramping boots a dark shirt and a huge pack on his back. His hair is ruffled, shoulders slouched. This is Time from a million years ago.

Or better still, make sure that the integration is properly delayed. But how?

I ask. He pointed at the wall clock inside the bedroom. Uh… it was already midnight so he said later. I nodded then they left. Lunar stood up to come closer then brought his face closer to mine. I recoiled at what he was doing until I slid on my hospital bed. I winced at the pain in my leg. He stopped approaching me with almost no space for our faces. I can already smell his fragrant breath. He stared at me then give enough space. “You also feel awkwardness…” he said nodding.