Talking Clock Novels & Stories

*[SFX: CLOCK. THEN CALL. THEN FULL CLASS.]* *2:47 PM. [SFX: CLOCK. THEN PHONE. THEN SEVEN.]* *Malibu Beach House. Living Room. 2:47 PM.* Clock on mantle. _2:47_. Me. Adrian. Ivy. Isla. February. Bear. Phone on coffee table. FaceTime. Alex. Chair. 6 years, 11 months, 7 days. _CREW_ hat on. Shark backpack off. School done.

she whispered, her porcelain face chiseled with a terrible grin. "Now look at the clock." Through the sky above the copper cables a massive three-story bronze wheel, the central treasury clock of the capital, began to lower itself through the plum-colored clouds. The second hand of the clock was a thirty-foot double-edged steel guillotine that was falling toward the center of the lead registry with every tick. The time was three seconds to midnight. The steel wire inside Elara's palm gave a volcanic thump, the green numbers in her mind turning into a solid column of white zeros.

Friday, 23:30: “Beep, hello 001. It's 23:50, the counting system will close in ten minutes, please complete the count from 1 to 120 if you want to continue” Again? The clock is out of time but there are rules, it's wrong every three days. I sighed, counting again. Saturday, 21:05: Beep. 1.2..3..120. Day Eight, 21:05: Beep. 1.2..3..120. Ninth day, 21:05: Beep. 1.2..3..120. Ninth day, 23:30: “Beep, hello 001. It is now 23:50, the counting system will close in nine minutes, please complete the count from 1 to 120 if you want to continue”

The massive creature was there again. It was crouched in front of the television set. It slowly turned its head, its rotten face twisting into a hideous grin. Its throat rumbled, and it spoke in the calm, electronic voice of the smart speaker. "The time is now 1:59 AM." One minute short.

Rainora POV Tick. Tock The wall clock perfectly set to add to the beautiful décor of Nikolas' office kept ticking as the world seemed to move a bit slower at that moment. Both me and wren watched Nikolas in amazement as he spoke in a foreign language smoothly, without stuttering or sign of difficulty. The words simply melted off his tongue. He gestured with his fingers to give him a moment to finish the call.

He stood frozen, his tall, lean frame motionless, as he struggled to comprehend the time displayed on the clock. "What? How did this happen? How did I oversleep? Or is the clock faulty? Yes, that's surely it. The clock must be faulty..." Kyle's smooth, deep voice trailed off as he tried to rationalize the impossible. He had never slept this long before, not even when he was human. The clock had to be faulty; it was the only explanation.

My mouth made a slurping sound as his cock began to work slowly in my mouth, in and out. At first, he was moving at a slower pace, then his eyes left mine and wandered around, then flicked to me again. He pulled and said, “Look at that clock over there. What says the time?” I tilted my head to my left, trailing his pointed fingers to the wall clock, and I squinted my eyes to be able to read through the tick-tock of the clock. “6:40,” I responded as I caught my breath. “I’m going to be pushing out at exactly 6:41 and pulling out by 7:00. “

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