Talking Clock Novels & Stories

I exclaim, "But they're just innocent people, exercising their God-given right to speech!?" "Yep," he stirs some sauce. "That smells good, by the way." "We could do it." "Huh?" "We could do it on our own," he places the spoon down, rushing over to my side. "You've lost me." He reaches into his Jean pocket, and I realize there's something huge in it. "Tha-That's—" "The time travel remote... thing." I glance over at it. The buttons for weather, place, and time glitter before me. The backlights aren't on, but the power it holds is bright enough. This is wild.

she snickered. “Oh good, the life of the party’s back with jabs,” he hissed his laughter through his teeth. “You’re lucky you’re cute…” “You’re lucky you are too,” she countered, then pointed up at the wall behind her. Derek’s eyes traveled up it to see the strangest clock he’d ever seen just above her. Seven through two were still on the face of it while the rest of the numbers were collected around the ring towards the bottom. At the tilt of his head, she said, “Anytime after 2:00am is free space.”

I was watching him keenly but then I merely shrugged and said “Whatever they are doing… it’s none of my concern” Almost half an hour passed just like that and the clock on nearby wall started clicking loudly, it was one of those big a human size clock, entirely made of shiny wood with golden platting and glass cover, the pendulum that was moving from left to right started counting down bi DINGING loudly… One.. two… three.. four… five… six… seven…eight…nine…ten…eleven… and TWELVE… Both hand of wall clock were now standing in one place…. coincidently at that very moment there were several lighting thunder heard outside all at once.

"At least we agree on something." The ground shivered. It was not an earthquake. It was a pulse. Deep and artificial, vibrating up through the earth. From somewhere inside the mountain, a massive gear began to turn, the sound grinding through the forest like a sleeping beast waking up. Sloane went still. He pulled out his pocket watch. It was vibrating, the glass face flickering with red light. "The Sanguine Clock," he muttered. "They are using the blood they stole from you to force a Recall."

Winstan mumbled as we filed into the doors and walked to the conference room, where everyone took their usual seats around the oval table. “If you call a meeting at a certain time, you’d think you’d be there, right?” AP grumbled as he glanced at his watch. “What time do you have?” I asked as I noticed the round clock hanging over the doorway. “Nine forty-five,” AP answered. The clock’s hands were stuck between seven and eight. “Do you hear that?” my great-aunt asked as her eyes shifted to the ceiling. “That high, squeaky sound.” “Probably just the air conditioning kicking on,” Winstan said. “Tippy’s been having issues with it for days now. She said she got someone to come in to have it fixed

MATEO The grandfather clock in the corner of our dining room ticks and tocks incessantly. I watch the rusted silver pendulum swing back and forth and focus on the way the cuckoo bird pops out to announce midnight, it’s mechanical whir filling up the entire room. As it pops back into the wooden structure, my dad ceases his angry pacing.

I looked at the message again and read it for the fifth time to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. Anonymous: 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪.𝙏𝙞𝙘𝙠~𝙏𝙤𝙘𝙠 , 𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠'𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜.

I turned the camera off and yanked the ring off, tossing it into the drain. Then, I sent a message to Jim Perez, the director of the hospital I worked in. "Regarding the assignment to Touden that I rejected, Mr. Perez, is there any way I can take on the offer now? I can fly to Touden and start work there immediately."

“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.