Talking Clock Novels & Stories

I pushed my chair, my hands started tapping on my legs, waiting for Harrison to get out. "If that's what you want. But I'm not losing hope. I'll be back. And sooner or later you will talk." He stood inhaling deeply. "I hope you are using that big brain of yours." "And I am..." I raised my right hand for a salute. "Listen to me there...there's ten to me, there's only one thing you cannot see...hmm...every time you talk, millions of things...there's only one that you cannot see, every time you talk...you can, stop the clocks, forever...listen to what I say...stop the clocks forever, listen to what I say, stop the clocks for you and me...listen to me again...stop the clocks, forever...hmm..."

Dillon laughed huffily as he caught his breath. Once he was with it enough to sit up, he pulled Tony's head towards him and kissed him deeply. They broke off as Tony's alarm clock, the dumb thing covered in old, faded Marvel superhero stickers, clicked and then screeched obnoxiously. He thought the clock was cool though, even if it was a bit lame. Tony had had that clock since he was a kid, he had told him. It was like a nod to his past. The past Dillon was oblivious to. It was an old, wind-it-yourself, bell-and-hammer type alarm clock. Naturally, that meant it made the loudest, most abrasive racket in the known universe.

I feel so dizzy like had been banged by baseball bat. I have no idea, what make them take so long to find Boy and his mom. I have some worried if they’re move to human pure blood and disguise. They make everything more complicated than before. I’ll make sure they burn in the damned hell. The big clock is vibrating, make a shocking sound. It’s show us if the day is 9.00 PM. “It will great if the dessert served in the living room. Let’s talk about the whole lies in the shadow.” Grandma smiles.

Nevertheless, half of the clock seemed to be missing. The clock made Lucas puzzled. 'The mighty treasure that landed… could that possibly be it… 'One of the Ten Legendary Weapons, the Eastern Royalty Clock?' Even though only half of it was there, it still had an aura that made others hold in their breaths. The Rank 9 Mad Ox Dark Race, Rank 9 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman, and Rank 9 King Kong were thinking of moving the clock that only had half of it left. However, even after giving it everything they had, they were still unable to get the clock to budge an inch.

(THE TEN COMMANDMENTS) “TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK.” HE whispers in a taunting tone as HE looks at the pendulum of the grandest clock that’s ticking its second hand in front of HIM. With HIS eyes reflecting unto its glass and the mirror that’s showing HIM the very reality of the current world that HE is watching over and right now. HE draws a sinister smile, as HE whispers. “Pauleen, Kyle, Winona, Emie and finally Haruna.”

“Plus, I thought we could have a private talk, instead of having to worry about immortals coming through the door.” “You left Time back there…my Time. And you know you don’t have to change the year to have a conversation,” I yell at him. Admittedly, I don’t want to be getting so angry at him, but I don’t know what else to do. Everything is ruined being away from the Time I need…And that’s truly frightening. Time motions around himself, specifically on the seat right beside him on the couch. “Well now that I have you here, why don’t you take a seat.”

It was currently sitting on the mantle of the fireplace in our real home, the one we had fled after the explosion. "The clock?" I whispered, my voice failing me. "Not the clock," Cassian said, his voice dropping an octave into a register of pure lethality. "The weight inside the pendulum. It’s not lead, Mrs. Moretti. It’s a specialized, low-frequency transponder. It doesn't just track location; it records audio within a thirty-foot radius and transmits it via a burst-signal to a satellite uplink every six hours." The air left my lungs in a sharp, cold rush. "The bedroom. The clock was in the library, right next to the master suite. Every word we’ve said... every plan you made with the Battal

Until Amara noticed something. The clock. It wasn't stopped. Its pendulum was moving. Slowly. Steadily. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. She stopped walking. "Samuel." Everyone followed her gaze. Nathan frowned. "That's impossible." "There shouldn't be any power." Michael approached the clock carefully. He listened. Then smiled faintly. "It isn't electric." "It's being wound." Justice Sani looked around the empty hall. "By whom?" No one answered.

But now it clarified and a few things, the way Night took an interest in Tia the night she bit off my arm, and why Tia had recognized her voice. She glanced outside. "It's time for your medicine." she said. "How can you tell?" There were no clocks in this place and they also seemed to able to predict the weather. "It's like how a cock knows when to crow in the morning.. They don't need a clock to tell it's just in them."

Tick! The clock ticked! The table clock on Juana's chest drawer, and immediately her alarm watch rang too.Juana thought it was her birthday already, but it was still so dark and she had barely kept her eyes awake. She stopped the alarm, it was just 10pm, tomorrow was her birthday.