Talking Clock Novels & Stories

Luna's grandmother was happy upon hearing that Luna is enjoying her stay in the city. "Grandmother, do you know what is more fascinating? The people in the city have this little device that they use in everything. They used it as a map, as a clock and even as something that they use to calculate. Oh, Alarick's girlfriend, her name is Claire, she is using that device to call her parents all the time. They can communicate using that device. But according to her, her parents live in another city. They can talk to each other no matter what their distance! Isn't that amazing? I guess they call it a C-phone." It was evident on Luna's face that she was impressed with the gadget that she was talking

Tik. Tok. Tik. Tok. She was sitting on a varnished chair—her eyes shut, arms crossed to her chest, and her back leaning against the wooden wall. The ticking sound of the old clock echoed to the empty hallway. Every tick of the clock was giving Celestine goosebumps—it was making a strange sound that can only be heard in horror movies nevertheless, Celestine decided to stay where she could hear the sea. It was humming a sweet tune that sounded like a lullaby to Celestine's ears, trying to make her fall asleep.

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?

It was a mansion with a large black clock at the top, embedded with black diamonds. As I gazed at the clock, I found something different about it. "That clock doesn't work like other clocks. It's a spell clock. When I told you that you would go through twenty minutes of pain, I mentioned those 20 minutes of that clock," Rihana said, and I didn't have a good feeling about it. "Wait. How does this clock calculate time?" I asked.

Time was running too fast, giving up was not my options"I will fight till the end" I went back to my Dad's place and started the search again.My dad loved a sutain wall clock, everytime I went to visit him he could talk much about this clock.How he spent a lot of money to get it,how he imported it from Turkey but I never thought there was something else about it. I remember the last day I was with my dad on his dying bed,he pointed at the clock and said weakly"please son take good care of it, it's now time,"he died pointing at it.

To choose. The clock is ticking.

Speaking of the devil… She gave him another nervous smile as his eyes darted between her and the clock, clearly annoyed. “Good morning? Do you even have a freaking clue what time it is?” He sounded like he was barely holding back his temper. “Well, you’ve looked at the clock, like, five times already… why are you asking me? Don’t tell me you can’t read an analog clock?” she shot back sarcastically. Predictably, her snark earned her another glare, which she ignored as she turned her attention to the clock. “There, see? It’s only 8 AM. Pshhh. Remember the three hands of the clock—short for hour, long for min—"

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The relentless ticking of the clock is all I can hear, echoing through the quiet house like a countdown to my doom. I press my hands to my temples, trying to drown it out, but it’s impossible. Ansel storms in and out of his office, his hair a mess and his face burning with fury. Even the maid, who usually hovers like a shadow when we argue, has started avoiding him.

she hindered rapidly, running her finger over the little screen. Darell grinned and lifted his hands high, "Statements of regret ma'am." "I see no chime," Marcelyn noticed, raising her wrist to assess the watch. "What ringer?" He questioned, perusing her demeanor. "The ringer rings once an hour, I don't see that here." Darell comprehended what she was referring to. It was the goliath chime that generally gonged boisterously at whatever point an hour passed. "This is a cutting-edge type, and there's no ringer in it, everything you need to do is peruse it to give the current time.