Post by BloodMoonWolf on Jan 18, 2008 22:34:19 GMT -5
Like chains the ticking keeps the man bound, unable to break free from his dark room and find the sweet release of sleep he so longed for.
Tick, tick, tick went the clocks, all eighty three of them. One set up for each year he lived, and every one of them signified a painful memory. Memories he never wanted to know again. And so he had to prevent them from returning. So this old man would get a new clock every year on the anniversary of his birth. For he hoped that with this many clocks he could keep time from catching up with him, and to keep his awful past away from his meager present.
“Oh this foul sound!” snapped the old man finally fed up with the insistent ticking. “Must you be so loud?” He whispered to no clock in particular. “Oh no I didn’t mean to bet irate! I apologize please don’t get angry with me!” Pleaded the old man to the still, cold clocks staring him down.
He got up from his old lumpy bed and walked out of his room averting his eyes from the clocks in shame. Once out he made for the kitchen to get a glass of milk. Once he was satisfied with his the amount of milk he made his way back.
“What three? No get your own milk! ... Shut up and get it your self! .... NO I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT AGAIN! YOU ALWAYS DO THIS THREE AND I’M SICK OF IT!”
Finally the old man had reached his boiling point and smacked the clock off the desk causing it to smash on that ground with a loud crack
“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! PLEASE NO! THREE TALK TO ME! THREE PLEASE WAKE UP! WAKE UP!” Screamed the old man, tears streaming down his face.
“You stupid boy! Why do you think I left you?”
Tick, tick, tick went the clocks, all eighty three of them. One set up for each year he lived, and every one of them signified a painful memory. Memories he never wanted to know again. And so he had to prevent them from returning. So this old man would get a new clock every year on the anniversary of his birth. For he hoped that with this many clocks he could keep time from catching up with him, and to keep his awful past away from his meager present.
“Oh this foul sound!” snapped the old man finally fed up with the insistent ticking. “Must you be so loud?” He whispered to no clock in particular. “Oh no I didn’t mean to bet irate! I apologize please don’t get angry with me!” Pleaded the old man to the still, cold clocks staring him down.
He got up from his old lumpy bed and walked out of his room averting his eyes from the clocks in shame. Once out he made for the kitchen to get a glass of milk. Once he was satisfied with his the amount of milk he made his way back.
“What three? No get your own milk! ... Shut up and get it your self! .... NO I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT AGAIN! YOU ALWAYS DO THIS THREE AND I’M SICK OF IT!”
Finally the old man had reached his boiling point and smacked the clock off the desk causing it to smash on that ground with a loud crack
“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! PLEASE NO! THREE TALK TO ME! THREE PLEASE WAKE UP! WAKE UP!” Screamed the old man, tears streaming down his face.
“You stupid boy! Why do you think I left you?”