Biological Clock
Every time I blink, I see the Countdown.
An hourglass behind my eyelids. A clock on my corneas. A digital timer in my temporal lobe. A cerebral stopwatch, surrounding my subconsciousness.
Day and night, I hear the ticking noise that no one else can. The thought of hearing that dreadful beep that will come after all of these clocks strike midnight, in four days now, haunts my dreams.
The doctors call it anxiety.
I know that it's a prophecy.
Tick, tock, tick, tock...
I woke up last night from another nightmare, only to find that it was a prelude to an episode of sleep paralysis. The images of timers were temporarily gone from my head, but so was the ability to move my muscles.
The main cause of this was a shadowy man kneeling on my legs, his cold skin bringing goosebumps on my own.
I don't like the looks of this.
Just as I was about to make suggestive assumptions about the nature of this incubus, he opened a clawed hand to reveal a pocketwatch.
Not another one.
He showed the time to me (3:00 precisely, witching hour) and placed the watch in my frozen hand.
"Change them," he hissed.
With that, he disappeared into the night, and my paralysis did too.
As I slip off into another sleep, the numbers and noise return.
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
I didn't think much about the pocketwatch he left me until the morning, when I still felt its smooth, metal shape in the palm of my hand.
I think about what he said now, rubbing my fingertips against its glass.
I pull the latch on its side to turn back the time. Not pushing back the button for the hands to keep moving, I leave the clock on 12:00.
That's when it all ends. Doomsday.
Was that it? Was that all it took to stop our ends?
I will myself to close my eyes.
No, those timers stay 94 hours, less than three days.
Then what now?
It's when I get home from my regular 9-5 when it clicks.
He said them, not it... do I need to change multiple clocks?
That thought leads me into resetting everything in my house: my alarm clock, the oven clock, the microwave clock, everything.
It's not enough. I need to change all of them!
The next day at work, my boss doesn't notice the changes to the office clocks, and my coworkers just look at their phones instead. I try to change the time on my own devices, but realize that I'm not a hacker. That being said, I can't get another other clocks after this.
The nightmares are getting worse.
I can't change them all! Will this even save us?
All I can do now is wait and find out.
Tick tock tick tock
I'm deciding to stay up all night to see what will happen. There are 2 hours left now and counting. Stay tuned (or sleep through the end of the world, whatever suits you best).
Tick tock tick tock--
Nothing's happened yet. For the past 15 minutes, nothing has happened. My mental timers have reached 0. The time has matched the one I set. I decide that I should get some sleep, since I will probably have work tomorrow.
***
I woke up this morning and found emptiness. The streets, my office, the Internet, the city, all vacant. Besides the ones I set, all of the clocks now read midnight.
Had he not been with me, I would be all alone.
"While this is not ideal," Shadow-man had said to me. "At least I helped save one of you from... well, I'll get to it later. For now, how does it feel thwarting the end of time, Human Girl?"
I’ll b’ back to haunt
‘‘This is not the end,’’ I said and laughed, then gasped as I took my final breath.
#I’llb’backtohaunt©
Ramblings of the Mind
Flurries of Worries,
Heartache,
Heartbreak,
Hurt, Loss, Gain,
Joy, Grief, Pain,
Unwanted Attention,
Impossible Prevention,
Craved Affections,
Uncanny Connections,
Busyness,
Silliness,
Restlessness,
Stresslessness,
Forced Smiles,
Hard Trials,
Hidden Tears, Smothered Fears,
Happiness of Yesteryears,
Uncertainties of Tomorrows,
Present Day's Sorrows,
Torment and Strife,
Questions of Life,
Whos, Whats, Whens, Wheres, Whys and Hows,
Ponderings of Happenings here and now,
Shouldas,
Coulda-wouldas,
Memories,
Melancholy,
Laughs and grins,
Scores and wins,
Heartbeats and Silence,
Rebirth and Violence,
Quotes good and bad,
Bittersweet and sad,
Pleasures, Love and hate,
Things to Celebrate,
Reasons to Mourn,
Bitterness and Scorn,
Dreams, and Prayers,
Screams and Stares,
Thoughts that scatter everywhere,
Emptiness that once was there,
Somethings, Nothings, Rambling,
Absolutely everything,
Sorceress in Solace
The Celestial Castle was said to have been overpowered by a particularly daunting witch, who has kept the fortress in her clutches.
Princess Laura Salvadian had been doing her daily reading in the East Tower when the evil enchantress had taken control. She had been deemed a DID: Damsel In Distress.
Sir Stavino was the twenty-seventh Knight to take the challenge of rescuing the Princess. At this point, the Kingdoms had resorted to the rookies to handle the problem, as the previous Knights had gone into the Celestial Castle and never gone out.
Stavino was not quite thrilled to hear this. His village was to be payed a fair share of rations if he were to succeed in his mission, only adding to the pressure.
The Knight had somehow gotten as far as the hilly clearing where the grand Castle appeared before him.
The Sorceress, oddly enough, was nowhere to be seen. Not glaring down at him from the tops of the towers, nor waiting for him at the gate.
Taking this with all the salt that the Kingdom owned, he went down into a crawl across the grassy field.
While he could have easily just run into the fortress, this unnecessary caution cost the Knight about an hour of sweating in his rusted armor. He gave up discretion after passing through the drawbridge, rushing to the endless stairs of the East Tower.
"Princess Salvadian!" Panting, he used the last of his energy to crash the door of the observation room open. "I have come to resc..."
With a dramatic clatter, his broadsword fell to the floor. Not from the exhaustion, but from shock.
There, surrounding the fair Princess, were some of the previous Knights, their glowing eyes seeming to stare at something beyond her. Her youthful dress had been covered by a star-embelished cloak, and in her hands and stretching along the walls of the room were piles of heretic books. On the one she held were several Alchemist symbols.
"You're her..." Sir Stavino tried to back away, but she already had an otherworldly hold upon him. The last part came out as barely a whisper as his mouth grew rigid under the spell. "You're the Sorceress."
"You're a smart one," she replied curtly. "coming to the right conclusions far quicker than the last lot. It's a shame that you still weren't fast enough to escape me."
She was now inches away from his face. Had it been like the stories his parents read to him as a child, he would have kissed her.
His fate, according to Sorceress Salvadian, was far from happily ever after: "It's time that I study more of the psyche. To figure out how some people are smarter than others, I will cut open your head and dissect your brain, comparing it to our dimwitted Sir Brom's. Consider this a compliment, Sir."
I’d say - God, I thank you for telling me this. But I’m even more thankful to you for telling me this previously that as I’ve written countless Poems, Stories & whatnot, but if I had one last sentence to say what would it be then I’d say thanks for telling me this in my dream, but now break this dream as I wanna wake up and write even more countless and beautiful pieces.
And make this dream the best dream that I’ve ever had.
My final sentence
Dearest family, we are gathered here today to discuss the fact this is my final sentence, I am not sure why it is my final sentence so I will fullibuster until I die or something, for I do enjoy speaking, as you may know by now this is a big ass run on sentence, am I finessing the system, absolutely, before I accidently write a period, let me say one, last thing, yikes in the yard I'mma head out now Shrek is love, Shrek is life.