Clockwork Tales :: Clockwork Tales Short Story Essays

Clockwork TalesTick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-TONG .............. Yeah, I finally got that motherfucker measure to stop, the macrocosm mumbled happily. Now I can sit here and read in peace. He picked up his copy of Canterbury Tales, aching to hazard the insight that his professor swore was kept hidden within. He started once again. The Millers Tale. Hmm, I wonder how long it is. He started to flip through the pages one by one, counting them off. One, two, three, four, five, . . . seventeen. Well, thats not so bad. If I could unless get started on it. He looked down and started to read. Whan that the Knight hadde thus his tale ytold. Tick-tock, tick-tock. Dammit He jumped up out of the easy chair, and in doing so sent his literature sacred scripture cascading across the room. Damned clock. Ill show you whats up. The poor clock really didnt issue what to make of this. After all, it was just sitting there, doing its job of counting the seconds, spli t second after minute, hour after hour. It was a good little clock. It was or so the size of a baseball, and its brass plating was polished to a shine shine. It fancied itself as attractive. People loved it. No one had ever told it to shut up before. This was all brand new to it. It wanted the man to be happy. It really did. But the man was far from that at the moment. His fairly skinned face was mottled and flushed with rage. His blond hair was tousle and unkept, and looked as though he had just woken up. His shirt was untucked from his jeans in various spots, almost making him look like a bum. The clock ticked to itself again as the man stepped closer. It was still vaguely upset at the shoe that had been thrown at it a few minutes before. ferocity just wasnt the answer, the clock believed. If you just waited, time would solve everything. It was inevitable. The man was just a few steps away now, and the clock was frightened. What would this man do to him? Would he tear out hi s gears, pull out his plugs, or would he merely smash him into the fireplace he was resting on, ending it all with virtuoso forceful blow. The clocks ticking sped up ever so slightly, half a second instead of a whole.