Jemima Bainbridge
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The Clocks That Stop
We have seen this coming for quite some tics, and just as many tocs. Counting every second with heavy hearts waiting for this moment to arrive, poised to stop at the perfect time. We don’t want to disrespect his wishes, after all. The man who first brought us to life: the clocks that stop when the mourners come. He is no more, and that is what we have done. Once more we have stopped with sorrow in our hearts, as the piano ceases and the drumming starts. Just as he has done to all of the others, Death has sunk his vicious hooks deep into our beloved creator, whom without, we would have known only inanimacy.
By Jemima Bainbridge4 years ago in Fiction
Margaret Jones
She sat staring at the wall. She could hear the ticking of the clock, so she knew that time was moving forward but in that moment it felt entirely motionless. As if just one second could last an eternity. In some ways, she hoped it would, for what she was waiting for was utterly terrifying. She wished for just a few moments more of blissful ignorance.
By Jemima Bainbridge5 years ago in Humans
