The Turning of the Clock

a short chapter of ArkNeon, wish it was longer but here you go , more of a vinyet than a chapter, but its not complete and i WILL be working on it later today

      A clicking, a ticking, a noise that is farmiliar to everyone in this town. The clock tower, a normal thing. Everyday a person is chosen to turn the clock, it could be me, or Elifie,Safo, or even my littlest sister, Rishna. It could be anyone. The old man down the street, my mother,the lower teacher, the overseer, the sorcerer, one of the many shop keepers. It could even be a new born child. Point is, the turning of the clock is somethign people await everday at noon. When the clock stricks that last of the 12 bells, peopel gather to wait for the turner to be chosen. And beign chosen is not a good thing, if you are chosen, you cannot work,nor sleep,nor eat, for the entire rest of the day. You must tend the clock untill the next person is chosen. For if the clock turns off, or the time is not correct, by even a second, all things in the town will be off by a year. or so legend says.

 

     The animals stop grazing, and instead turn to gaze out to the centre of the town. No one knows how the animals see this time of day as important, they just do. All classes stop when the bells are heard. The people walkign on the street begin to hurry to the centre. Shop keepers turn there signs to closed, and run into the streets. All things come to a standstill when the final 12th bell is heard. And then, even in the corners of the town, you can hear the click if heals on the pavement as the secretary of the courts walks out in her stilehto heels. You can hear the crinkle of the paper, the notebook, the one that must be as old as the town itself, as she turns to todays date. The sharp intake of breath, and then:

  "Weler, Crita" in a firm, steady voice, but you hear a worble, a slight hesitation in her words, she just called her sisters name.

 

       You hear quite steps running through the streets, a bright red head running through the packed centre, and up in front of the secretary, taking the tool bag, and begining  to walk up the crickiting stairs to the clock tower.

Author's Note

i know, its too short, i promise to post more really soon, im brining it over to my editors house later today for work on it. ill try to get more up by wednesday, sorry about the length and the wait for it. I know it wasn't worth it...And for the record i have dislexia, so d's b's p's and 9's may be transpossed often

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[Calypiso]

eekkk im takign forever to update anything right now, school, tkd and life get in the way