Keeper of the Clock TowerI am the keeper of the clock; the guardian of time. I am the music of passing ages and long forgotten worlds.Through the fleeting moments of time, she has wept over the keys of her eternal ivories, becoming the harmonious spells of her encumbrance. Many tears have been shed for the ticking hands of eternity as she sits alone; cursed to be alone for evermore. She rests on her immovable throne, singing the woeful song of her fate. Time is her puppet; her unending burden. Till the end, she is charged with its protection. Her sightless eyes see all; the past, present and future. She is as she is and has been; living in the tower.I am the keeper of the clock; the guardian of time. I am the music of passing ages and long forgotten worlds.
WordsmithsTo all those who admire me, admire any author(simply for being a lunatic which in all tongues is called a writer):There is something you must understand.These words are not ours.We did not create them.They simply sit, waiting quietly in the dusty wings of our brain.We are the directors of the play, telling the words where they must go, what message they must give to the audience, what they must represent.The words, so quiet and compliant,Impact others if we know how to use them skillfully.For we are just hoping you will enjoy the show.
The Doctor"Doctor?" I questioned uneasily. The figures and faces around me nodded, shifting around unsettlingly as if staying still was too much work for them"I don't need a Doctor, I'm fine." I had no desire to see the Doctor. Even the title sent shivers down my spine."We know dear, but we were thinking that some people mature faster than others, and that maybe you should see the Doctor earlier," one of the figures said. I couldn't even see them, for I was seated in a hard chair that dug into my back while everyone else was crowed around me. Their like faces and similar statures all began to blur into one solid black surrounding of grey and more grey. Even their voices were beginning to blend together."I don't want to see the Doctor though."And I truly didn't. There were so many rumors about that place, the place called the hospital. I heard that when people entered they didn't come back the same again, that they Doctor messed with their minds and changed them into unfeeling robots for the
What if I told you...I'm a 19-year-old straight male, currently a student at university in a country you've never heard of.There comes a time in our lives, usually when we are young, when we just want to shout our thoughts at the wrold, at everyone, even if we know nobody will hear. We see a commercial, we hear a line in a movie, we read a chapter in a book, which captures us violently, shakes us and we recover from the shake so stunned and amazed that we want to say everything that is on our mind in that same way. Then we pour a glass of water, juice, beer, something, sit by the open window staring at the passing cars or falling leaves, and start composing all the words in one finished thought. This is pretty much what happened to me two minutes ago. And it all started with the condition:What if I told you...What if I told you that some people don't think what they claim to think when they oppose you in an argument, no, they just want to stomp you with their leather boots