Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words exactly (no more, no less) based on the prompt:
…as time ticked by…
100 Word Challenge – as time ticked by…
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Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words exactly (no more, no less) based on the prompt:
…as time ticked by…
corrected version
“H is for help, how may I assist you?”
Despite her chirpy tone, Amy slumped at her desk,not interested in any of the problems that jumped out of the cheap office phone “Help.com ” had provided her with. All the calls she had received that day had been pranks. Although the caller had thought it hilarious , Amy hadn’t, and as a result, her mood had worsened. Not once in her 5 years of working here had she had a serious telephone conversation. Time had caught up with her since she’d been working here. it was only meant to be an internship… Turning her concentration back to the caller, she resumed the post of cheery phone girl.
“how may I help?”
a voice rasped from the end of the phone.
” I think I killed my family….”
The TTA landed with a crash. The TTA was a technological marvel that could travel through time. TTA stood for Time Travelling Agent. Eric was the driver. He would operate it from a central computer connected to a the whole machine.
“Cortana, acces extensive damage. ”
There was no reply
“Cortana!”
Nothing
Meanwhile as time ticked on, scavengers heard the crash.
“Over there sarge,”, a titchy one exclaimed, “another one”
“I see.”, a large one boomed,”Send the vulture bikes”
“Sir, they’re damaged we can’t…”
Before the small one could even finish his line, the commander had ripped out his windpipe.
I was in City Of London. I had taken the exam and was waiting for the results in the waiting room. Nervousness. It clung to me like a sweaty top. How long would I have to suffer like this? My clammy hands were shaking as they clung onto a book. No particular book. Just to distract me from the tension. It didn’t work. Would I get in? What would my mum say if I failed? And what about my tutor? Thoughts raced through my head. I didn’t have an answer to them. None of them. Then a man walked through a door towards me.
“Congratulations on passing your exam into City Of London.” He said.
As the time ticked by, the sweat of my body dripped down my pale face. I was waiting to see if I could live my old self again, but this horrible disease kept fighting back. Would I be the same again?… I didn’t want my family to worry, whatever happens to me I will always love them. I knew mother wouldn’t ever let me go… and I wouldn’t let her. My breathing started to turn abnormal, I wondered if this happened because I was scared or it was just my disease. The doctor came into the room. His face was neutral… but it changed after a while. I saw a massive smile on his face, my mothers and lastly mine.
As time ticked by
Watching the clock
the faint sharp cry
from the hands that mock
the continuous circle of the duo of hands
given only a glance as they chime across land
as the sun goes down and then comes up
forever they work and never will stop
the ritual, their life, hanging on the wall
fulfilling their purpose so proud and tall
the numbers the circles the digits the hands
one hour. round again. Now two!
the chiming like bands
they’re masterpieces believe me its true
as time ticked by
watching the clock
the faint sharp cry
from the hands that mock
I am the white rabbit. The same one with the antique pocket watch and the immaculately tailored suit. Yet there’s one problem: my story’s been told once and now there’s no use for me. It was alright for Alice because she went back to her perfect life. But me, well if I have enough time to write a book of how things really happened you will see I’ve waited a long time. A lot has happened since all my adventures and there’s nothing like the original (even if it’s not true), so I have tried my best. Here’s my version; here’s my novel: