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Tick Tick Tick

Updated on April 20, 2014
The clock is ticking. You'd better give them an answer.
The clock is ticking. You'd better give them an answer.

“Tick tick tick” said the clock, creating a hauntingly entrancing melody which echoed through the room with eerie clarity.

The woman stood in the center of the room, deaf to the cadent calls of the clock. Fluorescent lights suspended from the ceiling shone down on the blank white interior of the blank white room. The chamber’s colorless walls seemed ready to close in around the woman, ready to swallow her up and send her to a transient void, but some mystical force restrained them. The woman’s heart began to pound.

Tick tick tick urged the persistent clock, its refrain becoming more sinister.

Tick tick tick urged the persistent clock, its refrain becoming more sinister.

“Ms. Austin” said the stranger, “time is of the essence.” He crept closer as he stated with in a menacing tone “We need your decision.” The lurid glow of her pale face became more intense as each second disappeared into the void. “I can’t do this” said the woman, her voice tinged with hopelessness. The man just stared back at her with an expression as lifeless as the taciturn tessellated tiles lining the floor.

Tick tick tick demanded the angry clock, its menacing serenade drowning out all sounds except for the woman’s heartbeat.

“Ms. Austin! Your decision!” repeated the man with increased austerity. The woman began to breathe heavily as her heart tried desperately to escape her chest. Panic overtook her as the formerly bleach colored walls alternated vivid shades of red, blue and green. Her breaths became more frequent, the life began to drain from her eyes.

Tick tick tick screamed the enraged clock, its savagely lurid rhythm reverberating with a deafening roar through the small room.

“Now! Ms. Austin!” shouted the man in front of her. “I CAN’T” she cried finally.

She exited the ice-cream parlor upset; in all honestly, both a cup and a cone would have been perfectly fine with her.


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    • Haseena Firdousia profile image

      Haseena 4 years ago from India

      Great hub. Thanks for sharing.

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      Angie Martin 4 years ago from Frazier Park, California

      You got me there! I had no idea where the story was going, and it was so worth it that I had to re-read it after the ending! Well-written and very entertaining. Voted up!

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      JJ Tyson 4 years ago from Chapel Hill, NC

      Hey thank you both so much for your kind comments. I couldn't bring myself to write something completely serious. It just isn't me. =)

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      Phoebe Pike 4 years ago

      I loved that ending! Hilariously epic.

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      rose-the planner 4 years ago from Toronto, Ontario-Canada

      I thought this was awesome and unexpectedly hilarious! I really did not expect this ending, lol. I thought, owing to the title, that it was an entirely different topic. Well done! Thank you for sharing. (Voted Up)