A parallel tinder where you just fill in your clock and they match you with people with the same clocks.. And the initial numbers dropped a lot in two generations
I'm sitting there playing a multiplayer game, not paying attention to the clock. Then someone logs on, and my clock unhitches itself from my skin. The metal clinking on my desk was the only note of warning. "..... did anyone else's watch fall off? "I type into chat. "Mine just did" typed the new person on the server. "Well my love, do you want to work on our team dynamic, and build a house" i type with a beating heart and a goofy smile "maybe we can even hop on Skype"
10sec I have ten seconds till I meet the love of my life, but I'm walking down an abandoned street, no one in sight. 'Maybe their in a house and about to walk out'- i remember thinking
3sec
2sec
1sec
That's when it happened I felt the knife cut across my throat and my wallet being taken out of my purse as well as the feeling of the clock stop. I remember the look on his face when he realized what he had done, I had tried to tell him it was alright but the blood that came gurgling out didn't reassure him. That is the last thing I remember, and I'm not upset I don't blame him. I just wish I could have seen him smile...
I'm very sorry Mr.Guest, but that is in fact not the reason I get a 3 instead of a 4. The reason is 'you are too imaginative' or 'this isn't what I would have written'. I've never had a reduction on account of my punctuation.
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As long as I could remember, my clock has always read 0. I must've met my match as a baby or a young child, before I had any clue what the clock meant. I've been searching for years to find that other person who's clock must also be 0, but to no avail. No one wants to admit that the clocks aren't perfect, that there are circumstances where it could fail, times where it might not be correct. There are a few others I've found. We've made a resistance of sorts, a ragtag group of people whom fate has failed or who would rather chose for themselves who to love. People whose matches were cheaters or abusers. They never mention that, do they? The times when fate can be cruel...
Today was the day... 10 minutes were all that remained on my clock. I rushed through the subway, 'what if she is going to be on my train?' I ask myself. I pay my fare and get to the platform...nothing. I look down at my clock; 4 minutes left. I hear it, the train, it's here, pulling up coming to a stop. It's crunch time... less than a minute left. 'What if she's not on the train but I decide to wait for the next one?!' Oh no, my thoughts are deceiving me, a flurry of people hop off the train, I panic and rush onboard before the doors close, I bump into someone, I have no time to help them, my time is up. The doors close as I peer outside. The cute blonde fumbling to pick up her book from the platform, she looks up...Our eyes meet. Shit. The train starts to move as my clock lays at my feet, I watch her shrink away in the distance. I look at my feet, at the clock... 'i can't believe this...' my inner monologue proclaims. I glance to my right. ...(to be continued)
Some girl was sitting there, staring at my fallen clock.
"Yea...I know right..." I scoff, looking at her bright red hair as she looks up at me, her clock in her hands...
"Hi..." She says, face a bright shade of red. I stand wide eyed looking at her. I sigh and smile.
She smiles back.
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Someone make a lesbian/bi one please, id like to read that.
I'd love to!
Pt.1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I sat at my table at lunch wondering what she looks like and taking the occasional glance at my clock 0d 0h 20m 42s I would meet her after lunch 0d 20m 30s I could hardly wait but then I heard a beep looking at my clock it had stopped. I broke down and begain to cry I couldn't think and friends came running to see what was wrong and gasped when they saw my clock next thing I knew I was home in my moms arms and she was hugging my tight "it's ok sweetheart it's ok" she tried to reassure me I waited a day thinking something must have gone wrong still nothing I waited another and my clock was still stuck at 0d 0h 19m 52s I waited a month and I started to give up I waited a year and forgot all about it watching happily as my friends all found their soulmates after I forgot something changed and I didn't notice for a few minutes but then I heard a tic then a toc I looked down and my clock read 0d 0h 13m 24s I shouted as loud as I could then thought
Pt.2 Where will I meet her? What will she look like? My mind became swamped with all of these questions and I decided I would go to the cafe and meet her there I did my makeup brushed my hair and when out the door 0d 0h 5m 13s I sat waiting 0d 0h 4m 46s I was looking for her 0d 0h 2m 28s she was nowhere to be found 0d 0h 0m 53s I sat and waited tears gathering in my eyes 10 9 8 7 6 I sat heart destroyed 5 4 3 2 I put my head in my hands and cryed 1 my clock when dark and I heard a shout beside me a guys clock when dark and he couldn't find his mate I sat up and looked over he saw my tears and asked what was wrong I said my clock when dark too he looked and hugged me he introduced him self as Chris I soda there must have been a mistake I thought back to the day it stopped the first time and realized I had to accept it and hugged him back and said I'm so glad I found you
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Five minutes. That's all the time that was left on this damned clock on my wrist. I promised myself not to act like every other one of my friends whose clock ended before mine: giddy, happy, squealing with their Soul Mates. Ugh. No way.
Even so, my heart speeds as I make my way through the shelves filled with musky-smelling books. At least my Soul Mate should be a book lover, I'd be disappointed if it were otherwise.
I hadn't looked at my clock since it froze in the middle of the class when I was fifteen; the numbers stuck reading "1 w. 2 d. 3 h. 15 m. 30s.". I had been angry. Back then, I was always ready for my Prince (or Princess) Charming to come. After that incident, though, I swore off love, threw it from my life. Why be miserable while everyone around you is happy? But the clock started. Almost ten years later, it restarted in the middle of the night; snapped to life like it was never broken in the first place.
One week, two days, three hours, and ten minutes later, here I am
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(Sorry, gotta continue this tomorrow. It's late.)
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Standing in line at a bookstore, waiting for my "true love". I tap my foot impatiently. One minute, sixteen seconds. Fifteen. Fourteen. Every second closer makes my heart speed just a bit faster.
Fourty seconds. Thirty-nine. Thirty-eight. Thirty-seven. People are beginning to notice me, sweaty palms, arms full of books. They're smiling; they know that it means. I wish they wouldn't smile, this is terrifying.
Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. I make my way to the center off the store.
Three. Two. One. The click of the clock sounds as it falls off my wrist, a tap on my shoulder signals that they've arrived. I turn, expecting to see a face with an expression mirroring my own, instead, I see the barrel of a gun aimed at my forehead.
"Sorry, love, but I don't believe in this shit. Neither should you"
The gun fires.
I knew this clock was broken.
I looked around the crowd, frantically searching for that one person as time ticked fast by. "30 seconds," I whispered. "He's got to be here somewhere."
My heart beat faster than it ever did, and my heartbeat was louder than it ever was. "Where are you?" I never thought I'd care about this moment. All my life, I've always pretended I can love someone who isn't meant for me. Now that I'm 27, I'm starting to lose all hope. I've gotten my heart broken many, many times, and I covered my wrist to prevent myself from giving a shit.
"Come on," I urged, glancing over my wrist as time read '7 seconds'.
'6', it counted down, picking up the pace as I skimmed the crowd for anyone who seemed as frantic.
'4' "Please..."
And there he was, pulling his sweater down to cover those numbers. Looking around- looking for me?, I asked myself- to find his soulmate.
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Our gazes met, and it seemed like a very special moment- to me, at least. He smiled and I grinned, happy to have found the person we've both been looking for our whole lives.
I approached him, eager to start a life, happy because I've finally fulfilled the purpose of this wretched clock that's haunted me.
His wry smile wore down as he took my hand, gaping at the numbers. '0 seconds', it said.
"Where have you been all my life?" His sadness pierced me. 'What could possibly be so wrong? Shouldn't he be happy?'
"Cole!"
A tall woman tagging her son along had called my soulmate Cole. "So that's his name." I thought. But why-
"Hey," He beamed as he took his son in his arms. "Meet Emily," he paused. "my wife."
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I was taught that this clock would help me find the person meant for me. The person who could make me happy in spite of everything that's bringing me down.
Not once did I ever think that this would be a countdown to the moment my world comes crashing around me.
There are two days left on this stupid watch, but I still have another year to go. Do I regret what I did to get put in here? No, he had it coming. All I could think of was that there was someone out there in the real world who's watch is going to fall off with no one else in sight because his Soul Mate got herself locked up. I watch the numbers as I mop the bathroom. I time my chopping on kitchen duty to the ticks coming from my wrist. I can't sleep at night anymore, so I spend my time calculating how long it will have been when I finally get out. Will he still want to meet me? Will he be disappointed? Scared? Or will he have given up on me? I wouldn't blame him, it's not like he'll know of my existence. I glance again, though the numbers aren't much different than the last I checked. 1 day, 19 hours, 34 minutes. The sun is rising, I can see it through the small window. My cellmate snores loudly. She's been here before. This is her third time. [to be continued]
Her watch fell off when she was fifteen, but at sixteen her Soul Mate overdosed on something they were doing together, and it drove her mad. Not mad enough to be criminally irresponsible, though, that's a point she's drilled quite well into my mind. She's pissed, and I can't say I don't see why. I hear the jingle of keys and footsteps — two sets. The morning guards have clocked in. "There's gonna be a new transfer tomorrow. They say he was raised in Alcatraz. Real strict that one," says one if them. By the gruff voice, I identify him as David Tuck, a short and plump man. The other guard laughs. It's the high ring of Howard Siwy, the "bad cop" to Tuck's "good cop". "Ain't nobody walkin' into my prison on a golden throne. He's'a gonna hav'ta prove hisself." Siwy's an educated man, don't judge him so quickly. His natural drawl only comes out when he's discussing something he's passionate about. [to be continued]
He slams his baton against the metal railings of our cell and my cellmate quits snoring, not quite awake yet. "Hey, 707, what's the time?" he asks me, following with another laugh. It's become something of a running joke, ever since one of the night guards saw my watch and told all of the others. "Time for you to fuck off, Siwy," I say. This time, Tuck is the one chuckling. "Calm down, Howie, it's probably just her time of the month." I roll my eyes, and by habit they land on the numbers that have been haunting me my whole life. 1 day, 19 hours, 08 minutes. I decide since sleeping isn't an option, I might as well sit up and read. The same book, the only book here. The Stranger. I'll say one thing about Albert Camus, is that he was a strange man. And so my day starts, uneventful; and so my day goes on, uneventful; and so my day ends, uneventful. I won the game of basketball for my team during our rec time. That's one thing that's improved during my stay here: my sports ability. [tbc]
Maybe my Soul Mate is sporty. Or is he bookish? I wonder if he's smarter than me, or I than him. I cannot stop thinking of him that day, only naturally, as our clocks are ticking. By the time I lay down in bed, awake as always, my wrist reads 0 days, 8 hours, 54 minutes. The next time I check, the days counter has disappeared and the seconds counter has appeared. 5 hours, 28 minutes, 16 seconds. I feel my heart involuntarily beating rapidly. I wonder if he's experiencing this, too. Is he asleep? Is he awake? Is he thinking of me, perhaps? I turn my face to the wall, placing my warm, sweaty hands onto it's cool surface. Then I put my forehead against it. I tried desperately to even out my breath. Manny Kilapis must have heard me because he walks over to my cell. "Quiet!" he hisses. "I don't care if you had a bad dream or what, you shut your damn pot hole." Unlike Siwy, Kilapis isn't very highly educated. 'Barely scraped by' is apparently enough to be a prison guard. [tbc]
My cellmate snores again, but Kilapis knows well that nothing can stop her. I busy myself in counting how many times she snores in an hour. Her average so far is at 157 times and I'm counting the fifth hour when I realize I'm counting the fifth hour. I stop and she snores on, unaware. I can almost see my heart beating out of my chest. 0 hours, 07 minutes, 43 seconds. Okay. I begin to pray. I've never been all too religious, but I think this is as good a time as any. 'Dear God,' I say, 'please help whoever my Soul Mate is cope through not finding me. Please do not let him go down a screwed up path.' I could swear I heard my cellmate say "Amen," but I could also be hallucinating. 0 hours, 04 minutes, 03 seconds. I hear Kilapis get up. He opens a door farther away from my cell. "Officer Kilapis, let me introduce you. This is our newest guard, Officer Neil Cabiner. Show him around, why don't you?" The door shuts closed with a click, and something forces me to my feet. [tbc]
I quietly pad over to the door and lace my fingers around the metal bars. I try to get a peek at the new guard, Cabiner, but he's not in my line of sight yet. I glanced at my wrist again. 0 hours, 01 minute, 12 seconds. The watch begins to itch, and I let go of the cage to scratch at my arm. I can hear the footsteps getting closer. I scratch harder. My heart beats faster. I can see Kilapis now. His mouth is moving, but I don't hear any words. He sees me and motions for me to go back to my bed. I stay planted firm. That's when Cabiner appears before me, ravenously scratching his arm through his uniform sleeve. Irritated, he unbuttons it, revealing his own watch. I cannot see the numbers from where I am. We meet eyes, and my itching arm is relieved. At that exact moment, my watch falls off, and I watch in utter horror as his follows suit. [the end]
It was a muggy Thursday afternoon. I was sitting on my porch, as I had taken to doing ever since I had noticed that my clock was under a week.
00d 02h 13m 08s, my clock read.
I felt my grip tighten under the fragile page of the book I was reading.
Inwardly, I chided myself. I shouldn't be nearly ripping out the pages of a library book.
00d 02h 09m 43s
Instead of focusing on the ever ticking countdown, I turned my attention to the fast-moving plot of 'The Winter Sun' a fantasy novel. The starch words soon blocked out the relentless ticking.
"Come quickly! You have to see this!" My mother ran onto the porch, disturbing my book.
"Yes mom? What do I need to see?" I asked.
"A celebrity countdown! It could be yours, sweetie,"My mother cooed.
"Mom," I began. "My clock has to have another hour on it, at the very least. And I can't possibly have a celebrity as a soulmate, Mom. Let's be real."
"But it's from that band you like, dear."
That definitely raised the stakes.
"Besides," my mom continued. "You've been out here for a while already."
Reluctantly, I shut 'The Winter Sun' and trudged inside.
00d 00h 47m 12s
Had I really been reading for that long? It felt like minutes. I now had 47 minutes to go, before I could meet my soul mate.
"Sweetie," my mother called. "You should watch this. Is your clock on 47m and 08s? Is it?"
It was.
Oh. My clock was on the same time as a celebrity's. My soulmate was the lead singer of my favorite band.
This couldn't be happening.
"I take it from the silence, it is. I'll call the number now, is that alright? Are you okay, daughter?"
Words couldn't form. I could much less signle to my family that I had not had a stroke.
00d 00h 34m 58s
Time seemed to drag. He was taking forever. His security guards had already surrounded my house, pressing against the wall of rabid fangirls who were desperately trying to claw their way inside my house and take their prize- my clock. I was terrified, sitting up in my room.
I could hear the shrieks coming from outside. It must be the rest of the band members. I guess I would be spending a lot of time with them now.
00d 00h 16m 23s
"So..." My room had iced over in a layer of silence. The tension was tangible. I held 'The Winter Sun' in my grasp, trying in vain to hold onto a little piece of the real girl here. Not the one sitting up straight in her bedroom, I was the girl eating an entire bag of chips in her sweatpants. I was not the girl who appreciated having to suddenly dress up and straighten her hair. The band members loitered around my room like a group of high-schoolers.
I suddenly felt very hungry.
00d 00h 02m 19s
I made a mad dash for the sour cream and onion chips in the cabinet. I didn't care about the dress. I was really hungry, and that's all that mattered.
00d 00h 00m 00s
"Hey."
"Yo."
"Can I join you if I bring more food?"
"Sure."
We sat together and cuddled. Soul mates.
PART 1
I was free from the incessant tick tock of that accursed handcuff, a blessing withheld from all the people I had ever met.I wish I knew why they shunned the control I had.They cannot understand that I was free to do as I pleased, to smile without longing and to leap without thinking of a future where someone would catch me. I was free from overshadowing knowledge, from the intimidating realization that my lover was out there alone dreaming the same dream.
No one can tell me what the best day of my life would me. They say I already had my best day and curses be to fate for not letting me keep it as a memory but you know what I exclaim: THANK YOU FATE!. With nothing bounding my smiles in chains and pressing upon my thoughts I was as free as the roaming butterflies. Those who decidedly didn't serve time as their lord. Time needs not be a chaperone. I could orchestrate this love story and composed this ballad by myself. Time is in my hands, not on my wrist.
Strangers might think how sad this pitiable girl's tale must to not have a past to belong to or a future to welcome her. It's true that I am a stranger to my own life. I can't recall my mother's face even though she was the first who must have gazed upon my own. I cannot put a voice to my father who must have been there on my first birthday . They were the people I missed as soon I was conscious of heartbreak in that cozy orphanage. They were warm tender pieces of love that I could never wrap my hands around again. These soft bits of warm emotions had me crying.
I am proud to say I could never summon a single teardrop for that cold metal which was never a part of me. It would have been cold hearted to match my love for my mama and papa with an infatuation. I am free from the bounds of destined love and that I have no fear in saying that.
They call us the timeless orphans.
The numbers have been ticking down since the coffee shop, and the excitement inside me has reached a peak. Butterflies swirl in my stomach. I'm finally going to meet the one.
4...
3...
2...
And my eyes, somehow, meet a pair of bright brown ones across the street, crinkled up with a grin. She's crossing, now, nearly at the light, her hair blown back by the light breeze, and the sun is shining and lighting up everything-
And then the car hits her.
There's a dull ringing in my ears as I stumble back, gazing at the twisted limbs and blood.
I can't remember much from that point on, except for the man who wraps a blanket around me and sits next to me in the ambulance. All I can see is the look on her face, the one that lit up those gorgeous eyes of hers.
Later on, they tell me that I'm in shock. Fair enough, I say. I'm numb and freezing, and can't think straight.
I glance down at my wrist, waiting in the A&E. The numbers have stopped.
And a bright red 0 flashes on the broken clock.
A book slammed on my table.
"Tell me. Everything."
My best friend, pressed with anger and stressful slammed my book that said "How to show love!" on the table.
"I have no idea what you are talking about. I don't even-"
He grabbed the book and turned to the page in the section of "How to tell if you're gay and find other gays." and had it bookmarked.
"You see this!? This is YOUR book mark. You left it at my house last time you visited. What is it that you want to tell me?"
I looked at him. I always couldn't keep eye contact when confessing, so I looked at my watch. 1m 10sec. Frick. How am I gonna meet Mr/Ms. Soul Mate?
" I'm....um...I like......I want to...uh...." I stumbled. 20sec left.
"I'm....bisexual....and I....uh...like y-"
He grabbed me and, with vigor, he kissed me. I pushed him away, but I felt...lighter. I grabbed my wrist. Wet from sweating. It was gone. My watch, with a slight glimmer, said "You have met your Soul Mate." in a revolving message.
[tbc] -Sero
I looked at his wrist and his watch was gone.
He said, now lined not with stress, but with happiness: "I love you. You are the sweetest, nicest, person I know. My watch fell off when I first bumped into you, but since yours didn't, I only wanted to stay friends. I that's why I wanted to stay next to you all the time. Just to see if I really was your Soul Mate."
I turned red and felt as if I was getting heated by a microwave. I didn't know how to react. He read my body language and just grabbed me and kissed me. Everyone in the classroom was either laughing, putting this on Facebook, or gaping and pointing. We ignored them as we whispered things to each other.
-Sero
0d.0h.1m.15s. left on this damn clock, but 3 days left on this deployment. I'm really hoping it's not one of the other troops, we don't get along. Plus, that would be a distraction in this battle. I take cover behind a low wall near this farm. I start to reload, but then see a shadow to my left. I dodge, just in time for the blade to miss. I pull my boot knife, turn yo face the attacker, and stab them in the chest. Suddenly, I hear two 'click's, and look down. There are two clocks on the ground, and a growing pool of blood. I look back up to see her look back up and, just slightly, smile, as if to say "sorry". Her eyes start to dim, but she has enough strength to pull one of my grenade pins. She goes limp, and I don't move from the shock. I knew no more.
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Don't you all just love how the majority of these end in tragedy? That's not depressing or anything.
That's what makes them more heart felt, more emotional.
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It's also easier to write. Finding true love usually is just the beginning of a story. End it in tragedy and you have a finite, definite ending. End it happily ever after and it seems cliche.
I walked into the pet store.
I had been getting lonely, so I was gonna adopt a cat. I browsed through the feline section, checking the names, breeds, colors, and whatnot.
Then I saw it.
The cutest thing I had ever seen.
I closed my eyes and squeed with joy.
I ran blindly to the adorable cat.
I saw that no one had adopted him yet, so I turned to inform the worker that I was ready to adopt.
"Yes ma'am! Which one would you like?" She said.
I turned to touch the glass of the cat's container, but I touched something else.
I looked up, my watch detaching and falling to the ground with a clink.
And what I saw was the most beautiful woman I has ever seen.
As I bit down on the cardboard flavored cafateria pizza i glanced over at my best friend,Julie. Yesterday her clock had clattered to the floor in homeroom and in that moment a tall,curly haired boy had walked into the classroom with wide eyes and a goofy grin on his face. She had shot up from her seat and ran at him,throwing her arms around his neck. The whole class had clapped and cheered while I roled my eyes in annoyance. Don't get me wrong,I was extremely happy for Julie,but this whole soul mate clock thing wasn't really my cup of tea. It seemed like nobody wanted a surprise in their life. That's why I always had a ribbon tied around my wrist. Julie was currently ignoring me as her and her soul mate, Jace, were having a deep conversation. They were laughing and smiling at each other like they were love sick puppies. That was another thing I hated about the clocks. As soon as you meet your soul mate you're expected to fall madly in love with them. I guess the Society new nothin
g about wanting to get to know someone. As I finished off my pizza, I got up to throw my trash away when suddenly I turned and someone walked straight into me. The half drunken carton of milk spilled all over my shirt and the tray clattered to the floor. I looked up in shock and was met with startling blue eyes. As my gaze traveled lower I recognized his signature smirk and worn out leather jacket. It was non other than the schools very own ass hole,Ryker Mathews. I gaped in shock as his eyes lowered to my chest where the milk was currently dripping down my shirt. He chuckled in amusement. "That's a good look for you,Anna." My cheeks warmed,and I felt anger boil inside me as I looked down at the floor,but as my eyes traveled to the ground I caught a glimpse at Ryker's clock. My heart felt like it had stopped,just like Ryker's clock had stopped and dropped to the floor. I quickly ripped the ribbon from my wrist and watched as my clock fell to the ground.
I turned to the last page in my book then glanced at this stupid watch. 00w 00d 00h 04m 20s
Oh god, I thought. So little time left! Quickly I finished my book, got up, and started looking for another.
00w 00d 00h 02m 46s
Looking down the isle of books, I saw the school's resident jock. Dylan Rider. The football star. The jerk. The apparent book lover? Weird, who knew? I looked up at the shelf and saw my favorite series. Harry Potter. Hmmm, it won't hurt to read it again, would it?
00w 00d 00h 01m 02s
I reached up for the first book and flipped to the first page. Walking back down the row of books, I started to read the first page.
00w 00d 00h 00m 56s
Obviously not paying attention to my surroundings, I slammed into somebody going the other way and fell on top of them. I looked to see who it was and saw their bright green eyes. We leaned closer until our lips finally touched.
00w 00d 00h 00m 00s
I hardly even noticed when my clock fell off. (tbc)
As I pulled back gasping for air, I finally saw the person I slammed into. Dylan Rider. Looking down at our wrists, I saw both clocks on the floor, each one stopped at zero. He was doing the same thing. We looked back to each other. "Hi," we both said at the same time.[the end]
3sec
2sec
1sec
That's when it happened I felt the knife cut across my throat and my wallet being taken out of my purse as well as the feeling of the clock stop. I remember the look on his face when he realized what he had done, I had tried to tell him it was alright but the blood that came gurgling out didn't reassure him. That is the last thing I remember, and I'm not upset I don't blame him. I just wish I could have seen him smile...
"Yea...I know right..." I scoff, looking at her bright red hair as she looks up at me, her clock in her hands...
"Hi..." She says, face a bright shade of red. I stand wide eyed looking at her. I sigh and smile.
She smiles back.
Pt.1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I sat at my table at lunch wondering what she looks like and taking the occasional glance at my clock 0d 0h 20m 42s I would meet her after lunch 0d 20m 30s I could hardly wait but then I heard a beep looking at my clock it had stopped. I broke down and begain to cry I couldn't think and friends came running to see what was wrong and gasped when they saw my clock next thing I knew I was home in my moms arms and she was hugging my tight "it's ok sweetheart it's ok" she tried to reassure me I waited a day thinking something must have gone wrong still nothing I waited another and my clock was still stuck at 0d 0h 19m 52s I waited a month and I started to give up I waited a year and forgot all about it watching happily as my friends all found their soulmates after I forgot something changed and I didn't notice for a few minutes but then I heard a tic then a toc I looked down and my clock read 0d 0h 13m 24s I shouted as loud as I could then thought
Even so, my heart speeds as I make my way through the shelves filled with musky-smelling books. At least my Soul Mate should be a book lover, I'd be disappointed if it were otherwise.
I hadn't looked at my clock since it froze in the middle of the class when I was fifteen; the numbers stuck reading "1 w. 2 d. 3 h. 15 m. 30s.". I had been angry. Back then, I was always ready for my Prince (or Princess) Charming to come. After that incident, though, I swore off love, threw it from my life. Why be miserable while everyone around you is happy? But the clock started. Almost ten years later, it restarted in the middle of the night; snapped to life like it was never broken in the first place.
One week, two days, three hours, and ten minutes later, here I am
Fourty seconds. Thirty-nine. Thirty-eight. Thirty-seven. People are beginning to notice me, sweaty palms, arms full of books. They're smiling; they know that it means. I wish they wouldn't smile, this is terrifying.
Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. I make my way to the center off the store.
Three. Two. One. The click of the clock sounds as it falls off my wrist, a tap on my shoulder signals that they've arrived. I turn, expecting to see a face with an expression mirroring my own, instead, I see the barrel of a gun aimed at my forehead.
"Sorry, love, but I don't believe in this shit. Neither should you"
The gun fires.
I knew this clock was broken.
My heart beat faster than it ever did, and my heartbeat was louder than it ever was. "Where are you?" I never thought I'd care about this moment. All my life, I've always pretended I can love someone who isn't meant for me. Now that I'm 27, I'm starting to lose all hope. I've gotten my heart broken many, many times, and I covered my wrist to prevent myself from giving a shit.
"Come on," I urged, glancing over my wrist as time read '7 seconds'.
'6', it counted down, picking up the pace as I skimmed the crowd for anyone who seemed as frantic.
'4' "Please..."
And there he was, pulling his sweater down to cover those numbers. Looking around- looking for me?, I asked myself- to find his soulmate.
I approached him, eager to start a life, happy because I've finally fulfilled the purpose of this wretched clock that's haunted me.
His wry smile wore down as he took my hand, gaping at the numbers. '0 seconds', it said.
"Where have you been all my life?" His sadness pierced me. 'What could possibly be so wrong? Shouldn't he be happy?'
"Cole!"
A tall woman tagging her son along had called my soulmate Cole. "So that's his name." I thought. But why-
"Hey," He beamed as he took his son in his arms. "Meet Emily," he paused. "my wife."
Not once did I ever think that this would be a countdown to the moment my world comes crashing around me.
00d 02h 13m 08s, my clock read.
I felt my grip tighten under the fragile page of the book I was reading.
Inwardly, I chided myself. I shouldn't be nearly ripping out the pages of a library book.
00d 02h 09m 43s
Instead of focusing on the ever ticking countdown, I turned my attention to the fast-moving plot of 'The Winter Sun' a fantasy novel. The starch words soon blocked out the relentless ticking.
"Come quickly! You have to see this!" My mother ran onto the porch, disturbing my book.
"Yes mom? What do I need to see?" I asked.
"A celebrity countdown! It could be yours, sweetie,"My mother cooed.
"Mom," I began. "My clock has to have another hour on it, at the very least. And I can't possibly have a celebrity as a soulmate, Mom. Let's be real."
"But it's from that band you like, dear."
That definitely raised the stakes.
Reluctantly, I shut 'The Winter Sun' and trudged inside.
00d 00h 47m 12s
Had I really been reading for that long? It felt like minutes. I now had 47 minutes to go, before I could meet my soul mate.
"Sweetie," my mother called. "You should watch this. Is your clock on 47m and 08s? Is it?"
It was.
Oh. My clock was on the same time as a celebrity's. My soulmate was the lead singer of my favorite band.
This couldn't be happening.
"I take it from the silence, it is. I'll call the number now, is that alright? Are you okay, daughter?"
Words couldn't form. I could much less signle to my family that I had not had a stroke.
00d 00h 34m 58s
Time seemed to drag. He was taking forever. His security guards had already surrounded my house, pressing against the wall of rabid fangirls who were desperately trying to claw their way inside my house and take their prize- my clock. I was terrified, sitting up in my room.
00d 00h 16m 23s
"So..." My room had iced over in a layer of silence. The tension was tangible. I held 'The Winter Sun' in my grasp, trying in vain to hold onto a little piece of the real girl here. Not the one sitting up straight in her bedroom, I was the girl eating an entire bag of chips in her sweatpants. I was not the girl who appreciated having to suddenly dress up and straighten her hair. The band members loitered around my room like a group of high-schoolers.
I suddenly felt very hungry.
00d 00h 02m 19s
I made a mad dash for the sour cream and onion chips in the cabinet. I didn't care about the dress. I was really hungry, and that's all that mattered.
00d 00h 00m 00s
"Hey."
"Yo."
"Can I join you if I bring more food?"
"Sure."
We sat together and cuddled. Soul mates.
I was free from the incessant tick tock of that accursed handcuff, a blessing withheld from all the people I had ever met.I wish I knew why they shunned the control I had.They cannot understand that I was free to do as I pleased, to smile without longing and to leap without thinking of a future where someone would catch me. I was free from overshadowing knowledge, from the intimidating realization that my lover was out there alone dreaming the same dream.
No one can tell me what the best day of my life would me. They say I already had my best day and curses be to fate for not letting me keep it as a memory but you know what I exclaim: THANK YOU FATE!. With nothing bounding my smiles in chains and pressing upon my thoughts I was as free as the roaming butterflies. Those who decidedly didn't serve time as their lord. Time needs not be a chaperone. I could orchestrate this love story and composed this ballad by myself. Time is in my hands, not on my wrist.
I am proud to say I could never summon a single teardrop for that cold metal which was never a part of me. It would have been cold hearted to match my love for my mama and papa with an infatuation. I am free from the bounds of destined love and that I have no fear in saying that.
They call us the timeless orphans.
4...
3...
2...
And my eyes, somehow, meet a pair of bright brown ones across the street, crinkled up with a grin. She's crossing, now, nearly at the light, her hair blown back by the light breeze, and the sun is shining and lighting up everything-
And then the car hits her.
There's a dull ringing in my ears as I stumble back, gazing at the twisted limbs and blood.
I can't remember much from that point on, except for the man who wraps a blanket around me and sits next to me in the ambulance. All I can see is the look on her face, the one that lit up those gorgeous eyes of hers.
Later on, they tell me that I'm in shock. Fair enough, I say. I'm numb and freezing, and can't think straight.
I glance down at my wrist, waiting in the A&E. The numbers have stopped.
And a bright red 0 flashes on the broken clock.
"Tell me. Everything."
My best friend, pressed with anger and stressful slammed my book that said "How to show love!" on the table.
"I have no idea what you are talking about. I don't even-"
He grabbed the book and turned to the page in the section of "How to tell if you're gay and find other gays." and had it bookmarked.
"You see this!? This is YOUR book mark. You left it at my house last time you visited. What is it that you want to tell me?"
I looked at him. I always couldn't keep eye contact when confessing, so I looked at my watch. 1m 10sec. Frick. How am I gonna meet Mr/Ms. Soul Mate?
" I'm....um...I like......I want to...uh...." I stumbled. 20sec left.
"I'm....bisexual....and I....uh...like y-"
He grabbed me and, with vigor, he kissed me. I pushed him away, but I felt...lighter. I grabbed my wrist. Wet from sweating. It was gone. My watch, with a slight glimmer, said "You have met your Soul Mate." in a revolving message.
[tbc] -Sero
He said, now lined not with stress, but with happiness: "I love you. You are the sweetest, nicest, person I know. My watch fell off when I first bumped into you, but since yours didn't, I only wanted to stay friends. I that's why I wanted to stay next to you all the time. Just to see if I really was your Soul Mate."
I turned red and felt as if I was getting heated by a microwave. I didn't know how to react. He read my body language and just grabbed me and kissed me. Everyone in the classroom was either laughing, putting this on Facebook, or gaping and pointing. We ignored them as we whispered things to each other.
-Sero
I had been getting lonely, so I was gonna adopt a cat. I browsed through the feline section, checking the names, breeds, colors, and whatnot.
Then I saw it.
The cutest thing I had ever seen.
I closed my eyes and squeed with joy.
I ran blindly to the adorable cat.
I saw that no one had adopted him yet, so I turned to inform the worker that I was ready to adopt.
"Yes ma'am! Which one would you like?" She said.
I turned to touch the glass of the cat's container, but I touched something else.
I looked up, my watch detaching and falling to the ground with a clink.
And what I saw was the most beautiful woman I has ever seen.
Oh god, I thought. So little time left! Quickly I finished my book, got up, and started looking for another.
00w 00d 00h 02m 46s
Looking down the isle of books, I saw the school's resident jock. Dylan Rider. The football star. The jerk. The apparent book lover? Weird, who knew? I looked up at the shelf and saw my favorite series. Harry Potter. Hmmm, it won't hurt to read it again, would it?
00w 00d 00h 01m 02s
I reached up for the first book and flipped to the first page. Walking back down the row of books, I started to read the first page.
00w 00d 00h 00m 56s
Obviously not paying attention to my surroundings, I slammed into somebody going the other way and fell on top of them. I looked to see who it was and saw their bright green eyes. We leaned closer until our lips finally touched.
00w 00d 00h 00m 00s
I hardly even noticed when my clock fell off. (tbc)