The Creative Writing Corner

[avant-garde]

I have a watch that's similar

To the one within this picture

It may not be glossy

But it has a certain shine

A fob watch with its numbers

But I see no second hand

Can you see the gears?

As the hours turn?

I find clocks rather calming

In fact near me I have nine

Four digital, five analog

And all can tell the time

The ticking of a clock

Brings my heartrate down

Has me breathing better

Each second with the sound

I'm actually good at fixing them

I've fixed some worth hundreds

One I have is priceless

And means the world to me

I like to tell the time

Keep my life on schedule

Schedule doesn't fail me

Is something I often say

The beauty in a timepiece

Whether smart or dumb

Whether analog or digital

Is one the world can't overcome

From timezones to routines

To knowing when the bus comes

How long it takes to drive

Counting on the traffic

Or this timepiece in the picture

With its smooth polish

It's minutes around the edges

And it's lack of cover

It's a beautiful masterpiece

Of architectural design

Though not something I would wear

I have other clocks in mind

@NightFury @Jynx @Shaz51 @MissGremlin @Ruby26 

[NightFury]

I have a watch that's similar too @avant-garde it was my Grandmothers. It's a wind up one and I love the tick tick sound it makes. 

[Jynx]

Love it @avant-garde - reminds me of this quote (even though it sort of has the opposite message lol) -

“Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t.

You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie.

Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays.

Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.

A fear of time running out.”

- Mitch Albom

I love that you love clocks, and even know how to repair them!! Such tiny gears.... 😮

I'm impressed! 😍💜

[NightFury]

Our writing prompt for the week...

 

@Jynx @avant-garde @Ruby26 @MissGremlin @Penguincat @heartathome 

[MissGremlin]

There's many doors in front of me,

will one of them set me free?

I open one, but it's just more pain,

another disappointment, another strain.

I try another, but it's bare,

a dead end, a trap, nothing good there.

The next door creaks, but inside is dark,

a place where even hope can’t leave a mark.

Still I open more, I push ahead,

fighting the voices that fill my head.

Maybe just one, one with light,

but doubt starts to fill me, it's hard to fight.

I hesitate, my heart unsure,

each door a test, each step a blur.

What if the next one’s worse than the last?

what if the door just brings up the past?

Yet I turn the handle, just to see,

could this door be the one for me?

A spark, a flicker, soft and small,

maybe, just maybe, it’ll break the fall.

@NightFury @avant-garde @Jynx @Shaz51 @AuntGlow 

[NightFury]

Thank you for sharing @MissGremlin I can hear your hope in this poem. 

[MissGremlin]

@NightFury it was subtle but it was there, I feel my hope is only there subconsciously at the moment. It doesn't usually come out when I write so it was actually nice to see it. 

[NightFury]

Fia pressed her nose against the dusty windowpane of the door. The glass was frosted with age making it impossible to see through. With a sigh, She peeled her face from the door.

"All ya gotta do is knock on the damn thing, Fia, "She mumbled under her breath."It really ain't that hard."

The money she would get from this delivery would put food in her belly for a week, maybe longer if she was careful. She couldn't let her nerves get in the way. Lifting a grubby hand, Fia tried to pat down her too wild red curls before balling her fingers into a fist and setting her knuckles against the faded, peeling green paint. The first knock was faint, barely audible. With a frustrated grunt, She knocked again, harder and louder this time.

Heavy footsteps sounded from within, followed by a series of thumps, bangs and crashes."Yeah, what do ya want?" Grumbled a gruff, muffled voice from the other side of the door.

"Sorry to interrupt ya sir, I'm sure ya real busy..." She started only to be interrupted...

" Will ya Just hurry it up.?"

Rolling her eyes, She let out a long slow breath. she always talked more than what she needed to, especially when she was nervous. It's like her mouth moved on its own accord.

"Penrose sent me ta pick up his order." She called back through the door.

There was a pause then," Is that all?"

Fia frowned, this wasn't going the way it was supposed to, then it came to her.

"He told me to tell ya his Gran passed a kidney stone."

There was a loud scraping sound, followed by a click and the door creaked open, not far, Just enough for the owner of the gruff voice to shove a rough spun bag into her chest, causing her to stumble backwards in response.

" Give Penrose my regard, "he huffed as he slammed the door closed.

Fia wrapped her arms around the bag, cradling it to her chest.

"Ya welcome, " She called back to the closed door in her best, most smart alec voice, before turning her back and walking away. 

@MissGremlin @Jynx @avant-garde @Shaz51 @Ruby26 @Penguincat @AuntGlow @heartathome 

[MissGremlin]

@NightFury that was great to read, I found myself reading it in an accent. Thankyou for sharing sweet and well done ☺️

[NightFury]

I have a new writing prompt for us all...

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