A short story, written in place of a school assignment. It’s a shorter version of a long novel I’ve plotted out.

Clockwork.

Humming over the large bridge, a small old car drives slowly through the crammed in traffic. Inside sits a woman and a snoozing teenager. Suddenly, the boy thrusts up and hits his head on the small ceiling of the car. Whining, he lies back down and tries to doze off once again. » Continue Reading

In our English class, we were given an assignment that lets you choose what type writing you’d like to do. I picked to write a short story. It’s been a plot that’s been stuck in my head for a while, and I finally figured out how to start this story. It’s of a teenaged boy, moving to a quiet town. Located in the town was a clock shop, no one knows how long the clock shop’s been there, nor do they know much about man working their. Apparently the store was ran by his family for as long as anyone can remember, but a strange legend rumours the town.

 ”Have you ever heard of the man with a clockwork heart?”