The Weird Clock
The weird clock was hanging from the overhang of a building. It appeared to me as an abnormally large pocket watch strapped with two golden chains. Its pendulous motion was hypnotizing me in a way in which I am unable to control myself. As I watched closer, I noticed that the longest hand had strike fifteen. It was time to get back to work. After wasting a few minutes of my time, wandering in the garden across from my workplace, I decided to get back to the cubicle before it starts overloading with assignments. My eyes gave over and I started to walk across the street. As I was strolling towards the stairway, I noticed something odd. Was that clock there before? No, It cannot be. What I had seen was the same old clock I had seen earlier. The same golden chains hanging down from the ceiling. Its circular glass surface, attracting me into its mysterious mechanical organs. I left the scene in an instant hoping this would just be a nightmare or ...