Literature
Tick Tock
Tick tock.
Darkness.
Tick tock.
A strange feeling of being upside down, swinging. Rustling and movement could be heard as well as the leaves. Outside, I was outside.
Tick tock.
A clock, most definitely a clock, where was I?
Tick tock.
That sound seemed to fill up my whole being. It made me unable to hear anything else.
Tick tock.
The rustling got softer and softer as the ticking got louder and louder, the swinging sensation adding to my nausea.
Tick tock.
Now it was quieter, slower. What was happening?
Tick tock.
I could hear the movement of legs now, definitely legs, there was no mistake.
Tick tock.
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