\"Writing.Com
*Magnify*
SPONSORED LINKS
Printed from https://writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1170950-World-of-Clocks
Item Icon
Rated: E · Short Story · Other · #1170950
You really shouldnt eat late...
"Just keep running!" said Martha. Your probably wondering why or what I'm doing. Well, lets see, I'm in the middle of the forest running from something. My best friends Jamie and Tom, are running with me through this forest for our lives. Earlier today I was walking home from school when all this happened. Our house just "happned" to have a portal to the next world.
"Tom give me the rope!" yelled Jamie.
"Here!"
"Whats the rope for?"
"Just watch" replied Jamie. She then grabbed the rope and threw it up upon the tree branch. Automatically we knew what to do from there on. We both jumped, grabbed on the rope, and climbed up safely.
"Phew" sighed Martha.
"When do you think it will come back?" asked Tom.
"Soon.." replied Jamie.
We all looked down and saw the tracks all around the tree we were sitting on. Broken branches everywhere and not an animal in sight.

Alright, let me tell you how this all came to be. On December 15th 2005 we were walking home from school to start our Christmas break. We ran through the doors like buffalo's stampede. The only thing that ruined my day was that the sky was darker than usual. It was kind of creepy if you think about it. Tom and Jamie just ignored it. As we walked down the road I saw something shuffling through the bushes. At first we thought it was a bunny or a skinny alley cat, but then we saw its mouth. I'm telling you I've never seen teeth of an animal that bad of odor or stained. Jamie as usual went ewwwww and Tom just said awesome but as for me, I'm wondering what it ate. Anyways we walked away to our houses, got home did homework and then...played World of Clocks.
World of Clocks is the best thing ever. Time is your best friend and your worst enemy. As we were playing I smelled that bad odor again.
"Mom wheres the Febreeze?" yelled Martha
"Why sweety?"
"O, well, theres a bad odor in the house"
"Its under the sink in the bathroom."
"Thanks mom!"
"No problems honey." exclaimed Martha's Mom.
So I went to the bathroom went under the stinks and well I found the source of the bad odor. It was that animal again, I cant remember what its called but it looks like a cat, dog, bird, and a bear combined. The weird thing was it couldnt stop staring at me with its red beady eyes. I yelled for my friends but they were too into the game.
Any move I made it came a little closer...I moved my arm and it almost bit me, so I started to run. I grabbed my friends and we ran. Down the stairs, around the kitchen corner and into the yard. The mutated bear chased after me and here we are, in the forest. So from where I left off we were in a tree...joy...
"We have to come down some time Tom" said Martha, Tom was shaking and trying to look for something to hug on besides a teddy bear.
"Yea calm down Tom, we will be ok."
"All-ri--ght gggguys"shivered Tom
"Martha, why is this...this thing following you?"exclaimed Jamie
"Well, I've always wanted to be a dentist maybe thats why."
After Martha had spoken, the mutated bear jumped up and started to pull Tom down.
"AHHHH!!!"screamed Tom.
"Jamie! Give me the rope!"yelled Martha
I caught the rope, wrapped it around Tom's leg and we both started to pull. After 5min of pulling we finnally had worn the bear down. It licked it wounds of the branches poking into his chest like a sharp pin into a ballon. As it limped away, we slowly started heading down. Tom wasnt hurt too bad, he just had rather not have leaves down his shirt and up his pants. We went home and of course my mother didnt notice the wounds and the panting and yelled, "DONT TRACK MUD INTO THIS FLOOR YOUNG LADY!"
"Its okay mom, I'll limp over to the mop."sighed Martha
After fixing everything up and using every last bandage, I started to feel like someone was poking me, no one was around me ethier. Then I looked outside in the middle of day and it became night. All of a sudden the bear appeared right after me and jumped! Right as it was about to eat me alive, I woke up.
"Man, I really shouldnt eat late when playing World of Clocks."moaned Martha.



© Copyright 2006 The Mysterious Black Knight (volpes at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Printed from https://writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1170950-World-of-Clocks