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When the Clock Strikes Midnight

Little city, little place, busy people, small town, But the fun just begins when the smiling sun goes down. There are things that might just seem, like something, just so small, A little shadow, passing by, but no, not at all... Some things creep, in the deep, quickly, silently hiding, But it's not even good yet, it'll get exciting. They're all anxious, waiting, waiting, for the special time, Ten minutes, five, three, one, until they hear the clock chime. Then suddenly, it's twelve, the time, the chime has now come, Creeping, crawling, screaming, bawling, all the light succumb. Screaming, agony, feel the excruciating pain, Fire, death, the pain, intense, binding you with burning chains. They'll skin you, rip you, stab and pin you, not one can help.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 11/10/2017 5:23:00 PM
Interesting write, Jan. Not an easy position for anyone to be in... thanks sharing and I hope it works out. Regards, John.
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Date: 11/10/2017 5:18:00 PM
Interesting write, Ally. I like how you built up the mystery and then unleash these unnamed monsters! Regards, John.
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