Friday, July 25, 2008

Time Flies

The pair danced back and fourth as deadly flashes of steel kept them apart. Clanging of their weapons melded seamlessly with the ticking of the massive clockworks in the tower.

“In the name of Queen and country, I demand your surrender,” the man in red called out between labored breaths.

“This is only the eve of what is to follow,” the man dressed in black retorted. His thin black mustache bounced and weaved, punctuating each word. “I can not allow you to stop me.”

The dark clad man lepta backwards onto a giant turning gear. Hesitating, the guard glanced down at the depths of the tower below them before following. The duo leapt from gear to cogs to gears again on their way down through the bowels of the clock tower. Staying one step ahead the man in black led the way. Exhausted, the guard faltered a step or two, but never gave up the chase.

“It is the dawn of a new era,” the darkly clad one shouted as they neared the bottom. The guard clutched his sword and lunged forward. Far above them an explosion echoed through the confined tower. Metal and fire rained down upon the pain. Massive mechanical parts came crashing down. The clock hands flew off and crashed into the building across the street.


  1. I really enjoy your wiritng. I feel like I am "right there". You have great talent and I now look forward to reading your blog everyday!!

  2. Yes, I remember reading this. I definitely like. You start everyone of these posts out so nicely. Sunday, Yes, but I will call to confirm. Oh yeah, I can't meet your motha for dinner tomorrow, got plans with ya dad!

  3. Thank you. When I write work like "Time Flies" I always picture it like a movie being played in front of me. The trick is figuring out how to write something so that other "viewers" see what I see.

    Thank you for the comments. I'll be cutting down to Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and Tim is planning on posting on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and weekends. I hope you stick around and keep reading.