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Emma Eismontaite

Emma Eismontaite

Email: emute9@hotmail.co.uk

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About Me:Hello! My name is Emma, and I'm fifteen. I do tennis as well as horse-riding. Also, I love Art and English, and have chosen to write stories because I love creative writing! x

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The Talking Clock

The Talking Clock

 

    One sunny morning, when the luscious breeze was blowing gently, calmly, sweetly; when the trees’ leaves grew thick and emerald-green, swaying slightly, the sun shining on the fresh, long grass that was cut down short so that you could see little worms, beetles, caterpillars and baby spiders scuttling around in the undergrowth. It was the day that the flowers sprouted their petals and welcoming colourful butterflies and buzzing bees warmly sucked their delicious nectar.

     But it was also a day when Madison, a lovely, young girl with blonde hair and freckles; who was all smiles, came out into the little village to stroll around. It was a peaceful village with a small stream trickling through the centre of it, near the calm church.

     She was just walking past a lady walking her kind dashed dog, whistling a merry tune, when she saw a friendly toymaker’s shop. Moistening her dry lips after whistling for so long, she decided to be brave and step inside. As soon as she had put a foot in it, Madison knew that she had done the right thing. She looked around in awe, glancing around, wanting to take her time and take everything in. There were: wooden animals carved out carefully, wooden cars and objects like footballs and shoes that were beautifully cut into various shapes. There were wooden key chains and badges with wooden pins, also wooden people with all sorts of expressions on their faces or doing interesting actions.

      But there was one particular wooden clock on the counter that drew Madison towards it. It was strange, because it was just an ordinary clock, but somehow she wanted to buy it so badly, even though she hadn’t bought any money with her.

      The peculiar wooden clock had no carved face, but had a ticking rhythm and wooden arms and legs that were stiff as stone. Or so Madison thought.

      She picked it up and peered all around it, when it made strange gurgling noises. Startled, she quickly put it back onto the counter. She stared at it, as the disturbing noise continued, louder and louder. Then, to Madison’s huge surprise, the arms and legs creaked a little, then moved, as if it had been frozen for centuries and it was hard to make the arms and legs move again.

      But then Madison realised that it was making movements towards her.

      “I,” it began, slowly sounding out the words. “Have. Been waiting. For. You. Madison.”

      “Me?” asked Madison, looking around to check that there wasn’t another Madison around. Unfortunately, there wasn’t.

      “Come with me, young lady,” said the clock surprisingly.

      “What? I don’t understand. But why didn’t you speak normally before, like you are now, instead of making those actions?”

     But the clock didn’t reply. It was too busy blabbering on about something that Madison should do. But, right at that precise moment, the toymaker burst out of a door and looked at Madison.

     “What would you like to buy, young lady?” asked the toymaker.

     But Madison didn’t reply. She just grabbed the clock in her hands and ran out of the shop as fast as she could.      

 

                              

                                      To be continued.        

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