Prologue

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Riddles  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: April 17, 2016

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Bones crush and turn to dust, but the clock keeps on ticking, never stopping. As you sit there, in the uncomfy chair that looked far too fake with it’s shining rubber, you begin to ponder things, the shadows that licked your brain with the utmost glee. All the while that clock was still ticking. Your eyes dart to the left, then the right, and finally, settle onto the door that would hold your fate. Behind that very door, was the final chapter of this story. It’s been a long, long, story. You still can’t decide to feel pride or grief, maybe even defiance, however, it’s too late now. The ticking would continue, but time will cease to exist any minute now. There were good times, and bad times, but you supposed this is what happens to those who walk off the path like you do. The cold metal collar around your neck, the one they put on you to keep yourself in check, oh how it itched. The lifeless handcuffs weren't any better either. You could probably break out of those cuffs, but this collar on your neck would prevent your escape from this destiny. Then just like that, footsteps could be heard. Well hooray for you, praise the queen as you, the pawn, are about to be sacrificed. As if to rub salt into the wound, the voice of the clock bellowed out, declaring the time, the time you no longer had. As the door slowly creaked open, bringing forth a light that this dark room lacked, you feel a deep emotion stir in you. An expression is born.


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