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Friday Fiction Challenge – Carry On The Story

I kicked this off last week but since there was only one response I thought we might extend the run of it a little bit.

Below you will find the opening of a story. The first part I wrote, the second part was written by Kaleiyah Prose. All you need to do is carry the story on in the comments below. Have fun.

The pocket watch has sixteen hands and they all pointed in the same direction. Twelve. It was ridiculous really, who would want a watch that didn’t tell the time, never mind one that had sixteen hands, none of which had ever moved a millimetre. Marcel clicked the watch closed and slid it inside his jacket pocket. He was used to the weight of it bumping against his ribs as he walked and when it wasn’t there he missed it. Missed the useless bit of junk like a limb.
He waited for the little man to light up green on the crossing and checked both ways. The way was clear and he followed as the crowds surged forward, carrying him from one side of the road to the other.
Forty-Seven, Ivy Road. He counted the numbers beside the doors of the shops as he passed. Forty-Nine, Fifty-One, Fifty-Three…
There was a space between the end of Fifty-One and Fifty Five. Barely wide enough for a grown man to squeeze through but just about there. He ran over the address in his head  and counted down the street again. Yes he decided. He’d found the right place.
Inside his gloves he could feel his fingers itching, impatient to get to work. They were trembling too.
One step, that was all it would take.
One step…

by Carol J Forrester

Bzzzt!
One would think that after passing through an interdimensional rifts for a living, one would get used to it. But without fail, Marcel felt the sting across his spine straighten each of his vertebrae and the tell-tale heaviness settling across his body like an ocean wave. His vision blurred briefly, but returned to normal after blinking a few times. Instinctively, and to ground his mind and body in this new rift, he reached inside his jacket pocket to touch the familiar metal of his watch.
Only this time, he felt nothing but his jacket’s cloth.

by Kaleigah Prose

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Carol Forrester is a twenty-three year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.

5 Comments

  1. It was there he was sure it was there. He frantically searched all his pockets. Watches he thought don’t just up and vanish. It had to be there somewhere. He knew from the moment he purchased it that it was odd. After all, what’s the point of the sixteen hands? What did it know about time anyway? He’d heard rumours of variations of time. One suggesting that there were really eight days in the week. The sixteen hands may be connected with that he thought. He felt a lump in his shoe and discovered his watch nestling there. How did that happen he wondered. He lifted it up, aware that for a watch with so many hands it was incredibly light. Still the hands all pointed to the twelve.

  2. The point was the rumors were starting to prove true , some how time and dimensions were shifting . Back when he first discovered the ability of the watch he could travel the conduits between dimensions and arrive precisely when he planned to, it was becoming more unpredictible now , dangerous , there were some realities that you just didn’t want to visit . Marcel sighed he had to find out what was going on , he caught his reflection in an abandoned shop window , a late 20’s heavily stubbled man looked back, the same face he had seen 90 years ago reflected in the glass of the damned watch .

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