Time

WritingPrompt9

His heart stopped the day the clock stopped ticking. It’s been ticking in his head since he was born, and now it’s stopped. What does it mean? Had he finally gone insane? Had he gone deaf? The next thing he knew, a blinding light shone across his city, and then the world. Once it disappeared, he looked around him and noticed everyone standing still. As he approached a woman next to him, she looked perfectly preserved. But when he touched her skin, it was a cold hard plastic. Silence never felt so loud.

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An outgoing, introverted writer who likes to lie about being outgoing. Talking to your cat at all hours of the night does not count as outgoing; but it doesn't stop her. She is also just as comfortable being at the beach as she is standing in a pile of cactus. If you want to really impress this unique specimen, offer her a box of your best wine.

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