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The Violin

2013-01-23T17:32:35-08:00

Author: the clockwork gallery
General
English, Rated: K+
Angst/General
Chapters: 1, Words: 636, Reviews: 3, Complete

She is blinded by a bright light, greeted by the blare from a horn, and her ears pierced by the screeching of wheels trying to halt. She tries to get out of the path of the uncontrolled car, tries to avoid the crash, raising her hand as a shield even though she knows it wouldn't help. It's too late... Copyright January 23rd, 2013. You may NOT copy without my permission.

As Long As We're Together

2012-11-30T14:56:18-08:00

Author: the clockwork gallery
Supernatural
English, Rated: K+
Sci-Fi/Supernatural
Chapters: 1, Words: 2,177, Reviews: 5, Complete

What? What is it that scares you in the shadowy forest, in the deep ravines, in the empty chasm that is fate? What about those shadows? What about the creeping fingers of death, the whispers you hear? The dark rumors, the evil that haunts everyone. What is it? Everyone has to die some day, and you are no different. Copyright November 30th, 2012. Do not copy without my permission.

With One Last Feeble Voice

2012-10-25T16:54:03-08:00

Author: the clockwork gallery
Sci-Fi
English, Rated: K+
Sci-Fi/Fantasy
Chapters: 1, Words: 1,703, Reviews: 1, Complete

The house sits on a lonely end of a crumbled street, waiting...waiting...waiting... Meanwhile, things inside click and turn, gears and springs working. What the house is actually doing is a mystery, up to you, reader, to journey in and explore its depths. Are you ready? Or are you too scared...? Copyright October 25th, 2012. You may NOT copy without my permission first.

This I Believe

2012-09-21T17:20:51-08:00

Author: the clockwork gallery
Essay
English, Rated: K
General
Chapters: 1, Words: 571, Reviews: 4, Complete

One-shot written at school for a project and inspired by NPR's This I Believe essay program. My philosophy in this essay is on the cruelty of life and how they relate to sand castles... Just look inside and to view this world from my perspective. I hope you enjoy. And as usual, this thing: Copyright September 21st, 2012. You may NOT copy any of this without my permission first.

The Girl Who Sought Light

2012-08-10T14:17:13-08:00

Author: the clockwork gallery
Life
English, Rated: K
Family/Poetry
Chapters: 1, Words: 405, Reviews: 2, Complete

This is my own poem which is inspired by a famous character in history, Helen Keller. It takes you through the most important events in her life. Unlike so many of us who actually CAN see, Helen is a girl who will always seek to find the light her eyes will never perceive. I think she has found it, don't you? Copyright August 10th, 2012. You may NOT copy without my permission.

Stop the Hate!

2012-07-31T09:13:01-08:00

Author: the clockwork gallery
General
English, Rated: T
Tragedy/General
Chapters: 1, Words: 493, Reviews: 5, Complete

Stop the hate. Stop flaming. Stop hating. Stop BULLYING. We are all human. All humans are created equal. No one has a right to constantly bash another one's feelings. Think before you click. Think before you post. Most importantly though, every single human, no matter what race, what religion, what gender, what opinions, they are all have feelings. A story against cyber-bullying.

The Voyage of the SS Billy Bob Joe

2012-07-26T15:36:12-08:00

Author: the clockwork gallery
Humor
English, Rated: K+
Parody/Humor
Chapters: 1, Words: 776, Reviews: 2, Complete

This story is basically this random parody about a voyage of a cargo ship named the SS Billy Bob Joe, which is controlled by an evil wizard from outside a bottle. And what's this about a Porta-Potty and a circus? Created at this camp. Randomness and hilariousness is found everywhere inside! One-shot. Copyright July 26th, 2012. You may NOT copy any of this without our permission.

Guilt

2012-06-04T17:06:42-08:00

Author: the clockwork gallery
Romance
English, Rated: T
Tragedy/Romance
Chapters: 1, Words: 1,424, Reviews: 4, Complete

It's still in my mind. It was my fault he died. People said it wasn't. But it was. The guilt rested on my shoulders and my shoulders alone. And what we might've had is now lost, tossed into the deep sea, blown away in the wind, gone from this world forever, no more than a shattered dream... My first one-shot! Copyright June 4th, 2012. You may NOT copy without my permission