In a clock tower not too far from where this story is being written a terrible tragedy occurred some many years ago. This incident was not an accident nor was it coincidence; the gripping tale you are about to read of was nothing short of murder. Bloodthirsty, cold hearted, misguided murder. You’re curious now, aren’t you reader? You wonder what possibly could have happened in a clock tower that was so gruesome it deserved to be retold. Well, sit back, order a large thin crust cheese Pizza Hut pizza, and read what happened one fateful winter in the Beckman City Clock Tower.
Before I start though, reader, I must warn you. This story is not for the faint of heart. There are battles fought for pure revenge, scenes of intense discussion that you may not be prepared for, and romantic pursuits that are not appropriate for all ages. So dear reader, if you are up for the challenge continue on. If you aren’t, stop now and go find a different story with unicorns, rainbows, and a happy ending; for you won’t find those here. Now, without further ado (or further interruption from me), I do present The Tragic Tale of the Tall Time Ticking Tower.
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It was a bleary, blustery winter day in downtown Beckman City. A young woman was making her way down the main street with great difficulty. Clutching her coat and scarf close around her she ducked her head against the wind and weaved throughout the crowd. It was just days before Christmas and most of the city seemed to be out trying to find the perfect last minute gift for this family member or that beloved friend. The woman did not stop in any stores as she hurried down the street. In fact she did not so much as look up at one sign or in one window as she walked. It was as if despite the snow blowing around her and the people shoving past her, she did not notice a thing. Her mind was elsewhere as she hustled through the masses of last minute shoppers.
Suddenly, the woman stopped. She looked up into the dark sky and closed her eyes. As if consumed momentarily by the elements, she froze there. Men, women and children continued on their way without even glancing at the strange figure blocking their path. She was not a new sight in Beckman City. Many others like her were seen periodically around the small town in similar statuesque poses.
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Confused yet, reader? Yes, I said I wouldn’t interrupt any more, but I had to make sure you were still paying attention. The beginning of this story may not seem terribly important or interesting for that matter, but just as each piece of a jigsaw puzzle is necessary for a complete picture, every detail of this tragic story must be recorded for an accurate retelling of this sad, eventful winter. So, now continue reading and keep an eye open for those details. They will help you put together the puzzle in the end.
Before I start though, reader, I must warn you. This story is not for the faint of heart. There are battles fought for pure revenge, scenes of intense discussion that you may not be prepared for, and romantic pursuits that are not appropriate for all ages. So dear reader, if you are up for the challenge continue on. If you aren’t, stop now and go find a different story with unicorns, rainbows, and a happy ending; for you won’t find those here. Now, without further ado (or further interruption from me), I do present The Tragic Tale of the Tall Time Ticking Tower.
♦♦♦
It was a bleary, blustery winter day in downtown Beckman City. A young woman was making her way down the main street with great difficulty. Clutching her coat and scarf close around her she ducked her head against the wind and weaved throughout the crowd. It was just days before Christmas and most of the city seemed to be out trying to find the perfect last minute gift for this family member or that beloved friend. The woman did not stop in any stores as she hurried down the street. In fact she did not so much as look up at one sign or in one window as she walked. It was as if despite the snow blowing around her and the people shoving past her, she did not notice a thing. Her mind was elsewhere as she hustled through the masses of last minute shoppers.
Suddenly, the woman stopped. She looked up into the dark sky and closed her eyes. As if consumed momentarily by the elements, she froze there. Men, women and children continued on their way without even glancing at the strange figure blocking their path. She was not a new sight in Beckman City. Many others like her were seen periodically around the small town in similar statuesque poses.
♦♦♦
Confused yet, reader? Yes, I said I wouldn’t interrupt any more, but I had to make sure you were still paying attention. The beginning of this story may not seem terribly important or interesting for that matter, but just as each piece of a jigsaw puzzle is necessary for a complete picture, every detail of this tragic story must be recorded for an accurate retelling of this sad, eventful winter. So, now continue reading and keep an eye open for those details. They will help you put together the puzzle in the end.
