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Time's Ticking

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As I walk among the rubble of the Earth, I stare at what had happend. I had never been nothing more than a shadow... what does a shadow do after everything and everyone was either in Heaven or Hell?

I push aside a rock as I continued climbing up the mountain. Each time my pale foot hits the ground a second ticks by... seconds. Seconds. There was no longer a need for seconds. Nor minutes. Nor hours.

Everything was gone. Not one mouse God had left me for company. I take my pearly pocket watch out from my creamy leather jacket, covering my long flowing pure white dress. As I gaze upon the pocket watch, I realize I am late. Very late.

I look to the sky. It is a delicate blue, I felt I could reach up and touch it, and that it would feel smooth, yet soft like the skin of a newborn.

As I clamor up the mountain, faster this time. It was my time. Time.

Tick, tick. Oh dear Lord. The seconds speed up quickly as I climb,  I feel my pocket watch begin to speed along with me and I grimace This would take longer if I went slow... but the seconds move at my pace. I would be getting nowhere.

I had always walked barefoot. I had never seen my face. I was nothing more than an angel. The humans ranked higher than me. I stood beside my friend Death. But she had dissappeared underneath the Earth, down towards eternity. Before she left me she had told me to trust.

Trust in what? Death had always trusted in the Lord, but she had followed Lucifer. How and why I would never know. It was his rebellion that had torn the world in two. Half the humans were burning. Burning in Hell.

The other half? In Heaven. With the Lord.

Will I be joining them?

As I reach the top of the mountain, I glance at my pocket watch.

Broken.

It is broken.

I frown and I shake it. It is not moving. Why isn't it moving? It must move. It has to move!

Then. Nothing.

I'm falling. Falling falling. I'm falling. Through the dark, through the light. Where am I going? I glance at my pocket watch. Still broken. I reach and it realize I cannot touch it. My hand goes through it like mist, I feel a cooling sensation and I close my eyes.

For the last time? I don't know.

For now I'll just keep falling.
Written on Friday, March 4, 2011. I pulled it from my old Facebook notes :D I can distinctly remember writing this when I was watching "Up".

Oh BTW: this month is National Write A Novel Month! Don't tell me I'll be the only one writing one! :)
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