The Grand Father Clock

[zoolane]

Howl through mid hour as clock strike past hour. As night before door flew open with shine crystal light with whisper noise. Which is so soft that only trees outside can heard it calling. Whistling crest the air carrying beyond floor boards. The humming is get loud as the faint of ticking of hand on the grandfather clock. Subtle ratting of pipes thought house is shaking it. Suddenly the house collapse but the grandfather clock is still stand. Stand its ground thought the test of time.

Not sure belong here but never mind.

[Dougy]

Zoolane,

I think something this short and the way the sentences are worded should be in poetry format. I love the way time is portrayed in this way in that it can outlive a building.

You have portrayed time well in this, in that it outlasts everything else,

Thanks for sharing this,

Craig

[zoolane]

Thank you for comment Dougy. I was sure about the format. I did reading your story it is brillant.

[Delta40]

I agree with Dougy. Re-format it and pop it in the poetry section.