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When it was time to rewind the clocks, Effie stayed behind, curled up in bed with a good book inches from her nose.
When it was time for supper, and when Daddy got home every night, Effie stayed in her room while all the boys ran, whooping to greet him.
When it was time for the eldest brother to go out on his own, find a new pocketwatch...Effie was still at the door to greet him, except she kept scanning the page of her book every so often.
Effie wasn't a badly behaved child, oh no. She laid out her napkin on her lap and kept her elbows off the table at mealtimes, didn't slurp her soup, washed behind her ears, didn't steal from the cookie jar... Oh no, Effie was the picture of a perfect child of a clockworker... Except for her love for reading. Reading wasn't considered all that healthy in those days, and especially when it was what one did with the majority of one's time.
So, naturally, like any clockworker parent couple would, Effie's parents got worried for their little daughter. And, as she got older, and began reading more complicated books, about geography and birds and planes and cats, their worry only grew...
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Effie looked up from her book with a start.
"Um..."
Of course, she hadn't been listening. Well, actually she hadn't even noticed her older brother, Calik, enter her room.
Calik shook his head and sighed. "Whatever - have fun doing...whatever it is you do." And with that he withdrew his head and closed the door.
Effie carefully bookmarked her page, and set the book down on her bed. She sat up, and looked around. She had a nice, cozy bedroom - a little small, but her walls were decorated nicely with drawings of other places and the weird creatures that inhabited the outside world.
Of course, Effie had never actually seen what it really looked like, but before Grandfather had passed away, he would tell the kids stories before bed, stories of his travels outside the gears and beyond the ticking.
Effie had always been the most interested in these stories, while her brothers would squirm in their seats, throwing anxious glances at the door, and whimpering softly, she, Effie, would sit in awed silence, completely still, and listen intently. After every story, she would copy it down as best she could in her little notebook before bed, so she could always remember them.
Now that Grandfather was gone, she opened the notebook more than ever. But by now she'd read them so many times she nearly had them word for word, and often just opened the book to trace the pencil lines and imagine she could breathe in Grandfather's scent from the pages.
LOVE IT!!!!! Kind of struck me as a the Littles crossed with Horton Hears a Who.
Eммelιɴe wrote: "LOVE IT!!!!! Kind of struck me as a the Littles crossed with Horton Hears a Who."
Omigosh yes! I really like it, Ruby.
Omigosh yes! I really like it, Ruby.
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Well, I don't know about Kamiko, but I thought the nickname clever. My only hope is that she isn't going to have Shakespeare Ophelia's downfall.:)
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I like it!Please keep writing ^_^
There goes the clock.
Ticking away at time.
Tick Tick Tick
It's just seconds, minutes, hours - millennia upon millennia, it's been just that.
Or so it seems.
What if I told you there were people behind the watches.
People living in the clocks on your walls.
People going about their daily lives right in your pocketwatch.
You probably wouldn't believe me.
But what if I told you I'd been there.
Yes, been inside their tiny homes.
Seen their work, seen what they do.
Been at their table.
Been in their chairs.
What if I told you, dear reader...
That I was one of them...