The day the sun stood still

by Frostbite
originally published at 12:09PM on Friday, June 15, 2007

All of time, all of existence, had come to a screeching, grinding halt. I looked above to my sworn enemy, the clock. The hour hand rested on the “1”, and the minute hand seemed to nearly move backwards, creeping over the “12”. Four hours had passed as a breath of wind dissipates on a spring day, but the remaining time stretched forward in front of me, a never-ending chasm of impossibility. “What am I going to do?” The thought rang in my head as if the very bells of Notre Dame had been struck in motion in my ears.

It was an understatement to say that I really wanted to go home. I was stuck in the doldrums of the day, with which many of us desk jockeys are all too familiar.

Sure, I could do work, but it was currently in short supply. If only these people would talk to me or something… if only I had something to occupy my time… its like I can feel these walls closing in faster and faster and faster its likeimgionginsaneAAAAHHH!

Oh. Wait. Its 5… Looks like I’ll retire to fight this battle again tomorrow.

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Comments

  • from khepa:

    nice imagery in the first paragrahph, Yes, very random, but I liked it.

  • from Saint Chuck:

    I agree, great first paragraph. I love this, nice work.

  • from Spence:

    Really good job bro.

    Though I still say I’d kill for your job, and if you’d ever had a retail job you’d appreciate that one more.

    But great stuff anyway you’re very good with imagery and metaphors and the like.

  • from Sailor Emo:

    awesomeness! Dont worry, randomality rules

  • from YodaOnCrack:

    Now this is how I like to read my opening line:

    “All of time, all of existence, had come to a screeching, grinding halt”

    How can you not read on and then enjoy the rest of this! Well done, my friend – well done!