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Clock Work: April 2012

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Thursday, April 5, 2012. Episode 28: The Underground. It's vital to remember who you really are. It's very important. It isn't a good idea to rely on other people or things to do it for you, you see. They always get it wrong. The elevator pinged and the door slid open. Lucas hesitated. 8220;Don’t tell me you’re scared,” Marie said, stepping in with a smirk. Pfft” Lucas’ wary glance at the closing elevator doors bellied the easy nonchalance. 8220;So, how's Bert my ol' buddy ol' pal? The woman paused in ty...

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Clock Work: Episode Thirty Three - Uninvited

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Saturday, February 15, 2014. Episode Thirty Three - Uninvited. It is utterly beyond our power to measure the changes of things by time. Quite the contrary, time is an abstraction at which we arrive by means of the changes of things. She forced her breathing to remain slow and steady, even as slats of muddy gold slanted, skewed and seemed to run against the white walls. Darkness crept up, overtaking the room in inky lines like knurled fingers and Esther gripped her knees as all luminance winked out. The l...

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Clock Work: March 2011

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Saturday, March 5, 2011. Life is an incessant series of problems. All difficult, with brutally limited choices.and a time limit. Tobie drank deeply from the. Fountain, gulping the icy water as fast as he dared without drawing too much attention. Though with Gus glowering over him, there wasn't much call for being surreptitious. Come on, man," Gus whined. "You don't have to drink all of it, ya know.". Freakin’ camel." Gus shook his head as they continued down to homeroom. Rebeca's hand quickly pushed her ...

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Clock Work: August 2012

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Sunday, August 5, 2012. Episode Twenty Nine: Unrequited. We must be careful about what we pretend to be. Tobie stared up at a quickly darkening sky, the rustle of leaves peppering the air. The placement of the trees below that sky, the way the wind blew through them, seemed, for a split second, frighteningly foreign. He refused the synch of panic in his chest and forced a deep breath. Be calm. Think. Just think. Gus: 1:35 Got Jacob home. He and Leyas are fine. Gus: 3:12 You ok man? Hey, Luc. You busy?

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Clock Work: August 2011

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Saturday, August 6, 2011. Never put off 'til tomorrow what you can do the day after. Rain speckled the lawn, turning the grass slick. Tobie drove the ball between a left fielder's legs, caught up with it, and headed to the goal. Gus ran up beside him, quick to match his pace. Couch Areney yelled and blew the whistle. “Game. Skins win.”. And our first game is against Rulster High. So we need to be sharp. Sinclair." He pointed as Tobie took a knee. "Great job out there. Good hustle....Gus was staring up at...

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Clock Work: October 2011

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Wednesday, October 5, 2011. Living just to keep going. Going just to stay sane. All the while never knowing. It's such a shame. Tobie opened a groggy eye to the sound of a text message alert. With a groan he swept an arm over the window sill and grabbed the phone. Hey man. Bec and I wanna hang today around 1. You down? Tobie glanced at his alarm clock. He rubbed his eyes and pulled the phone under the blanket. Sure: He typed. : Meet at Westin:. Bike wheels stuck out in front of them. Sure Lemme just drop...

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Clock Work: January 2012

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Thursday, January 5, 2012. Episode Twenty Seven: Glow. Sometimes glass glitters more then diamonds because it has more to prove. The trail thickened. Tobie rounded the art building and paused. The great tree in the center of the sculptures rustled in the cold wind, bringing with it a foul smell and subtle color. Forcing himself not to shiver he continued towards the back of the school. More glassy tentacles snaked from the body, coiling around the girl. It was oddly.protective. Marie slammed the report d...

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Clock Work: November 2012

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Monday, November 5, 2012. Episode Thirty: New Oceans. Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore. Tobie leaned into the door, his key scratching the edges of the key hole. He tried to focus through the intensifying pain in his arm. The door opened. Holon gazed down at him, bent over his injured arm. "Welcome home." He offered his hand. Tobie glared at the apparition. "She's not touching me.". As you wish." Holon stood and headed towards his room. Its not bad.".

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Clock Work: January 2011

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Wednesday, January 5, 2011. To understand the things that are at our door is the best preparation for understanding those things that lie beyond. The flower between them quivered slightly as Holon's charcoals slid over his sketch book. With a sigh Esther took out her own sketch pad and supplies. Wincing at her still healing finger, she pried open the tin. The top popped off with the clatter of a cymbal that echoed through the quiet room and she yanked it to her chest to quell the sudden noise. There was ...

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Clock Work: February 2014

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Saturday, February 15, 2014. Episode Thirty Three - Uninvited. It is utterly beyond our power to measure the changes of things by time. Quite the contrary, time is an abstraction at which we arrive by means of the changes of things. She forced her breathing to remain slow and steady, even as slats of muddy gold slanted, skewed and seemed to run against the white walls. Darkness crept up, overtaking the room in inky lines like knurled fingers and Esther gripped her knees as all luminance winked out. The l...