Clocks

This is one of my stories which I've been working on. This story is called Clocks and it is dedicated to my pals. Keyla, Jocelyn, Veronica, Monica, Orly and my sisters Valerie and Jasmin. I had this idea of writing a story about an archaeologist and this is how it came out. Hope you all like it.

Chapter 1

For whole two months, I had been on a long journey with my mom, and finally we were back to our sweet luxurious home, with many new artifacts in our hands and rare discoveries as well. My mom devoted her job, she was an archaeologist, and I supported her in every way, because I loved to see the ruins that she and her teammates always discovered on these kinds of excavations. Well, it had all turn out wonderful for her and her teammates, but for me it had turned out into a dangerous adventure, not including jumping off high rocks and getting dust up with dirt and sand.

It had all started on the third day of the second month of the journey. I was helping my mother dust off the sand from a discovery-concealed dip into the sand hills. When this little insect was digging his way up from the sand and when it did show his nasty little self, it glared at me with creepy glossy red eyes. I scream and jump back knocking one of the teammates into a pool of water that was use for clean the artifacts that were found. I stood up and started stomping the ground trying to squash the little critter but it was very fast. Then I notice, as I made myself look ridiculous, that it carried a small mysterious silver ring around its neck. Instead of smashing it with my foot, now that he was trap in a corner, I grabbed it and tossed it inside a small container, and quickly jammed it inside my shoulder bag.

“Jane, are you alright?” asked my mom.

“I’m fine,” I said dusting off my dress. Note to all girls: Never ever, wear a dress on a journey to the desert.

“Jane, why don’t you just go and check out the new discovery with Phil.” she said with a chuckle noticing how much sand I had all over me.

It was a demand so …“Alright, mom” I obeyed. Therefore, I made my way toward Phil, where he was working restlessly on some sort of compass.

“Hello, Jane” he said, looking silly with his high leveled spectacles of observation, that made his eyes look three times as huge as they were already.

I giggled silently.

“Want to see the new discovery”

“Of course”

He opened a bag carefully, got something out that much looked like the compass he was examining on, and handed it to me.

“Careful, don’t touch the lens there” he said pointing his finger right into the middle of the compass thing.

I looked at it amazed, it had so many small objects in it that I could not help myself but touch them. Phil made a sound of disapproval.

“Alright, give it here already” he said.

“No!” I snatch it before he could lay one of his bony fingers on it. “I mean… what is it?” I said looking at him innocently.

He took off the silly spectacles off and looked at me seriously.

“It is a clock”

“A clock, I thought it was compass”

“It is a clock, because it has the mechanical gadgets, see,” he pointed to small circles that supposedly had to move the clock.

“Where are the minute hand and the hour hand?” I asked taking more interest on it.

“That is what I’m trying to figure out” Phil said. “Now if I can have it back, I can figure it out.” He tried taking it away from me again, but I quickly snatched it away from him.

“But you have another one there” I said walking away with the mysterious clock.

“Jane! I’m telling your mother!”

“So”

“She’s the one that found them”

I growled. “Fine” So I handed it to him careful as he had when he had handed it to me the first time.

“Jane” he said as I walked away toward my sleeping tent. “Yes?” I questioned.

“Time is valuable”

“And?”

“Just telling you”

“Oh…good night” I said sound uninterested.

“Good night, don’t let the bed bugs bite” he teased.

Ignoring him, I walked toward my tent. The night was growing cold and the constellations appeared brightly in the sky. I opened my bag, and took out the small container where the ugly little bug was crawling. I carefully examined it, and poked it with my finger and then when I was sure it was all right, I made him crawled into my hand. I carefully slid the ring off it and dropped the bug into the container, it stared at me more eerily than before, and it gave me a chill running up my spine. I put my quilt over it just so I would not feel the critter watching me with its creepy eyes. I stared at the ring and put it on, something told me that things like this might cause a serious of unfortunate events if I kept meddling with them, but nothing happened at all. Just to pass my time I took my telescope out and started observing the starry constellations, though little by little I started noticing that the sounds of the archaeologists were beginning to fade away. I got up from my tent and carefully walked into the working area, but as though time begin to slow, I felt myself struggle a bit more and more as I moved my legs. I felt as if I was walking in a pit of tar getting thicker as the minutes passed.

I never thought I would say this but I had just done the most unnatural thing in the world. Not to mention the most turbulent thing that could never happen in the world of human race.

I had stopped time.

I was doomed.

[I will be putting up Chapter 2 soon.]