Time – Beyond the Sphere

Still Night

By Tom Merriman on October 8, 2018October 7, 2018

Shadows shifted as clouds moved in to cover the bright Moon above. Figures danced between the trees below the glow, hidden from the naked eye through the blinding light which tore through the night’s darkness, bringing tears to to the eyes of anyone who should look.

The night was silent.

Calm.

Still.

Echoes carried upon the water faded quickly, as did the occasional ripple upon the water’s surface.

Even the blood-curdling scream bore no effect upon the stillness of the night, although the figures danced within the shadows a little quicker, and the night itself became a little more dark.

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Feel GOOD! Ghosts Halloween Time

Good Moaning

By Tom Merriman on October 3, 2018October 2, 2018

The brilliance of the Moon shone through the open window. The air cooling considerably to match the more chilled air outside.

The old wooden beams and floorboards began to settle themselves for the cold night ahead, creaking and moaning as they did. The wood expanded and contracted to fit in with their surroundings, sometimes causing their neighbours to moan in disagreement as they are forced to move from their already settled positions.

Planks creak and scrape together as they regain their desired positions. Doors slam shut as they swing freely with the movement, almost as if helped by unseen hands.

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Feel GOOD! Ghosts Halloween Time

The Clock

By Tom Merriman on October 1, 2018September 30, 2018

Dusty, it loomed in the corner.

Ticking with a whispered thump it was the only object within the room to create a sound. The cracked face, off-white with age, showed the time as one minute to twelve whatever the time. The pendulum weights locked into place, apparently, by hundreds of long-abandoned cobwebs, they too thick with dust.

Brass rims edge both the casing and clock face, up close revealing a dark reflection of the surrounding room and tiny figures within tapping in a desperate attempt to be free from their mirrored prison.

Well, how else can a stopped clock tick?