Arc-Ages

The clock is ticking in irregular intervals again. I wait at the corner of the looming black skyscraper. Across from me is the giant clock in the center of the fountain. The ticking noises sound out of rhythm. The time is almost here. My heart quickens. My breathing begins to be brisk. I glance from one side to the next- the area only illuminated by artificial streetlights. “Oh shit…” I whine about my situation. How the hell did I end up here in this world? I attempt to restrain myself. There is no use in getting worked up beforehand. Then again, it’s almost like there’s nothing I can do. The ticking noise comes

I grew up with the sole dream of saving the world, but that really doesn’t matter now. It all began on a windy day in august. The trees were beginning to dye their leaves brown, and the melancholy of the school year was coming to be. A few friends and I were spending these last few sunny days on a hill dozing off and relenting the approaching school year. “Hey Harm”, mumbled my closest friend Cain in his pseudo-sleeping state. Harm Douglas, my unique name. I am not particularly fond of it, but I found it better than “Amadeus”, which my parents attempted to name me before settling with Harm. My parents seem to name