Atomic clock

Clockwork is an interesting novel that takes place in a German town, where people are gathered in a tavern, called The White Horse Tavern. With Herr Ringelman the clockmaker and his apprentice Karl being the main characters in the story. It is custom that the apprentice creates a mechanical figure to add the city square as their final test. The only problem is that Karl has not started his machine yet, and it is due the next day at ten. Karl was so upset that he replied to Fritz by saying, “ I can’t

On 03/03/2017 at approximately 0900 hours, I woke up and started getting ready for the gym. I drank my pre-workout drink and left my house for the gym. On my way to the gym, i stopped to one-stop nutrition shop for a protein shake. I worked out on my shoulders in the gym. On my way to home from the gym, i stopped at a hot bagel shop and got two turkey burritos. After i got home from the gym, i start getting ready for work. At 1245 hours, i left my house for work. On my way to work, i stopped for

“Buzzz,” the vibration from my alarm on my phone goes off. Usually somebody would come in and make sure I got up, but this morning nobody came in. An odd feeling came over me, I knew something was going on, I just didn’t know what. After 10 minutes pass my sister comes in and says, “Get ready soon we have to go over Gioia’s.” my aunt’s house. “Why,” confused. “Rinaldo isn’t responding.” We both were getting ready to leave, and all I could do is hope and pray my uncle was going to be okay when we

Common sense #3 well its 10 minutes till 3 a.m. Old people do have a tendency to get up early. I might as well admit it, I'm 85 soon. Very soon and lord willing I'll make it to 95. Time passes faster nowadays. Anyway, I have learned in my old age that this is the good part of the day. I leave the T.V off and its very quiet. Even though my hearing isn't what it used to be I believe that i could hear the pin drop. Time to just sit and think. this morning I'm thinking about politics and religion

“Time to wake up Hali!” My mom yelled, awaking me from my dream, “time to get ready for the first day of school! “ “Ugh,” I whined, “do I have to?” “Of course you do!” I eventually got out of bed and headed into my bathroom to get ready for school. I walked into Mrs. Steckity’s classroom on the first day of preschool. There was other kids running around playing and yelling. “Good morning kids, I’m Mrs. Steckity, and I’m going to be your teacher this year!” Mrs. Steckity announced to the noisy

I woke up this morning like any other morning, difficulty. My mother had to rip the blankets off my body which felt like Ice on my skin when the cold air hit me. I got up out of bed and started to get ready for school. When I reached down stairs, I got an immediate bad feeling something about today didn’t feel right. I started to eat my cereal as I heard my brothers cartoons in the background. I finished my cereal and started my mile walk to my school. About Half way on my walk to school, I heard

5:30 a.m. alarm clock wakeup. I proceed groggily to shower, shave, and get dressed for the cyclic day ahead of me. I quietly wake my brother and sister, tiptoeing to make sure I don't wake up my youngest newborn sister. The attempts to remain silent all go into jeopardy when I blend a pineapple mango smoothie for the today's breakfast. I finish eating, throw on a coat and stand outside in the brisk air until the bus arrives. From there, I prepare myself for a full day of learning as I get in my last

As I was finishing getting ready for class I felt and ice cold chill running down my spine. Goosebumps were going up and down my arms and legs as well. I was scared to turn around because I knew that either someone or something was gonna be behind me. But, when I finally  turn around, there was nothing there. I went to my closet door and opened it only to find my cloths. I closed it and just as I was about to turn around a voice, kinda like a mans voice whispered in my ear just my dorm bed. "Carrie

I wake up to the sound of banging on my door. I groan and throw a pillow over my head but its no use. I throw the sheets off my bed and trudge to my door. I open it to find my mother way too excited this early. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, but why are you here this early mother?" I rub my eyes and stifled a yawn as she pushes her way into my flat, "Did you forget Lawrence? You promised me an early brunch before your father and I leave back to the States since you know, you and Daisy decided

The clock strikes 3:30 and the bell rings, signaling the end of another school day...setting off the silent timer situated within my head. I ignore the all too familiar sensation and quicken my pace ‒ time has started. Incapable of driving me to school and opposing public transportation, my father arranged for me to carpool with an old middle school classmate. An informal agreement was arranged, I would be picked up at 6:40 am (so as to arrive at school by 7 and give his mom enough time to tend