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Doomsday clock.

By Kiernan McCluskey

By Kiernan McCluskeyPublished 3 years ago 5 min read
Doomsday clock.
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The year was 20065 the world has been destroyed by tornadoes, floods, volcanos, and a giant dust storm destroying all crops and cars, people were starting to die until we decided to make small towns away from everyone else and ration canned food until we die. It was midnight when it happened, my mother woke me up in the middle of the night and told me to run. She handed me her locket; she never took off that locket I thought. My ears were ringing, it took me some time to realize that every clock around the world had stopped. A bang at the door made my mother scared, I heard men yelling my mother's name “Mary come on out, we won’t hurt you, we just want the girl and the necklace.” My mother told me to go. I saw a gun in her hand and jumped out the window, my ears stopped ringing as I put the necklace on. I saw everyone was yelling at each other and then 5 minutes after the clocks stopped time had stopped it was 12:05pm at night, for the rest of time nothing would happen. I heard a bang in my house and the men cheering. I never even got to say I loved her before she died. Then before I knew it the men came out from the house and saw me. They started chasing me. It was like when the dust came to earth everyone was running trying to get to shelter putting cars in garages. But this time it wasn’t dust or a storm or a volcano destroying Tokyo. They were chasing me, and I had no clue why. This can't be happening I should be in bed right now, but I was fully awake at this point. I was coughing so much because of the dust because I was running away from the bad men. When I was far away enough, I looked at the locket and saw there was a way to open it. When I opened it, I saw a note, it read.

If you are reading this that means I am dead, and you have the locket. What you must do is find the doomsday clock, don’t be frightened we just call it that because it can either restore the planet or destroy it. Either way it’s better than dying a slow and painful death. Take the locket to the top of the clock and start the clock. If my calculation is correct time and all clocks have stopped. Just remember sweet cake you have the power to do anything you put your mind too. You are the key.

P.s. I love you, times infinity. And the clock is in the basement but be careful of bad people because they will not hesitate to shoot.

Love mum xoxo

I started to get teary and realized what I must do. I must get to that clock and save or destroy the world. Hopefully save it. I got a branch, a rope, and a stone and put them together to make a spear to help me get to the basement. I remembered that mother always said I was never allowed in the basement because her research was private and classified to anyone else but her and her employers. When I got back into town, I saw everyone had masks and earmuffs on. Probably to stop the ringing. I saw so many men outside my house, but I remembered that I could do anything and used the grass as cover to hide. I snuck up behind one of them and bashed his head. He was knocked out. I took the gun he was holding and went inside. For some reason no one was inside so I just walked up to the basement door and saw that it was locked. I heard men coming and ran to find a hiding place. I went under my bed and curled up in a ball. I heard a man yelling, I guessed he was the leader of the group. “HOW HAVE NONE OF YOU FOUND A 10-YEAR-OLD GIRL, SHE CAN’T BE THAT FAST TO OUTRUN 5 MIDDLE AGED MEN. NOW YOU GO BACK OUT THERE AND FIND HER. HER STUPID MOTHER GAVE THAT GIRL THE LOCKET.” The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. 1. because I'm hiding. And 2. because I don’t want my finger anywhere near that man's face, he might bite it off.

“Uh sir what do we do to the girl when we find her?”


“Does chief seem angrier to you?”

“More than usual? Yes.” I heard laughter and the door shut, I came out from my hiding spot and went to the door why did he want the locket so bad? Did he want to do something to the clock? I went to the door, and I realized the key to the basement was around my neck. The locket was the key. I used the key and the door unlocked, I rushed down the stairs forgetting to close the door and saw a giant clock. It was massive, bigger than a grandfather clock. I went to the clock and saw a microphone on the middle of the clock. I tried remembering anything my mother had said in the past. And it hit me I looked at the note and read it again.

“Here I go.” I took a deep breath and said “Melany.” nothing happened “Uh. Oh! SWEET CAKE.”

“Welcome... user Angela. Welcome to the DOOMSDAY clock. What would you like me to do?”

“STOP!” said the man. I turned around and saw who it was. The man they called chief was the mayor of the town Donald. “THAT IS MY CLOCK! I WILL USE IT TO DESTROY THE PLANET AND I WILL CREATE A NEW ONE IN MY IMAGE! I AM THE DESTROYER AND THE REBUILD-” BANG! I shot him right in the chest.

“You know for an evil man. You really shouldn’t tell your entire plan wide open before shooting the good guy.” He stumbled and died. I ran over to the clock, and I said, “SAVE THE PLANET!”

“COMMENCING SAVE SWEET CAKE PROTOCOL!” I heard the clock start and went outside to see the dust clearing, crops were regrowing, and the cars were turning on again in an instant. I smiled as I knew that the world would go back to its original self. It only took 2 years for the world to get back into a futuristic style. All the continents elected me as president of the world because I saved the planet, and I knew that everything would be much better... For maybe the next 40 years perhaps.

The End.

Sci Fi

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