excerpt: chapter 2

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i'm sorry i haven't gotten any time to blog over the weekend, so today i'll try to put up 3 chapters.
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Chapter 2

        The family set off that morning.  Emily was yelling, the twins were shoving each other, and Abigail was sulking because she had ended up taking all the blame for the spilled food.

       Sheldon himself was feeling cooped up.  The stuffy carriage was bumping madly, and the noise was unbearable.

       Finally, they arrived at a small, mercifully quiet shack with an enormous garden.  Emily and the twins stayed outside, enjoying the fresh air.  Sheldon, Abigail, and their parents went in.

       Every clock of every sort was piled on tables, hung on walls, stacked on shelves, and dangling on the ceiling.  An excited looking old man trotted in.

       “Hello, sir, miss,” he said, “and hello young ones!”

       They all nodded hello, then Sheldon and Abigail pulled coins from their pockets, and found two clocks to buy.

Sheldon’s was a square, light-colored wood one, with no glass in the front.  Abigail’s was round, with polished dark wood and a thin sheet of glass in the front.  They both were strung on fine gold chains.  Then, when they were paid for, Abigail made a discovery.

       “Hey – I found a door!”

       They nudged it open.  A dark passageway twisted a way down.

       Shutting the door behind them, and keeping one hand on the wall, they followed the pitch-black tunnel.  Suddenly the tunnel widened into a brightly illuminated room, filled with clockwork.  The clockwork was ticking rhythmically and in unison.

       Abigail suddenly stopped in her tracks.

       She looked weak.  She was slowly starting to collapse. Sheldon caught her as she tumbled to the floor.  She was shaking badly.

       “Abigail -”

       “Sheldon,” she whispered, “fix my clock.  My clock -”

       And those were the last words Abigail said as she fell unconscious.

excerpt: chapter 1

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i'm posting clock of fate's first chapter now. if you haven't read my earlier clock of fate post, i suggest you read that one first. it'll be easier to understand this then.
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Chapter 1

         Abigail stretched and woke.  Her tiny cot, set in a fairly spider-free corner, was the whole of her room, and her only belongings in a corner.  Sheila, the farm cat, saw Abigail was awake and came over expecting petting.

       “No, not now, Sheila,” said Abigail.  “I need to milk the cows and collect the eggs.  Then I’ll be back.”

       Sheila made a halfhearted mew, and then went back over to a sunny spot to nap.

       Abigail hurried to the barn door, immediately running out to the house.  She called a quick hello, grabbed a couple milk pails and nearly got out the door.  Suddenly she remembered the egg basket and got it.  She nearly got back out again when Sheldon, her adoptive brother, appeared blocking the way.

       See, Abigail was adopted.  You may have heard about her clock, and how her mother died, and that her father died before her birth.  The midwife who had helped birth her lived on a farm with her family.  She immediately took the orphaned child in.

       Sheldon was the oldest of four children, not including Abigail.  The twins, Cornelia and Cornelius, were five, and Emily was thirteen and acted superior to Abigail and the twins. Sheldon was fourteen, and eleven-year-old Abigail was his best friend.

       “Hello, Abigail,” said Sheldon.

       Abigail replied, “Hello!  I’m off to milk the cow and collect the chickens’ eggs.  Are you coming too?”

       “I need to clean the barn.  Mother thinks your bed is getting too spider webby.  I think you would know best, since it’s your bed.” Abigail walked to the barn.

“I’m fine, but whatever Mother wants.  She fusses about tidying things.  Though as a midwife, I thought she would be used to messy things.  And she’s got five children. I’m not complaining, though, because I’ve now got a clean space to live in.”

Abigail checked her clock.  The twins, who were passing, looked at her strangely.  She ducked out of the barn, whacked her head on the doorframe, and stumbled over to Sheldon.  He was doubled up with laughter.

They set off to the henhouse.  A plump, brown-feathered hen clucked at them from her perch.  Abigail stuck her hand in, and the hen nipped at it in a friendly way, looking for food. Sheldon scattered corn inside the henhouse, and the hens pecked happily.

Abigail found only two eggs in the nesting boxes.  She sighed, signaled to Sheldon, and they set off for the barn once more to milk the cow.  The cow woke late, so they played with Sheila.  The cow woke when Sheila’s paw hit her hoof, so Abigail got up to milk her while Sheldon entertained Sheila.

Abigail could only collect half a pail of milk from the cow. Sighing, she set it on the floor, with the egg basket.  Suddenly, Sheila darted after a large rat, spilling both milk and eggs.

“There’s no use crying over spilled milk and eggs,” said Sheldon, but Abigail detected a note of disappointment: their family couldn’t survive on this meager amount of food.  They depended on the dairy.

They went inside for iced drinks.  They found that a conversation was taking place in the kitchen: a wedding was nearby.

They decided, for a wedding gift, they would visit the clockmaker.  They would buy a cuckoo clock for the new couple.

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That evening, Abigail was getting into her pajamas.  Her chest was still uncovered when she heard footsteps.  It was dark.  Night air poured into the barn as the door opened. Suddenly, Sheldon stepped in.

“Sheldon, don’t look. I’m-” But she never finished. Sheldon had seen the glint of moonlight reflecting on the clock.

“Abigail, is that a clock?”

There was no hiding anymore.  She told him the entire story, made him promise not to tell anyone, and showed him the odd gold timepiece in her chest.