The Days Tick On Like A Clock {Licily}
Jan 17, 2015 15:48:31 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Jan 17, 2015 15:48:31 GMT -5
Orion Starcrest
Alarms rang and tools cracked and clanged. Whistles blew and men screamed. Smoke bellowed from ventilation shafts and the light of day faded to night. Workers spoke of going home to their families even though they knew tomorrow held this again. Teenagers joked of the days they would of had to spend in school if not for the factories. Yet everyone knew they would rather be there bored instead of here pained and tired of the long days work.
As man after man and woman after women filed out of the factory doors one remained. His fingers fiddling with the oily parts of a new device. His beads of sweat staining the rims of his clothing. His eyes focused surely on his hands motions. His head running at a million miles an hour. His lips bit back by his teeth as his invention came more and more into picture. His blueprints guiding him down the path he intended them too.
Then with a connection of two wires and a snap of capitulating cap the gears began to churn. The young boy's eyes lit up at the sight of electric life being bore throughout his machine. His pencil flung across pads of notes as he scribbled down the miraculous moment. The device was functioning perfect and at this rate he could begin his beta testing. Then before long the workers would have another invention of his to create.
The boy jumped back with a start as the metal door to his cubed office room slide open with a bang. In the doorway loomed the shadow of one of his corporate bosses. Mr. Nixton walked over to the boy's desk with his eyes locked on the device. He chuckled and laid a hand on the boy's back. "Well Orion once again you have done it. You never cease to amaze me." The young boy's cheeks flushed at his praise and he just nodded in response. "No run on along home son its late and your family will be missing you for supper." Once again the boy nodded and began cleaning his station.
He packed all his things in their designed cabinets and placed the things he wanted to take with him in his small brown bag. Flicking the light bulb above the desk off he stepped out of the room and shut the iron door with another bang. Then with a brief smile and wave to Mr. Nixton he departed in the brisk night of District Three.
His feet naturally carried him open his route home as his mind aimlessly tumbled with thoughts of machines. New inventions to be made constantly buzzed this hive of knowledge. His brain never seemed to sleep due to the bees constantly bringing new honey to their queen.
His feet came to a halt as he arrive in the park just outside his neighborhood. Looking down at his own watch Orion determined he had enough time to stay for a little while. So with a stretch of his arm her walked over to the small fountain and watched the clear water slip and slide from its pinnacle. His mind focused on a memory of him and his mother sitting together here laughing. His right hand clenched around the silver locket she gave him on his neck. Still like a child he wanted to cry but he couldn't.
So instead with a voice as light as the wind he whispered out, "I still remember Mom, I always will."
Alarms rang and tools cracked and clanged. Whistles blew and men screamed. Smoke bellowed from ventilation shafts and the light of day faded to night. Workers spoke of going home to their families even though they knew tomorrow held this again. Teenagers joked of the days they would of had to spend in school if not for the factories. Yet everyone knew they would rather be there bored instead of here pained and tired of the long days work.
As man after man and woman after women filed out of the factory doors one remained. His fingers fiddling with the oily parts of a new device. His beads of sweat staining the rims of his clothing. His eyes focused surely on his hands motions. His head running at a million miles an hour. His lips bit back by his teeth as his invention came more and more into picture. His blueprints guiding him down the path he intended them too.
Then with a connection of two wires and a snap of capitulating cap the gears began to churn. The young boy's eyes lit up at the sight of electric life being bore throughout his machine. His pencil flung across pads of notes as he scribbled down the miraculous moment. The device was functioning perfect and at this rate he could begin his beta testing. Then before long the workers would have another invention of his to create.
The boy jumped back with a start as the metal door to his cubed office room slide open with a bang. In the doorway loomed the shadow of one of his corporate bosses. Mr. Nixton walked over to the boy's desk with his eyes locked on the device. He chuckled and laid a hand on the boy's back. "Well Orion once again you have done it. You never cease to amaze me." The young boy's cheeks flushed at his praise and he just nodded in response. "No run on along home son its late and your family will be missing you for supper." Once again the boy nodded and began cleaning his station.
He packed all his things in their designed cabinets and placed the things he wanted to take with him in his small brown bag. Flicking the light bulb above the desk off he stepped out of the room and shut the iron door with another bang. Then with a brief smile and wave to Mr. Nixton he departed in the brisk night of District Three.
His feet naturally carried him open his route home as his mind aimlessly tumbled with thoughts of machines. New inventions to be made constantly buzzed this hive of knowledge. His brain never seemed to sleep due to the bees constantly bringing new honey to their queen.
His feet came to a halt as he arrive in the park just outside his neighborhood. Looking down at his own watch Orion determined he had enough time to stay for a little while. So with a stretch of his arm her walked over to the small fountain and watched the clear water slip and slide from its pinnacle. His mind focused on a memory of him and his mother sitting together here laughing. His right hand clenched around the silver locket she gave him on his neck. Still like a child he wanted to cry but he couldn't.
So instead with a voice as light as the wind he whispered out, "I still remember Mom, I always will."
my heart fuels to be better,
to create a better tomorrow,
to invent a place where safety comes first
to create a better tomorrow,
to invent a place where safety comes first
