Time The hand moves slowly but ever so consistently. I watch intently, waiting for that precious moment. It is 3:09, anticipation flowing without end. The second hand now at 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59. It stops in mid-beat. A crumpled ball of paper in mid-air flight to nowhere, still. Bodies and minds frozen in time. Mine, on a wandering pillage of confusion. Sound turns to utter tranquility. Wind melts. Heat mutates to cold. Light stops, rays like spears, striking everything and …showed first 75 words of 2283 total…

…showed last 75 words of 2283 total…meets him then maybe a light(theory dealing with the light at the end of the tunnel and explanations as to what it is that he sees) <Tab/>Jumps off a cliff. Goes into 1 of my theories about life after death, then after a short journey into this realm, wakes up in class as bell rings, end, framed as though your(the reader) not sure whether it's a dream or reality.