Clock Breaker

By Kayla Lee

In this collection of five stories, Kayla Lee weaves stories of eight characters who found their place in life, and how they broke the conventional idea of Time, and managed to find the speed of their lives.

The characters of this book are based off of her real life, and also inspired by the situations of other people. Kayla Lee said that she first started to think about this book after reading this quote from an unknown person:

"I am the author of my life.
Unfortunately I'm writing in pen
and I can't erase my mistakes."

So, she would like to ask you this final departing question:

"What if time was the white out?"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kayla Lee
• Release date: May 30, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499674552

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CONTENTS

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INTRODUCTION

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Dear Reader,

Before reading this book, I apologize beforehand for all the violence, angst, and the action that I have put in this book, but I guess you wouldn’t be holding this book if you were looking for romance...

I’ve always wanted to write something that would make a person think about what they would do if the world was upside down. Literally. Would they walk backwards? But how fast would a human react to this change? And if so, would a human’s purpose in life stay the same? Or would they do the opposite of everything they did before because the world has been reversed? This book was written for one to think about their purpose in life. Do you want to live? If so, why besides the fear of death? Is it sometimes better to be dead?

Besides symbolizing growth and reality in these stories, I also wish that you would find a separate meaning. I have also had many questions about the title of this book, but I will not be talking about the meaning, because that is for you to find out.

But aside from all the philosophical questions, I hope you enjoy my first book, and continue to support my writing. I hope that you will come to understand the characters and try to think of a time when you felt like them.

Kayla Lee

CampFire

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The warm campfire created a flickering light, and the shadows played comforting glow near the people. Adults chatted, holding tin coffee cups in their hands, as the children had sticks with marshmallows skewered on top. The breeze was tinkering from the constant talk, and a little girl sat on top of her mom’s lap, separated from the group of older kids. The little girl stared silently while tugging on her mom’s shirt and looked like a child longing for a present.

Did you hear about... the moms chatted as the girl stared at the group of older kids, consisting of eight to nine year olds, unlike herself; She was six. She stared at the group, longing, paying no attention to the people around. They seemed to having fun around her, as she had to stay with the adults. The group of older kids giggled while poking each other in the stomach. The little girl shifted her weight, and slid off of her mom.

Candice, her mom said. Where are you going? Candice did not turn around, looking straight ahead. She stared hesitating. What if she says no. What if she...

I want to play. She replied, and quickly stole a glance towards her mom. Candice saw her mom talking to the adults once more. Excited, she quickly walked towards the older kids. The older kids stared at her, causing her to stay three feet away from them and sat down, as they whispered amongst each other. 

Candice picked at the grass, taking no part in the conversation though staring at the children in front of her. They huddled together like a mass of penguins, just whispering and chatting, but Candice didn’t feel left out, for the older kids did not shoo her away. I wish I was nine. She played with the grass, picking up the scattered dandelion seeds that floated like clouds.

She hummed, buzzing towards the tone of the crickets chirping nearby.

Mmm, If only, she continued humming. I wish I was nine. Everyone would like me, and I would be on TV! Like...

Suddenly, the three older kids stood up, and they ran off in to the distance with the flashlight in their hands. Candice rushed, almost falling,  aiming not to fall back the older kids.

Candice, make sure to listen to the older kids! Her mom shouted. Candice continued running, as her mother’s voice grew distant.

Candice trudged up the hill, placing her toe before her heel, following the tall kids in front. The light dusk streaked the sky purple and red. The brush of nature lifted its paintbrush and lightly painted the sky with the color of the sunset. The blinding tucked in to the blanket of nature, and the last few seconds daylight was left. She gripped her flashlight as hard as she could, as they weaved through bushes, scraggly trees, and the thorns picked at her toes. Suddenly, the group gained speed.

Lucielle! She called out tripping over her feet, and her shoelaces untied. The pink shirt with the white bunny that she wore was dirty, and her face was streaked with mud. Candice reached out for the tallest girl of the three. Lucielle.

Nothing but annoyed faces turned to face Candice.

Candice stepped back, stumbling, staring shocked at the annoyed