Death Clock Poem

Death Clock: Stimulus B.
In Greenview the Howth clock stood over the town like a guardian. ‘TICK TOCK TICK TOCK’ it went as it counted the hours, minutes and seconds of every day. On the outskirts was the Greenview forest which contained all the memories of our childhood, building forts and playing hide and go seek. On the other side of town led to the crusty salty ocean coast which cooled our hot sweaty bodies after a fun afternoon out exploring the forest. This was what life like was before… everything has changed.

Jake Fern stayed up late the night before the world he knew best, came crashing down.
The night sky glowed red. Car sirens went off triggering the barking of dogs that echoed through the town. BOOOOM! BOOOOM! BOOOOOM!
He
A red flame above your head, signals that it is your death day.
2. The red flame can be seen by anyone except the individual who possesses it.
3. If you tell the individual it’s their day, a flame will appear above your head too. Hitting two birds with one stone.
4. The electric force field barrier shaped like a bubble around Greenview, is not to be messed with. Several people have tried escaping this death game… it resulted in their deaths. We have learnt to stop our curiosity, curiosity is a big killer.
5. The three booms of the clock signals the death of the day.
6. This one is a bit obvious but, if you end your own life… you will die.
There was no way out of this and the civilians of Greenview had to learn how to move on with their lives.

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Two months have passed since the night Johnny Treadwell died. I still remember it as clear as ever. The way the flame flickered and glowed red, it seemed as if there was no heat to the flame… it was cold blood. It gives me a shiver up my spine. Every day I wake up with a sick, gut wrenching feeling. One day it’s your neighbour, next your 3rd Grade teacher, then your grandma and your best friend the next day. It was hard to cope with all the
I sat in my usual spot next to my best friend Daniel. He didn’t look up once. He couldn’t look at me. In that moment I well and truly knew it was my time. I glanced to the left backhand corner, where the first girl I’ve ever loved sat. Lucy Gerald was beautiful. She had bleach blonde hair and emerald green eyes, soft pale skin and rosy warm lips. Lips that I wanted to brush my lips against by the end of today. Today was my death day. And in that moment I pushed my chair backwards as I shot up quickly and started making my way out of this classroom.
“Where do you think you’re going Jake” said Mrs Burns in a firm voice.
“Hell probably” I shot back. I turned around to see Mrs Burn’s face start to boil with fury.
His classmates giggled as he took a small bow. I darted my eyes towards Lucy. We made direct eye contact immediately… she was already looking at me. Oh My God. My stomach filled with butterflies as she smiled sweetly at me. An unexpected and adventurous rush ran through me body. I walked towards Lucy and held out my hand.
“Will you come with me” I asked softly.
She placed her soft delicate fingertips on top of my hand and grasped my hand