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Clockwork GirlTwirl, twirl, twirl.Clockwork Girl by Rieal-Dragonsbane
The first time I opened my eyes, I saw my father. When I reached out for him, my joints squeaked and creaked and my arms jittered.
That was his first word to me.
He took off his glasses and left the room cleaning them. That left me alone, in the dark, listening to spiders clicking and clacking inside my head. They frightened me. I wanted my father.
When I tried to move my legs, I found that I had none. It was disconcerting, but not an impassable obstacle. I used my arms and my fingers to drag my body across the floor, until I met the door. It was disconcerting, but not an impassable obstacle. I broke the door and passed through.
I heard running steps above me. Then the steps ran down the stairs. My father appeared. He saw me and staggered back.
“Hmm,” I said. “Hmm. Hmm.”
My father approached me and I reached out for him. We both jittered.
He swung a wrench at me and all the spiders stopped.
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I am the kind prone to scribbling on what ever paper I can get my hands on, speaking in random accents, and ad-libbing like a mad banana. My writing tends to depends on sharing it with others, which means pestering people to co-write or review my work, which I am to paranoid to publish.
I also happen to be in Australia, but sadly too far into humanised areas to see kangaroos very often.