Green Week Writing 2

Green Week Writing 2

This morning I saw a man with a clock in his back pack. It was a very large clock, it was sticking out of his pack. He was walking along a long dark alleyway. The man started to run, so not thinking I ran after him. I hid behind anything any thing any time he turned around. When he was safely out of site from anyone (except me), he  placed the precious clock. He began to sing. He sang 'Time time oh time, there is nothing compered to you. You chime every hour and you tick every second. there is nothing I want more than returning to the past.' Suddenly, the clock glowed a blinding blue. The clock said 'Stranger oh stranger, you are good. Your heart's filled with courage and love is to. you may return from the past but then must come back.' Blinding, a bright white circle appeared from no were