The man in his office

The Man In His Office

The man sat in his dimly lit office with a pen in one hand and his forehead cradled in the other as he sat there looking as his unfinished story. He began to sweat profusely and felt sick to the stomach. The air was still and silent except for him drumming his knuckles on the desk and the ticking of the clock.

The man abruptly stood and cursed at the clock then muttered between clenched teeth, “Why the hell couldn’t I have bought a digital clock!” He raised his fist as if he was about to smash the cloth but restraint himself. He then turned his back to the clock and slowly approached his desk again. He pulled his leather armchair back and was about to sit down when the clock chimed midnight. He whipped around snarling at the wooden clock and ripped it off the wall. Then with a single thrust he flung the annoyance through the office window, forgetting that it was closed. There was a loud crash followed by the sound of raining glass.

The man stood paralyzed behind his desk listening. Then through the sound of the glass hitting the street below, he heard a dull thump with a splintering sound accompanying. This scared him beyond what he had felt in a long time. Everything seemed calm, but suddenly everything got worse when there was a shriek followed by a loud stampede of footsteps. He slowly approached the shattered window and looked down, horrified.

He could see nothing but a mass of people surrounding a man who laid on the ground and a woman at his side holding the clock. The man felt extremely sick became dizzy. He turned around to sit down and stepped on a piece of glass. He could feel the glass slip out from under him and groped his surroundings for something to prevent his fall. Unfortunately, he fell onto the windowsill which was covered in glass. He once again felt himself falling and managed to grasp the windowsill. He held on with all of his might, but could feel the glass gouging his fingers. He looked down and saw a few people walking to and fro three stories below. The man tried to yell but the pain of the glass in his fingers and the stress on his arms securing him to the windowsill was too much.


God, I can’t finish this story. This darn clock is annoying the hell out of me.


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PWNAGE

Quick and to the point, but maybe too quick. Could use more description. Great to know the gender of the person, better to know much more about them though.
Pretty good, all in all though.