Clocks

“Beep Beep Beep!” My alarm usually screams at me to wake me from my usual unforgiving short bedtime hours, but not today. Today, waking up without the assistance of that cringe worthy noise, with eyes still heavy, I reached my arm out from under the cozy blankets and switched the alarm button to off, as it was no longer needed. Bringing my arm back into my side, with my eyes still closed I laid there wondering why this morning I did not have to be shaken back to life. I easily narrowed it down…

Beep, beep, beep! went Juniper's alarm. "Ugh," groaned Juniper, dragging herself out of bed. Juniper used the washroom, made her bed, and changed her clothes. Juniper loved the mornings, except for one part: going through the hallway; it took like one million years to get through! One million years later, she reached the stairs and sighed with relief. "Ahhh!" exclaimed Juniper. She started to walk down the stairs . . . until she reached the bottom stair with a toy car stuck to her bottom.…

button on the alarm clock every morning. Konnikova argues that individuals should strive to sync their daily morning routine to their internal circadian rhythm to live better and be more productive. Her solution to taming the widespread epidemic of sleeplessness and subpar productivity involves adding localized time zones across countries to promote internally synchronized schedules. She ultimately persuades readers to try relying on their internal rhythms instead of alarm clocks, but her…

compares a clock to a human heart which has stopped, the poem is composed of four stanzas with the first and fourth being composed of four lines and the second one of only three lines, and finally, the third being composed of five. In this particular poem, Dickinson seems to depict death as a powerful enemy for men, She begins by talking about a clock whose handles just stopped, clearly referring to a men’s heart stopping. Then she talks about a skillful clockmaker whom cannot make the clock…

I have a ritual. Every morning, I immediately open my laptop and browse several sporting analysis websites. This occurs before my shower. Before brushing my teeth. Before opening Facebook. Before eating breakfast. Often, before I am fully awake. I need my daily fix. Then, breakfast is consumed while watching the news. Not politics and weather though, nor business and finance. Always Fox Sports News. Some require a morning coffee. Without it, they bemoan their inability to properly function.…

Her dreams hadn’t been peaceful, nor did they have much time to develop. It seemed like she was only just laying her head down on her pillow, exhausted to the bone, when the subtle shift of her mattress pulled her from its depths. Was her alarm sounding? Had she slept in later than she intended, running late for work? As the brute got comfortable and eased the sheets down to expose her shoulders, Isla took a slow breath in, confused by the deep voice pressed tightly against her ear. Melatonin…

Every night starts out the same. My dream and I. I hear all the voices of my classmates, yelling, laughing, and most of all, harassing me. ‘Loser’, ‘Nerd’, ‘Four Eyes’, ‘Know it all’, all of those words. Sometimes, I end up with bruises at the end of the day. I saw dark shadows overrule me, taking everything I've wanted and dreamt about. I woke up with sweat on my face. My heart, beating so fast out of my chest. The fan, blowing loudly. I looked over at my original alarm, and read 2:45 A.M. I…

novel, the broken clock, partway through the novel. The symbol of the clock allows the reader to more clearly see Jay Gatsby’s character and wishes, as well as help to add a deeper meaning to the themes of the work and the work as a whole. The symbol of the clock is introduced…

He Was My Everything “Stop all the Clocks” is a beautifully compelling poem by W. H. Auden. It is a eulogy of sorts, but also a love poem. It is compelling because of the way Auden manipulates language through metaphors. He refrains from using similes because metaphors are the stronger method of comparison. The strength of metaphors comes from their layered meanings, their subjective meanings, and their structure; they are what make this poem powerful. Metaphors are buried in layers. They…

I hear the alarm clock beeping constantly knowing I have to wake up to go to school. I get up hesitantly to turn off the alarm clock and gather my clothes to jump in the shower. Getting out of the shower I smelled this sense of aroma floating in the atmosphere. It came to mind, that my mother was cooking breakfast for me before I leave to go to school. I threw my clothes on and walked step by step down the stairs. As I approached the kitchen, I was observing to see if anybody was in there.…