Concupiscentia Entry 1 Part 1:
Timmy finally found his dog sitting in the park with a lovely girl. It was such a beautiful day outside. Surely, nothing will go wrong?
Actual Draft I wrote if anybody is interested:
**One Second Till Midnight**
On a nice sunny day, a boy named Timmy ran around the park. With a fidgeting body dripping with sweat, he inspected every person, animal, and corner that he could travel to.
With a phone in his hand, he stares at the message written on his tempered screen.
"Hey! I found your beloved dog in the park!"
At the same time, on the other side of the world, it was the dead of night.
Inside an ominous room, void of life and little light, a giant clock, shaped like a half-eaten arc, sits on a podium, silently ticking.
A long hand, be it a minute or an hour, points toward the edge of a huge dot placed on top of the arch. It wasn't like your usual clock; not many could comprehend its purpose unless one had watched the news. Is it saying that it's 11:59 somewhere in the world? Is it telling the weight of an unknown object?
Close, but nay. Let us return to day. Little Timmy has finally stopped running.
In the park, across from him stood a happy woman playing with a healthy but tiny golden retriever.
How lovely they both looked. With a throw, the jolly puppy would leap and catch a flying green ball. It would then hop around like a bunny, as if celebrating another win.
Timmy's jaw dropped. "My dog!" he gasped. Tears quickly welled up in his eyes as he launched himself towards a wholesome reunion.
Tick, Timmy ran full force.
Tock, the puppy felt shock.
Tick, both ran towards each other.
Tock, with open arms, Timmy wrapped his tired arms around the puppy, who lovingly licked his cheek.
Tick, all was gone in a blink.
Timmy, the puppy, and the park were all blown to bits.
Because no one heeded the warning of an all-out blitz.
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