attempts

[timepiececlock]

Silence never graced the house at 1630.

GAH! That's so lame.

Lights out timing hit them the same hour every night, a whirling tornado that dwindled into a deathly calm that no one wanted to break for fear that all the stories were true and this might be the last night of sleep. But even with the fiercly guarded curfew of speech, bodies breathed sound and there were too many

Gah. That was way too long and wordy.


You know, writing because you tell yourself it's time to write something just doesn't work for me.