Time: My Exploits When Time Stops.

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The hand moves slowly but ever so consistently. I watch intently, waiting for that precious moment. It is 3:09, anticipation flowing without end. The second hand now at 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59. It stops in mid-beat. A crumpled ball of paper in mid-air flight to nowhere, still. Bodies and minds frozen in time. Mine, on a wandering pillage of confusion. Sound turns to utter tranquility. Wind melts. Heat mutates to cold. Light stops, rays like spears, striking everything and everyone. The pitter-patter of fallen hearts, happy joyous feelings, hatred, all become a slosh of nothingness. I get up, surprised. I move towards the front of the class. The spears break like glass before me, shattered. Confused, I wave my hands like a madman in front of my teacher, his face frozen in mid-lecture, words spilling out in a frozen stream. I realize, the epoch clock, has stopped.

Amazed, I wonder aloud, "Wow, what do I do now?"

I walk towards the door, in a surreal state of mind, as this is not something your brain has to try and comprehend everyday. I remember when I was little and talking to my friends about what we would do if time stopped. I couldn't think, and I couldn't remember worth a damn what I would do, and at this point I don't care. I'm in shock. I've seen a great deal of sci-fi movies, but nothing that could even remotely prepare me for this.

At first I think, "Hey maybe it's a dream, that'd suck".

So remembering those movies and books where people who were dreaming pinched themselves, I give it a try. And man did I ever. Being in such a confused state, I forget my strength and draw blood. Two nicely shaped crescents of crimson begin to...