minathewriter
As the clock ticks off its way to midnight, I breathe in the cool summer air, sipping my tea as I hunch over my computer, my fingers gliding over the keyboard effortlessly. The words flow like the river, transforming the page into something incredible.
Tick tock, the clock is ticking and Eleven's hour is running out. Run, run, time is ticking away. And when the hour ticks off there will be no more time left to save Clara. Tick tock, the clock is ticking. Run, run, no time for fish sticks and custard...
Transform is to change into the person you were always meant to be. To change in the face of adversity and hard ship and become someone, something, stronger. It can be compared to the way a caterpillar becomes a butterfly. It is rebirth, reincarnation, change and beauty