At the end of our school corridor stood an enormous old clock. It was covered with dust, and its golden hands had stopped at twelve. Nobody knew how old it was. Some students said it had been there fo...
Genre : Worlds Beyond Imagination
Category : My own images
Total Pages : 63
mishita aroraI am a young and creative author who loves reading and writing stories .the magic of the old clock is one of them. I hope my stories take you on unforgettable journey.
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