A little online notebook for me to 'pen' ideas in.
Harold Filligree-Tock lay snoozing, lulled by the sound of three hundred simultaneous ticks. In a minutes time, the ticks would turn to bells and rouse him. Sure enough, the sound changed, and the mahagony-haired young man jerked awake.
'Quiet!' his velvet voice was sharp with the command; at once, the legion of pocket-watches returned to their melodic ticking.