Write a story about time travel as suggested by this picture:

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Tick. Tick. Tick.  

The breath catches in my throat. Oh no.

The sound of ticking fills my eardrums. It sounds like a clock, whirring away in my brain. I can almost imagine it, gold in colour, its cogs different shapes and each one spinning at a unique speed. Each tick sends a jolt of panic down my spine.  

No, no it's not real. It's fine. I'm just imagining it. It's not real.

"Naomi, can you hear that?"

"Hear what?" I say, holding my breath. I forgot she was there.

"That ticking." No. Oh no.

"What ticking?"

"That ticking noise, it's getting louder." Lara's staring at me. She always does that. She stares at your eyes, into your soul, and tries to work out how you really feel. I blink and look away making the swing creak slightly.

Before I could answer, a distant rumble draws our attention into the sky.  

"What on earth-" Her voice trails away.

A large black mass appears, swirling in a violent greeting.  

"What's happening?" I say though I know exactly what's going on. It's happening. It's happening again. No, not again.

The mass is expanding, growing a thousand shades darker in black every second.  

"The ticking's coming from that cloud-" Lara murmurs, her hands shaking.

It's not a cloud. Doesn't she know anything?

I look down at my legs. Something's odd. Not the way they look, though the black tights and school shoes aren't exactly flattering. I'm slowly losing the feeling in both of them. I reach out and touch my right calf-and the deja vu suddenly hits me-it’s happening. It's happening again. I can’t move- oh no- it's happening-

"We better go home."  

"We can't, Lara."  

"What?"

"We can't."

She tosses her hair and glares at me. "Well, why not?"

I don't answer. Instead, I watch her struggle to get off the swing.

"I can't move! Help me, Naomi! I can't feel my legs-" She shrieks.

"I told you."

"Naomi, what's going on?"

I look up. The sky is black now.

"Are you ready?" I say, though my voice wobbles.

"For what? What are you-"

There's a far-off sound of a clock bell ringing. Then the darkness swallows us up and swoops us away.

(not finished!)

repetition is used to emphasize a feeling or idea, create rhythm, and/or develop a sense of urgency.

with whom will you be coming to the party? this is written correctly.