Survival of the Fittest

Al, an old alarm clock who always had a frown on his face, used to live in a quiet, empty town called Gadget-Ville. His best days were long ago when his steady ringing filled the houses and woke people from their worst fears. But things changed when a handsome new guy named Max showed up with a state-of-the-art cell phone that did everything. <img alt="" src="https://miro.medium.com/v2/resize:fit:322/1*Cc2iXUKe9mkzT96L6Jfbrg.jpeg" style="height:358px; width:358px" /> Sad Alarm Clock Max was much more interesting than Al because he looked better and had an app that used the user’s favorite music as a wake-up. Al’s once-proud image and sense of self-worth were destroyed when he was turned down and put on the nightstand. When Max’s alarms went off with their melodic “ring-a-ling” one morning, they sent the terrible, quiet message that Al’s time had come and gone. Timmy, the only watchmaker on the empty street, was a pertinent part of Gadget-Ville society, which most people didn’t know. His once-cool bands are now empty and lying on the floor. Timmy’s soul is now in a lonely graveyard, where once there was demand and happiness. He was always reminded of how bad he was by the space his once-cool things left behind. <a href="https://medium.com/@ameerbibi/survival-of-the-fittest-95dd0c4f8827">Visit Now</a>