mah new story, tell me what you think. (t's called the watchmaker's monster)

the watchmaker's monster

"but im not tired!" i chimed "not tired at all!"
"but its bed time honey." mamma said soothing as she stroked my hair.
"tell me a story! please mamma? im not tired."
"a story?" she said, folding her hands together.
"you havent told me one in forever!" I said, sitting up so that the blankets russled like waves.
"ok then sweety, a story it is." she said as she tightened her folded hands together proffesionaly.
"once upon a time in a town called contrary , and you must understand, this was a very long time ago, there lived a man, a watchmaker.
"he kept to himself mostly, spending hours making the finest clockwork around. pocket watches and wall clocks and tall grandfathers. clocks adorned his workshop, though they brought him no pleasure. this man had a dream, a dream to create life with clockwork and iron alone. the townspeople scoffed and ridiculed his poposturious idea and the young boys threw rocks and clods of mud at his door and windows, never realizing the anger smoldering behind them.
"and the watchmaker was angry. he became enraged and locked himself in his house, never uncovering the windows and never unbarring the door. He worked day and night on his clockwork creature, never stopping to eat or sleep or drink, he lived off his monster's soul as slowly, it began to live off his. his hands and face burnt in the smelting fire, but he felt no pain as he was charred, caring only for his creature.
"when the boys threw rocks and broke his windows, he didnt care. he addend ears and a snout to his creation.
"when the townspeople gathered outside his house and shouted for him to come out, he didnt care. he added teeth and claws.
"fianally they came with torches and make-shift wepons, threttening to burn his house down, but he didn't care, he had become a slave to his clockwork demon, a zombi doomed to finish his work. He added eyes. such eyes, still glowing red hot as he fumbled with his charcol-hands to fit them into the iron sockets, carefully conecting gears to screws and bits of clockwork. how odd it was that, though the eyes glowed like the embers that created them, they never cooled and faded to grey.
"the watchmaker stepped back to view his creation, its iron lids closed over the fiery eyes.
"he sighed in wonder over his monster, waiting for it to awaken. then, as if from a dream its snapped open. the clockwork creature drew a long slow breath. the watch maker could hear its innerds screeching as its the iron lungs expanded for the first time.
" 'my creature! you awaken!' he spoke for the first time in weeks, his voice raspy as he choked the words through his blackened, burnt lips.
"he, the man of cinders, and it, the creature of iron gazed at each other in admiration, one soul, two minds.
he was the first to look away, the creature sat as still as a statue, its eyes burning in its sockets. it growled a steel, hollow growl. There was somthing off about the growl, detached and souless. terrified the man hurled the bucket of water used to cool the iron at his monstrocity, its ember eyes fizzled and steamed but remained red and locked on his cinder caked face. it lunged for him, claws out and jaws agape, in its throught the watchmaker could see the fire that tore up it's belly as its white hot teeth tore at his face. he screamed, not quite dead but not living by any deffinition.
the creatures deathly claws ripped his eyes from there scortched sockets.
"the towns people outside heard his scream and the rusty grind of the creatures joints as it lunged for him. they burst through the door, shattering the bolt to splinters, but it was too late. the man was dead. yet, the creature seemed still, unmoving, its eyes a dormant shade of grey like an iron statue might have. and thats what it had become, an iron statue. you see, when the man's soul left his body, the creature's did aswell, because, unknown to the both of them, the man had given it his soul so in turn, it's death was its own doing. and thats the end."
mamma stared at me, eyes still full of wonder from her extravagent tale.
"but what became of the clockwork monster?" i asked, still slightly shaken from the man's death.
"the monster? oh no, a monster it was no more, it was a statue now, a despised statue at that. the towns people tied it up and threw it to the ocean, they say it still lies there, beneath the waves, eternally dormant."
i had nothing to say