10 Minute Hourglass Novels & Stories

“What do you mean what? You told me yourself - 100 seconds equals a minute, 100 minutes equal an hour. Here, we’ve got 60 seconds a minute, 60 minutes to an hour. Those seconds really add up!” “Sure, but it’s only ten hour cycles, while you’ve got twenty-four hour days! I figure two of my cycles equals about one day, right?” “Your math is seriously the worst. 60 times 60 times 24 is 86,400. 100 times 100 times 10 is 100,000! Each cycle you go through is longer than a day on Earth!” Eva was immediately taken aback. Her sense of time had always been crappy. Combined with the fact that she no longer aged, she realized that her ability to track time was shot beyond belief. But she didn’t think

"Since you won't listen to me, you'll deserve what's coming to you!" Time ticked by minute by minute. As they approached the one-hour mark, Bazzo had lost all hope. Once triggered, this magical treasure only lasted one hour and couldn't be used again for three days.

The grains of sand began to fall. “You have 10 minutes,” he said. “To find and execute him.”

Only the hollow certainty that I had been abandoned. His grin faltering for the first time. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a battered stopwatch, its metal face scratched. He dangled it in front of me with theatrical slowness. “Well, we’ll see about that, won’t we? Ten minutes, sweetheart. That’s all I’ll give.” One of the others tossed him a small metal device. He clicked it open, and the sound of it like a gun’s chamber snapping shut echoed louder than thunder in my ears. A stopwatch.

I was the reason he’s suffering like this, and no matter how I try to convince myself otherwise, it doesn’t change the truth. My eyes landed on the hourglass sitting quietly by the windowsill, the golden grains of sand slipping away one by one, slower than a heartbeat, yet each fall felt heavy with meaning, like time was running out on us, like we were both standing at the edge of something we couldn't stop.

Spoke without turning around. “We have twelve hours.

Deep breath. I opened the drawer and pulled the test out. My eyes were screwed shut. Aw, hell. Where were my lady balls? Mind you, if I had balls, I wouldn’t be staring at a stick covered in my urine. 'Okay. Shit. Time to look.' I opened my eyes and looked at that motherfucking hourglass, which was flipping itself up and down, up and down. “You bitch,” I hissed. That had to had been three minutes! If not, it was sure as shit the longest two of my life.

Severin then contemplated to himself, 'I suppose this assessment requires me to refine pills then. His question was finally answered as the voice instructed, "Craft ten types of second-grade pills within an hour. They must be all of elite quality." Severin's composed expression immediately turned stern. "Now this is starting to be a challenge." Crafting ten top-quality second-grade pills in an hour demanded swift alchemical prowess and the ability to discern the most optimal combination of ingredients.

120. Monday, 21:05: Beep. 1.2..3..120. Tuesday, 21:05: Beep. 1.2..3..120. Tuesday, 23:30: “Beep, hello 001. It is now 23:50, the counting system will close in ten minutes, please complete the count from 1 to 120 if you want to continue” Huh? Wasn't that already counted? I looked at the clock, 23:30, no, just on the third day the clock is already out of time, what kind of experiment. I thought, just to be sure, counting again.

Like why I’d felt a mate-bond between myself and Genevieve, when it was clear she couldn’t feel it herself. Kiara lifted her hand, holding it out for me to inspect. A golden bracelet circled her wrist, set with a small hourglass. Sand trickled from one end to the other. A silent countdown to something big—something important, perhaps. In a flash of golden light the bracelet vanished, morphing into a slender cane. The hourglass was perched on top, a few sizes larger. Enough for me to see the individual granules of sand trickling away. “Three spins of this hourglass and I can manipulate the fate of every being in this room. Do you know the power a single grain possesses?”