10 Minute Hourglass 소설 & 이야기

Bright red, like fire. "What the hell is this?" the aggressive man shouted, his voice cracking with fear. The symbols flared brighter. The heat in the air intensified, becoming unbearable. And then, from the center of the circle, something began to rise. A stone pedestal emerged from the sand, smooth and black. And on top of it sat a single object. An hourglass. The sand inside was blood red, and it had already begun to fall. "You have seventy-two hours," the voice said. "Survive, and you may live to witness the next trial. Fail, and you will remain lost... forever."

Although the range of all the movements just now was not extensive, the mastery of power and time was highly demanding. Caspian even felt slightly out of breath. He raised his head and looked at the hourglass — the fine sand in the hourglass had just fallen by a third, and it was just within Caspian's expectation!

she whispered, her porcelain face chiseled with a terrible grin. "Now look at the clock." Through the sky above the copper cables a massive three-story bronze wheel, the central treasury clock of the capital, began to lower itself through the plum-colored clouds. The second hand of the clock was a thirty-foot double-edged steel guillotine that was falling toward the center of the lead registry with every tick. The time was three seconds to midnight. The steel wire inside Elara's palm gave a volcanic thump, the green numbers in her mind turning into a solid column of white zeros.

On the end was an hourglass. "Here," he said, holding it out for me. I shrunk away, my hands behind my back. "I don't want it." He took a deep breath. Obviously, I was frustrating him. "This is a travel charm." He placed the small hourglass on the end of the chain between his thumb and first finger and held it up for me to see. The dust inside sparkled like diamonds. "If you hold this in your hand and think of where you want to be, the charm will take you there."

A statue of a white wolf, with prominent blue eyes was built up at the pinnacle and below it was a large clock, ticking away. This was the clock. I rushed up the aisle, stepping onto the altar as I stood before the clock to see clearly. Then I realized that this clock was different from the usual ones we knew. Its values were a six hour interval where the seconds value was supposed to be. And a twenty-four hour interval for where the hours were supposed to be. What day is twelve o'clock? Twelve o'clock? Oh. She was talking about the northern cardinal. "Thursday." And where is the hour hand?

She hands it to me with an excited grin. "Here! This is for you." I take the bag, surprised again. "Tiff, you didn’t have to…" I start, but she just waves off my protest. I open it, only to find a padded box inside. I lift the lid, only to find a beautiful hourglass inside mounted on a thin golden stand. The sand inside shimmers, and I realize it’s filled with tiny shells, each one delicate and perfectly formed. It’s stunning. "Do you like it?" Tiffany asks, her eyes sparkling as she watches my reaction.

"How did you know about that? The rulers hid it, and there's no way for it to end up in the underworld." "I am cursed, and I must find it and return that thing to both rulers for safekeeping." "Someone must have stolen it," says Cerberus, the dog. "Do not touch anything and only get what you need. Comeback here before this hourglass loses all its grains." The dog bit the necklace of horas, it is designed with an hourglass to remind of the time that a wandering soul can spend on the underworld.

Zane's Point Of View The sand in the hourglass hissed its last grains, a sound that bit into the back of my skull like the tick of a blade being sharpened. The chamber was alive with shadows and echoes, the air still humming from the illusions it had forced on us.

The second hand swept forward. One minute left.

I scrub them with soap until they are pink. I look at the timer on my phone. 2:59. Three minutes. One hundred and eighty seconds. I cannot look at the sticks. If I look at them before the time is up, I will panic. I will vomit again. I turn my back on the sink. I look at the floor. The tiles are white squares with grey grout. They are chipped in the corners. There is a hair trapped in the sealant near the door. I start counting. One tile. Two tiles. Three tiles.