10 Minute Hourglass Novels & Stories

If only it could lead me to the cure… I know Valerie was trying and had sent samples out, but I know she is no closer to finding an answer than she was when she started. I look at the children once more, slowly easing out of bed. I will sleep with them tonight but before that, there’s something I wanted to do… just in case… Returning to the room where Sebastian and I once slept together, I take out something I had spotted from Dad’s office earlier today. A large yet simple hourglass. I get to work unscrewing the wooden base and carefully emptying the sand into a bowl. I then wipe it down and opening the pouch carefully pour the Moon Dust into the now empty hourglass.

Brown liquid splashes. Hot ceramic skitters across wet concrete. The woman in the red coat gasps. Again. Her hand flies to her mouth. Again. The cyclist swerves, curses loud enough to cut through the drizzle. Again. The traffic light flicks from amber to red. Again. Ten minutes. It’s always ten minutes. We’re stuck inside a broken pocket watch, ticking the same agonizing seconds. Havenhill Square. 3:47 PM. Relentless.

I looked up at the mirror and I caught myself grinning from ear to ear, my cheeks were pale and pink. “No, this can’t happen, Nora!” I cautioned myself. “Noey, Noey!” Jeremy called out my name Why the hell was he back so soon? I sneaked into a small hole where he kept his books. Jeremy’s POV I walked into my study, but the moment I stepped inside, my chest tightened. The hourglass. It was lying on the floor, shattered glass mixed with sand. I froze. I never left it that way. That piece had been on my desk since I was sixteen, it never moved unless I touched it.

Louis had his brows furrowed for a while as he stared at me, then back at Ivy and Liora who had walked down the hall and taken a left. Then his eyes widened like he had picked up. “Of course, time is of the essence.” I looked down at the wrist watch Louis had given me and we had spent thirty minutes already. Four hours, twenty-nine minutes left. It was written boldly on the watch screen.

How could I stop my mind from constantly wondering who the hell that male was in the trunk that night? I stare at the large grim reaper on his back, there is an hourglass in his hands instead of the usual scythe. Time was more a weapon than that was and they wanted their enemies to know when their time was up. Something like that. There are rumors of them carving an hourglass into the flesh of their enemies and I want to believe its just a myth.

The bottle was empty. " It'll take at least one hour and it's 12: 30 " A soft emotion passed over his chisel face in worry. " Are you thirsty? " She just nodded, sinking back into the seat and wrapping her arms over her body beneath her huge hijab. It was cold. Terribly cold, her hijab was huge but not thick to prevent the icy breeze from passing through her body and freezing her blood.

“You haven't explained anything to us about this time travel at all!” “I don't have much time to explain.” Montessa took out an hourglass and then turned the full hourglass side up. “The only time we have until the sand inside this clock is up.” "What are you talking about?" Obviously, she and Bianca had absolutely no idea of the meaning behind Montessa's words just now.

Break what? Her gaze travelled to the hour glass at that moment and it clicked. The hour glass. He had sent it. Roxanne stared at the text and then at the hour glass. At last, she tucked her phone away without typing a response and carried the hour glass fl keep on her shelf. Maybe there was no need to return this to him. The thought made a smile cross her lips as she turned away and face her assistant. "What's first today?" "You have a meeting in about ten minutes and the client would all be here." Bella informed.

As Mike remembers this moment he laughs and feels like it happens just yesterday the he keeps seeking the box with their many pictures every picture he seen he takes time to recall the event of every captures. Then an hour later he leaves with the small hourglass as he leaves Alice's brother what's with that hourglass of all the old things from Alice the hourglass capture his attention then Mike leaves the hourglass he bring from Alice as the thing that she use when Alice wrote the ten letters that suppose her gift to Mike but her time came by and it is unexpected for everyone especially to Mike as he drove back to the home he displayed the hourglass in near to him because of the way he look

She glanced at her watch, saw that she only had to get through one more hour, then she could escape without being rude. Forget about one day at a time right now, OK? This is one minute at a time, so hang in there. Just get through one more minute without a drink. Then another. And another and another until all those minutes add up to an hour. You can do this. You can, and you will.