10 Minute Hourglass Novels & Stories

If the clock chimes before you solve it, you will be trapped here forever. You have five minutes to solve the lock before it becomes impossible. The clock is ticking. The symbols are shifting already. Make your first move. Turn the ring to the right, no the left, stop, or go. One wrong turn will seal your fate. You must think three moves ahead. Plan your path carefully before turning the ring. Your lives depend on your success. The clock counts down the seconds of your life. The symbols dance in a maddening blur. So, take a deep breath. Focus your mind. Solve the puzzle. Escape this chamber of secrets. Your journey awaits - if you can only unlock this door in time.

What if he was planning to humiliate me? What if this was another trap? My pulse thundered in my ears. I shook my head slightly. Focus. I powered it on. The screen lit up smoothly. Responsive. Stable. I released a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. But then my eyes flicked to the timer. Forty minutes remaining. My stomach dropped. A whole twenty minutes had already passed. Twenty minutes I would never get back. I wouldn’t have enough time. Not for the jewelry set I had prepared meticulously for weeks. Not for the layered symbolism, the precision detailing, the emotional narrative.

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.

It moved exactly one microscopic inch. "Incredible," Kiara mocked lethally, gracefully taking another delicate sip of her premium Darjeeling tea from the fragile porcelain cup. "At this completely pathetic, microscopic pace, my flawless marble likeness will officially reach the central fountain exactly by the time you completely expire from old age. I explicitly gave you exactly two hours, Singhania. The clock is aggressively ticking."

The confusion in the man’s voice was palpable. As the clock struck eleven, the mechanism whirred to life. The figure of Death inverted its hourglass. The windows above the clock face opened, and the procession of the Apostles began. Jack’s eyes were locked on them, counting. One, two, three… He ignored the gasps of the tourists. Ten… eleven. The figure of Judas appeared, clutching a bag. Its wooden head turned, its painted eyes staring directly at the corner of the House at the Minute.

With terror surrounding me, I hesitantly took off my bra, and then dropped it to the floor. THUD The man inhaled sharply and his eyes lustfully stared at my breasts while I squirmed from shame. “Five minutes.” He raised his left hand showing five fingers, “You have five minutes to make this gun warm from your breasts.” He said and my mouth dropped from shock. What nonsense is he talking about? He pulled out his phone, setting a timer, when I asked, puzzled, “H…ow…” “Huh… Just stay still… That’s it…” He said maliciously and then pressed the timer. I was still blank about what to do when the cold metal of his gun rubbed on my breasts, making me gape from the cold.

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.

I'd never done that before. "You should get something, too, Robert," Mom suggested, generously, since I was paying. "A nice Rolex watch or something." "Don't get a watch," Shelly said. "It'll only confuse you." "It will?" I frowned as the salesman chuckled, doubtlessly thinking my girlfriend was trying to insult me. I knew better. "The days are only 19 hours long on Karnas Prime," she explained. "And 27 hours long on Delphi." "Where?" Mom asked, holding a ladies Rolex and looking quite enamored with it.

Well, alive or dead, I didn't care as long as he was away from me. The auction continued for a long time. It wasn't my first time, so I was a little bored. Nothing caught my eye. It was nearing the end when the host finally presented the thing we searched for. ''Ladies and gentlemen, the last item which you will have the opportunity to bid for is this ancient hourglass. According to the legend, it belonged to an ancient empress 4000 thousand years ago. She used it as a tool to control and instil fear in her subjects. However, she got punished by a curse for her bad deeds. Now, we don't know if any if this is true, but the diamonds and rubies are real.'' He laughed pretentiously, and some peo

he announced staring at his wrist “I don’t understand,” I admitted. “ what happens in 47 hours, 59 minutes and 40 seconds.” Alex rolled back in his chair, a humorless smile playing on his lips. “You don’t even have that much time left anyway that’s how long you have to deliver a project that’s up to my standards. “ He paused, his gaze boring into mine. Or else consider yourself jobless.