10 Minute Hourglass Novels & Stories

"The mechanics of the game have cards. There are ten pieces. More can be placed at the end where the Glass aquarium is. And not with hands. Neither will feet be used. But mouth. Do not touch. You will pass it lips to lips to the one before you until the last so that he can put it in the aquarium. You only have 5 minutes. Time starts now!" time is running out so we hurried. It's really hard but if you're good at balancing and kissing chicks will just go with you and it won't be difficult.

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.

120 hours, that was all it would take. Kate looked up at the sky, 119:53:42 shone in the blue of the afternoon. The time was enchanted across the sky, a magic that had been lent from another kingdom. The alpha's first bite ceased to be effective in 119 hours, 53 minutes, and 27, 26, 25 seconds. Kate counted down, grateful for each second that passed in their favor.

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.

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

Ugh. I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water when I saw her humming and cooking something. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt which fell to her mid-thighs and wore pink fluffy bunny slippers and a minnie mouse apron with her hair up in a bun. I snorted at the sight which I guess startled her as she gave a small yelp and jumped a bit.

5:00 PM One more bloody hour!

They would be like ants drowned in consolidated droplets, and the water wouldn’t know the difference. Even as Sasha’s heart pounded with fear for both his and Aki’s lives, he willed himself to think quickly. He was using both his memory and mental calculations to study all the turns they passed in a blur and all the others they took in haste. Like in a house of mirrors, everything looked the same. But Aki was right, the maze was following cat’s cradle patterns. Each design lasted for exactly ten minutes unless they tripped a wire, in which case the maze would immediately proceed to the next. There was also a transition of ten seconds between designs.

They cleaned it off and placed it on the table. “Mellony, this hourglass is the same hourglass I had earlier. It even has the same markings.” “That's impossible.” “Why?” “Because my grandfather died over a hundred years ago. Even then he didn't use it. So, it can't be the same witching glass you had. It's not even enchanted.” “Please believe me. This is the same one.” Melony didn't want to argue about it anymore. She looked toward the front window. Something was on her mind.

The clock had started. Twenty-four hours.