10 Minute Hourglass Novels & Stories

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.

And at the very center of the blueprint, inside the graphic representing Florence's silver basket, a small, digital countdown clock appeared. 00:00:90 The ninety days hadn't ended. The clock had just reset to seconds.

The pendant was a tiny delicate hourglass, that was filled with the smallest grains of sand I'd ever seen. She stared at it. Her hand coming up to her mouth. "Ethan..." "I know we haven't known each other long," I said quickly. "I know things are complicated. But the hourglass made me think of you. Of us. Because time with you feels different. It goes too fast when we're together and too slow when we're apart." She looked up at me. She seemed moved. I was doing a good job then. "Turn around," I said softly. "Let me put it on you."

“Tell Mom I’ll be down in ten!” They didn't move. Instead, Jackson’s hand came up, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with agonizing slowness before sliding into my damp hair, tilting my head back so I had no choice but to drown in his eyes. “Ten minutes is a long time, Cat. A lot can happen in ten minutes.”

"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.

She is too young to see my crazy side. I slowly opened my eyes and turned to look at the door but still, there is no trace of her. My eyes harden as I saw the wall clock, there is only 10 seconds for the time to end. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1.

Sherman nodded toward him and sat down on the sofa closest to the door, while everybody was trying hard to introduce their advantages and planning. Kingsley waved his left hand, signaling them to stop. Then he took a sip of tea and said, "There are 10 people in total, but I only have one hour. So each of you got 6 minutes, and please control the time by yourself. Who is going to be the first one? Let's start..." It seemed he was born with stateliness of a king. Everyone became quiet and abided by the rule of six minutes for each person. Once the time was over, they would stop automatically even if they didn't finish.

He was a wolf of precision and timing and no one could change that. I looked at the grandfather clock, counting the ticks as the minute hand crept closer to six. The corridors leading downstairs would soon be empty and the guards outside were scheduled to take a two-minute break before returning to their positions. So if my timing was right, I would have a window of about a minute and thirty seconds once the minute hand hit six to get out of the mansion successfully. I took in a deep breath and sighed as I watched the minute hand hit five. The chatter of the maidservants outside as they began to exit the corridor reached my ears, confirming my calculations. I waited patiently, listening to t

“But if you do nothing, the occupants will suffocate in the sand. Either way, you have to choose." Then without warning, he slammed his thumb down on the switch. Jared jolted, spinning around back to the boxes when a harsh, mechanical tone chimed. His eyes widened in horror as he watched the timers flash to life and immediately began counting down in synchronized red digits: 01:59... 01:58... Simultaneously, a heavy motorized grinding noise echoed through the room, and fine, heavy industrial sand began pouring rapidly through the top of each box, cascading down into both chambers like twin hourglasses.

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.