10 Minute Hourglass Novels & Stories

"I ordered your favorite soft pink wedding dress. After surgery, the designer will take your measurements. At our wedding, you'll be the most beautiful bride." I smiled and touched his face. This was my farewell. Tears streamed down my face, and a silent thought echoed. "Ethan, there won't be a wedding for us." As the doors to the operating theater closed, I kept my gaze fixed on the three people I loved most; I wanted to commit their faces to memory. Once these doors closed, I knew I would never see them again. As anesthesia dulled my senses, the world around me faded away. My death was declared at precisely 10:00 pm, as indicated by the wall clock.

The scent of disinfectant fought with the smell of rotting lilies. "The Thirteenth Hour," Dante whispered, his voice a jagged rasp. He looked at the digital clock on the wall—13:00—the numbers bleeding into the air like fresh ink. "It’s not a reset, Ivy. It’s a collapse. The layers are bleeding into each other."

They must be waiting for me somewhere. As the train jerks, slowly crawling out of the station, I settle into my seat. I’ve theorised that it must take a few days for the train to make the full trip. Maybe a week even. Just as those thoughts consumed my mind, a small screen planted into the back of the seat in front of me flashes. First Destination : Territory Of Fate Time of Travel : 26 hours. Sighing deeply, I settle into my seat. With no belongings aside from the clothes on my back, I peel off my jacket and use it as a pillow. A few seats in front of me, I hear someone’s muffled cries.

"This must be expensive, huh?" It was my pocket watch. My mom's. The only thing she ever left me. I'd cried over it more times than I could admit. I polished that thing every day like it was sacred. One scratch and it wrecked me. And Donna knew that.

she said softly, “your mind is overwhelmed. Trauma makes reality feel distorted because your brain is constantly scanning for danger. It’s trying to protect you, but it’s also exhausting you.” I breathed in deeply. “I don’t know how to move on. I don’t know if I’d be able to live normally again.” Dr. Hayes stood slowly, walked to a small shelf, and returned with a silver hourglass. She placed it gently on the table between us. “This hourglass,” she said, flipping it, “has a fixed amount of sand. Once it runs out, you cannot push it back in. That’s time gone.” I stared at it as the grains slipped downward.

Yet, as the doors closed behind them, a shadow flickered, a subtle distortion in time's continuum, hinting that their journey was far from over and that new challenges lurked on the horizon. As the guardians dispersed, merging into the tapestry of their individual realms, the clock tower stood tall and timeless against the backdrop of the universe. But deep within its core, a mechanism that had been dormant for millennia began to stir. In the tower's most sacred chamber, a place even the guardians had never ventured, a large ornate hourglass rested. This hourglass was unlike any other; its sands were not of this realm, but rather stardust from the very beginning of time. For eons, it remaine

Cleo's eyelids fluttered open, her eyes momentarily struggling to adjust to the golden sunlight that bathed the world around her. As realization slowly settled in, she glanced at the sand glass hung in the castle, her eyes shot wide open with a surge of panic. They had slept for nearly an hour, and Cleo knew they couldn't afford to waste any more time.

We haven't seen the Clepsydra yet- if it's still here and I hope it still is. My father should not get a hold of it anymore or else all of it will be messy again. I am the first one to step inside the room and there I saw an hourglass-shaped container with lots of tubes connected to it. There's nothing in this room except for that but no one tried walking towards it aside from Cayden's father.

Alex said, “If I don’t save her, I will feel uneasy! Whatmore, the left-wing troop of Flying Eagles has completely fallen in the Blood Cult’s hands, and the position of commander has fallen into the hands of the major families in the country. Without a commander like my master in Flying Eagles, I’m worried that something big will happen soon… If she doesn’t die, she can still reconstruct Flying Eagles in the future. If she really did die, then everything is over, and we won’t have any more peaceful days in the future.” Dorothy slapped Alex on the head. “I suddenly thought of a formation.” “What formation?” “The Hourglass of Time.” Alex furrowed his brows. “Why haven’t I heard of it?” Dorothy

The Hourglass has already indicated that is remaining twenty-five minutes for the Prince to be back from his mission, then Pablo and Claudius were already seen looking at the hourglass, constantly, and also as they were waiting for Stormie, one of them the guards came closer and asks them Certain questions