10 Minute Hourglass Novels & Stories

I never noticed that before, which is weird, because it’s bloody huge and hardly discrete. “You have been gone for almost twenty four hours. That hourglass made time move slower, no doubt it is one of many items that gave The Original Seven their advantage against Olympus. Now, can we get back to reality before this place is discovered by those who would abuse its contents?” Mrs Crook looks to Zaine and waits for him to do as he is told. “Where did that come fr...” Dirk cocks his head as he watches the sand pour into a mound which slowly creeps across the floor until he is buried up to his ankles. I had been about to ask the same thing, but Mrs Crook abruptly interrupts him with a stern look

Nora rushed to deposit her twenty-liter jug beneath the recently vacant flowing tap after which she turned to its former occupant to inquire the time. "Twenty-four minutes into ten." She thanked her before focusing on the descending colorless liquid glittering in the penumbra of the bugs mesmerized street lights. Almost ten and she hadn't even made a round out of thirteen. She heaved a heavy sigh. The night was going to be a long one--A very long one--which she was going to navigate through with an empty tummy.

In the midst of it all were hundreds of glass vessels shaped like hourglasses, rotating on their own in the air. Different colored liquids glowed inside them. Purple. Crimson. Blue. Black. I was speechless. “These hourglasses contain rare medicines that are preserved by being rotated this way…” “Wow, can I touch them?” Albert said quickly. “No. Unless you are a registered physician. These medicines are expensive and they cost hundreds of dollars,” He showed me each section of medicines, explaining everything to me in full detail. They were also encased with potions kept for future use. I had not felt so much energy since I arrived at the Rogue Kingdom.

It looked like a small sun surrendering to dark rot. Five hours is forever if you’re right. It’s a blink if you’re wrong. Either way, it started five minutes ago.

Elandra’s dying voice whispered: “Go! Take him away! To the place of sacrifice! Use the keys! Now!” Then, a silent explosion. The light and darkness vanished. The room returned to normal, quiet, save for the beeping of the medical monitors. The Time Weaver and Elandra were gone. But on the floor, right where they had collided, lay a small hourglass made of crystal, filled with sand that was half gold and half purple. And the sand was moving down, very slowly. Elara picked it up carefully. “This is… a timer. He gave us a deadline.”

Silence settled between us for a moment. The faint hum overhead continued. The drip in the corner echoed. Somewhere above, men were probably laughing. Checking their phones. Counting money they hadn’t earned yet. Forty-eight hours. I did the math automatically. Six hours gone. Forty-two left. Not enough time. And too much time all at once. I twisted again. Crack. The plastic stretched slightly, a tiny give in the pressure. My heart thudded harder. “One more,” I muttered under my breath.

Marissa cheered from where she stood. I spared a glance at the ticking blue clock that hung on the wall and my jaw dropped in disbelief. "It's 8:30 PM?” I blinked, allowing the shock to set in, "How in the world is the time so fast?" I half yelled, "It was 6:00 just a few minutes ago, how did we spend over two hours?” "You decided to follow a Vogue makeup tutorial, which looks fabulous on you by the way and it took you well over an hour to do." Marissa narrowed her eyes at me after collecting the straightener.