روايات وقصص ضمن 7 Hours

-Week 13~ day 7, 500 hours. I haven't got any sleep for the past 35 hours. having to find our way back to base, after out transportation got eliminated. Then I remembered Kota, and that she would tell me to suck it up and keep going. That my life is more important than sleep, and so are my comrades around me. -Week 14~ day 2, 700 hours.

The crying session earlier helped even a little, I guess. Before I do so, I took my phone that was placed next to my head earlier and opened it. Eleven o'clock. I indeed slept for two hours. Afterwards, I placed my phone to the laptop table beside me. When I was about to get up, I noticed that something was covered in my lower body.

Since it'll take about 3 hours 17 minutes to get here. ********

My words were slow, and the sentence seemed to stop time because it took so long to say. Jamison didn't answer, and I wondered how long he could let blood flow to his head before he did permanent damage. Ethan stared at Carson as though he held all the answers. So, I too turned my attention toward Carson, raised my brows, and leaned forward to wait on his response. It took monumental effort as heavy as my body felt, but it was a good weight-solid. Grounded and stable. Carson shrugged and took a sip of water. "I don't know...six or seven hours, maybe eight if it's good."

I read it. It took approximately twelve seconds to read, which was the amount of time it took to register the two categories and the two time windows and the brief, clean sentence at the bottom that said please observe scheduled hours to support the household's morning routines. The document was brief. It said what it needed to say in the compact, unornamented language of someone who had thought carefully about what words to include and had included only those. His hours: seven to eight. Mine: nine to ten.

My dreams. The next thing I know. An alarm is beeping. “What time is it?” I ask groggily. But no one answers. I go to switch off the alarm and the clock reads 14:00. The door opens, and light from the hallway brightens up the room. Carson walks in with a mug in his hand. “Seven hours. I’ve slept for 7 hours.” I said in shock. I haven’t slept that long for a long time.

she said. I looked at the documents on the table. At Lucas. At Celeste. At Simone with her phone face down and her jaw set and the particular composure of someone holding two things at once that were pulling in different directions. I looked at Patricia. “Seventy two hours,” I said. “Seventy two hours,” she confirmed. I nodded. “Alright,” I said.

The very nice weather turn into a dark clouds with a bad weather, it's like the heaven was also sharing the pain that Betty and Felix were feeling at that moment. Betty slowly felt the pain and fading like a candle when she heard that her husband Simon was gone. She was kneeling on the floor while crying in vain. Felix runs beside her mother Betty when he saw her kneeling and then she tapped her back and trying to calm her down from sobbing so hard.

It was a firsthand lesson in just how terrifying a woman's energy could be. He couldn't help but vent, "You know what? I've been through three days and nights of military training that weren't nearly as intense as this. At least you could get breaks in training. Today, I didn't stop moving for seven hours straight." Mitch was taken aback. So, they had shopped for seven solid hours? He had figured that they would have stopped at a cafe or restaurant at some point. Seven hours of non-stop shopping—it was no wonder Elias was worn out.

he asked, bracing himself for the answer. “Seven hours,” she said, an apologetic look on her face. “Sorry--I was wrong about how long it would take me. I think I’ll be done in another hour or so, though.” “Seven hours!” he repeated, running a hand through his hair. With the time he’d already lost with his detour, he knew he probably couldn’t make it to Louis City in time now, not even if he drove as fast as possible straight through until he got there. Would Rain and the others leave without him? Would he be able to locate them on the road to the Nation of Quebec?