Ante Meridiem Novels & Stories

A statue of a white wolf, with prominent blue eyes was built up at the pinnacle and below it was a large clock, ticking away. This was the clock. I rushed up the aisle, stepping onto the altar as I stood before the clock to see clearly. Then I realized that this clock was different from the usual ones we knew. Its values were a six hour interval where the seconds value was supposed to be. And a twenty-four hour interval for where the hours were supposed to be. What day is twelve o'clock? Twelve o'clock? Oh. She was talking about the northern cardinal. "Thursday." And where is the hour hand?

I’ve done this to myself… Thankfully, I fall asleep quickly. I’m exhausted, with all that has happened today. When I wake, Time isn’t in the bed, instead standing at the balcony. I suppose immortals like him are above sleeping. He’s shirtless, the rising sun casting a mix of orange and pink across him. It takes me a moment to muster up enough courage to get out of bed. We leave for the next time frame at midday. Time doesn’t seem anxious anymore, just focused. Just as we were about to leave, standing in the middle of the room with Time’s hand on my arm, he hesitates, turning to look at me.

asked Rega who was nodded by Amor. "It's still cold," Rega thought. After reading the book for so long, Amor glanced at his watch. He was very surprised when he saw it was already 17.00. "What is it?" asked Regina confused. "It's 17.00," answered Amor. "So what?" asked Regina again. "It's too late for me," answered Amor. "Ah, you came here by vehicle?" asked Reg. "No, I'm taking the bus" answered Amor sober.

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We approached the desk and Delilah did the talking. "Buongiorno," the lady looked up and greeted us with a smile. "Abbiamo due incontri in programma questa mattina. Uno alle dodici e trenta e l'altro alle dodici e quaranta." [We have two meetings scheduled. One at twelve-thirty and the other at twelve forty.] The lady looked down at her computer.

I say and they all laugh. "God, I'm famished. I didn't have anything to eat on the plane" I say after our laughs die down. "I wonder if their kitchen works twenty-four hours? Can we still order food at this hour?" I ask, standing up to stretch my body. How I wish I could shift and go for a run. Eric laugh "What do you mean by, ‘at this hour’? It's 3 am in Los Angeles but 2 pm here in Marseille. Have you forgotten the time difference?"

"Hello, Ms. Emerson." "Miranda, "Ancient Demons " is holding an opening ceremony at the Grandex Hotel at 1 pm, don't be late" "What? 1 pm? 1 pm today?" "Yes, today." "Ms.Emerson, why didn't you inform me earlier? It's already almost 11:30 am!" “What do you mean I didn't inform you earlier? Aren't I telling you an hour and a half in advance?" "One hour and a half, that isn't even

Maddison replied while typing away on her phone. “Oh, yes! That gown is hot but like moderate hot.” Jane clapped her hands in excitement. “Exactly! That’s my point. It is moderate enough for little conservative Clara.” “Okay. Okay, guys. The green gown it is. I have to go now it almost seven bye guys talk later. “Byeee.” They both chimed before Clara ended the call.

Ember: Ember sat at her desk, surrounded by stacks of financial reports and tax returns. She was focused on reconciling a particularly tricky account, her eyes scanning the numbers with a practiced intensity. But as she glanced up at the clock on the wall, her gaze was drawn to the long hand ticking its way towards the 12, and the short hand resting on the 4. It was 4:00 PM, the official end of her workday. Ember felt a sense of relief wash over her, and she closed her eyes, letting out a quiet sigh. She saved her work on the computer, tidied up her desk, and began to pack up her things.

"With you I love having cosy mornings, but today it turned out to be an embarrassing one and before I knew you were also flushed, standing beside me" ~Shane As the morning gracefully transitions into the tapestry of afternoon hues, the sun ascends its celestial throne, generously bestowing its warmth upon the awakening world. The cool tendrils of the early hours relent to the gentle caress of a burgeoning warmth, orchestrating a harmonious metamorphosis in the atmosphere, an ode to the passage of time as the clock inches towards the auspicious hour of 2 pm.