Ante Meridiem Novels & Stories

Nobody knows what is happening last night in the secluded area of the most important place in Aeternum. The Morning in Fantasma comes naturally, and In Aeternum, unlike the many other country in Central Continent, For Aeternums their morning did not start when the suns were about to go up, instead the started their morning at 5 in the morning, quite early to be said. But In Aeternum is was a common knowledge that for some people if you wake up later than 5, it was already too late, in the Commercial district, stall owners, in the market, the market workers, butchers and vegetable hawkers already started their days.

said Ayla. Godefray said nothing as he stood. He looked at the sky for a few seconds. “Tell me, how many hours do you think there are left until noon?” No one had taken the time to teach her how Nordmarian calculated the hours based on the position of the Sun. “Three hours?” she tried to guess. “When the Sun is above us, it is noon. If it is more to the east—” Godefray said and used his hands to show Ayla the distance “—it is around 9AM.”

Day 1~6 - 12 and three quarters;1 -6; 6 and a half hour - 8 and half. Day 2~ 5 and half hour - 12;12 and quarter - 3 and half; 4 - 6; 6 and three quarter- 8 and three quarter Day 3 ~ 5 and half hour - 12; 12 and quarter - 3 and half; 4 - 5 and half; 6 - 8 and three quarter Day 4 ~ 6 – 12; 12 and quarter - 3 and quarter; 3 and three quarter - 5 and three quarter; 6 – 8 and half hour;9-11.

At Valeria on a stretcher. “3 AM,” Adrian said. Quiet. Fact. Promise. “Means always. Even Cayman.” “Yeah,” I said. 88 BPM. “Even Cayman.” _3:24 PM._

Daniel looked at it for a long moment, then pulled a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on quickly before carefully lifting the file to examine it fully. "217," he read the number aloud, quietly. For a second he only frowned at it, the way anyone would at an odd note left by a dead man. Then Eliana watched something shift in his face — the frown resolving into something closer to alarm. "That's the same time," he said slowly. "Every call you've gotten. 2:17."

My head lulled to the side, the filtered rays of sunlight piercing through the shutters. Fuck. It was morning already. “Sebastian?” “Hm?” He said absent-mindedly as he rubbed my hand. “Did you mean AM or PM?” I asked cautiously, bile rising in my throat. “What's am? As in I am a man?” His brows knitted in confusion and I knew he wasn't joking. “Is it morning or evening?” I repeated slowly and more articulately for him to hear. “Oh, it's morning, you've been out for a while.”

O N E W E E K A G O, B E F O R E T H E P A R T Y. P A S A Y, M A N I L A, 1300 S A N L U I S S T R E E T. In an alley in San Luis, a woman in black is walking quietly and with her head bowed. Medium height, wearing All-Star shoes and both hands are inside her pocket. It was past three-thirty in the morning, and only she and a few stray dogs and cats were on the road.

I stared down at the food as my stomach grumbled lightly. “Wait!” She turned back to face me, and so I continued, “I’m sorry to bother you, but I have no idea what time it is right now. I honestly can't tell whether it's morning or nighttime.” “It's currently 9:38 a.m. We're in the morning now.” “Oh, I…”

Ducking in there, she shut the door then sat on the fluffy bathmat with her back to the vanity and took a deep breath. She couldn't tell them specifics, but these were her girls. The people she could rely on. Ivy hit the video chat button. Almost immediately two windows divided her screen along with her preview frame. Both frames were dim. "Oh, my God. What time is it there?" Ivy pressed a hand to her head. What had she been thinking? Merida squinted off screen. She was still in a blouse, but her hair was up. "It's midnight-ish." Haley snorted. "Heavy on the ish. It's almost one."

Was Alexander really being chewed out? The minutes seemed to be going very slowly as the sun rose higher and higher in the sky. Soon it was past eleven and lunch was scheduled for noon. Mark got Helen a bottle of water and a couple of guys from Trevor’s crew went for a cigarette break. It was eleven-thirty and the door still hadn’t opened. Finally, at a quarter to twelve, Trevor came out of the trailer. His eyes looked dark and angry. He came over to Helen and Mark. “Where’s Collin?” he asked briskly.