Killing Time Book Novels & Stories

Bowen, who was driving, shouted with sweat pouring down his face. "We have to dump some weight, or we're all dead!" Crouched in the corner, Eliza suddenly brightened, her eyes lighting up. In my previous life, it had happened at this exact moment. Back then, I'd been busy sniping the zombies crawling over the roof and hadn't been watching her. Eliza had pointed at my pack, said it was the heaviest, and personally tossed my communicator, spare batteries, and anti-radiation meds out of the vehicle.

He was killed. "What?!" we both yelled. But before we could turn another page— THUD. The book slammed shut on its own. "HELL NO!" Micha shouted. "You've got to be kidding me!" I dragged a hand down my face, groaning. "Of course it closes now…" Then footsteps echoed. Zaki entered, blinking at our expressions. "Uh… why do you guys look like you want to kill someone?" Micha pointed at him dramatically. "Because you always walk in at the WRONG TIME!"

Once I moved past though, I noticed the piece of paper neatly placed on the desk, and I carefully sat down in the chair, scooched closer to the desk, and started to read the sheet of paper. 'Rules for the killings:' were the first words in bold at the top of the page, already making me feel sick. '1. Night time begins at 12 AM and ends at 7 AM. During this time, all contestants must be in their cells, and are not permitted to leave.' One rule in and I could already feel a controlling aura coming from whoever is making us go through this. Even still, I kept reading. '2. Destruction of any important pieces of equipment (loudspeakers, cameras, etc), is strictly prohibited.' Reading that made me

As soon as he was out of sight and I heard the door closing, I glanced around the living room, hoping to find a book. Something to kill time because I don't want to resort to TV. I don't feel like watching anything right now. I sighed when I only saw a pile of business magazines on the coffee table and an encyclopedia on the shelves. I went to the section of the encyclopedias, knowing it was my last resort in killing time. I don't feel like reading business magazines. As I slid my fingers on the volumes of books to find something interesting to read, a different book was mixed with them. It was not an encyclopedia. And from its title—SECRETS OF TIME, it was a different book looking to be an

‘I am now reading the second book you sent me, your favorite, Tuesday with Morrie by Mich Albom. Irina: ‘Oh yeah, that’s one of the best.’ I said and lifted a fork to my mouth. ‘Learn from it by heart, the book tells you about time and death and other things in between. It’ll tell you simple and priceless things in life,’ I added. ‘It goes like, we live not just to make a living but to really live life, and have no regrets when death comes to us,’ I said and put down the fork to the small white porcelain plate. ‘Morrie teaches us to love and be human.’

*:first-child]:mt-0"> The climb took hours. Or maybe days. Time didn't exist in the Void Chasm. Arielle’s fingers were raw and bloody. But every time her skin tore on the sharp rocks, the black mist healed it. She didn't feel tired. She felt like a machine running on endless fuel. Finally, her hand grabbed a root covered in dirt. Real dirt. She pulled herself up over the edge. She rolled onto the grass and gasped.

He started and we waited patiently for him to finish up. "The twist here is that, he was set loose in this forest on purpose, and I am meant to put him out within two hours and...." "Twenty minutes now." Karima helped him out and he nodded at her, as a form of 'thank you.' "But why?" I raised a question. Why would a killer be set on the loose, on purpose at that. "It's what I get because someone stole my book and gave it to the person who read it." He replied sarcastically and I already got it.

I said suddenly. I remembered that night. In my hazy consciousness, I’d heard the sound of an engine. Not the low roar of a luxury car, but the rough, rattling noise of an old engine. Just like the sound of the pickup truck in the video. I bolted from the office and ran straight for the medical records archive. "Aiden, where are you going?" Cora shouted after me. I found my medical file from three years ago and scanned every detail. Time of admission: 3:17 AM.

Allie Saturday morning, 7:00 AM. The time when it all happened. It happened so fast that I didn't even have time to process what was happening, what was happening to me at that very moment. I get out of bed with difficulty and sit up, I rest my hand on my chest and cough in desperation as I struggle against my lungs to be able to breathe, it's not anxiety, it's my illness acting against me, doing its thing. Mom comes running into my room and talks to me but I don't hear her, all my senses are focused on finding more oxygen so I can breathe but despite my attempts I can't do it, it's all in vain.

The book was blood red in color with blood red pages as if they were soaked in the blood and was stained for a long time. Last time , when Amyl opened the book, it was the color of a dagger and then the events which happened were related by any means to a dagger. His whole family was killed with daggers in an attempt to save the royals. He just thought about it and travelled back in time in his own thoughts thinking about his dear wife who was very beautiful and pretty wolf and she loved her husband to the most. He had two beautiful twin children and an old mother in his house. The mother who gave birth to him was long dead .