The Time In Between Novel Novels & Stories

Grace's POV It seems like eternity later but we made it to the house in one piece, it looks very different closer with so sign of occupants. "It looks abandoned," The smaller girl said, her voice stronger than when we talked in the house. "We can't be too sure until we check," the second girl replied. After a few seconds of rapid knocks the door opens to reveal the silhouette of a woman. We have no idea what time it is but it is quite obvious it pass midnight.

It was Mid January when work started to come. It was a time I needed to get my mind off things . Clothes and needles came to the rescue so I gathered alot of work till my legs started to hurt. I had lots of work. I did not mind but the urgency they always stated was maddening! I knew I could meet up. Most days, I worked midnight like I'm conducting a clothe vigil.

I have thought about publishing my books but just didn't have the time to with school, skills, and work. "Well, asides, from novel apps. No, I haven't, I didn't have the time" I replied honestly and he seemed shocked. "Can I see them?" he said and I shrugged. "Okay sure, I'll send them to you" he nodded and smiled. He went back to work, and I kept writing. After some time, I checked the time, and it read 6:57 pm. It was late. I got up to make dinner, which was simply rice and the remaining chicken stew of yesterday.

He knew it was eleven minutes because he checked the time when he sat down and checked it once more because he was who he was, and the interval between the two checks was eleven minutes, which was the length of a board call that wasn't going well and also the length of his shortest recent morning briefing and also, it turned out, the length of time it took him to drink a third of a very good Malbec. Eleven minutes was not a long time. In the normal course of his life, eleven minutes passed without his noticing—the interval between one meeting and the next, the time it took to review a document, the duration of a phone call that he would forget as soon as he hung up. Eleven minutes was nothin

I cracked my bones and walked into the bathroom, I spent much time there before stepping out. My eyes played to the novel laying on my reading table, I snuggled it up and placed it on my lap as I flipped through the pages to know where I stopped. It wasn't difficult to get there cause I had folded a little shit there, I started reading and I got so engrossed that I didn't check the time until my phone dings. It was midnight and my curtains were blowing every which way, bringing creeps out of me. Lights dimming off and on. My phone is radiating. It was another round.

November 14, 2020 Until the end of time Episode 11 Sonia is still paying attention to the ID card that Francis threw on top of the bed. To be honest, she really doesn't understand why the man who was thought to be her brother-in-law showed her an ID card.

ELARA'S POV Monday I started a new book. Not planning. Not outlining. Just the opening question written at the top of a clean document and then the first paragraph beneath it, finding its way forward from that single line. I wrote for two hours before I looked up. Damien had left for the office at eight-thirty and the apartment was in its daytime quiet and outside the March morning was doing its grey patient thing and I'd been completely elsewhere for two hours without noticing the time pass.

Daniel's POV I was awake when it happened. Not because I had been expecting it. Because November had arrived with the specific quality of a month that understood it was carrying something significant and I had developed a particular relationship with the hours between eleven and two that involved lying in the dark and thinking about route variations and cross referenced infant development books and the slightly uneven corner piece in the nursery that I had looked at seventeen times in the past week trying to decide if it was as uneven as I remembered. It was not as uneven as I remembered.

There was none. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked. Then it hit. I was in a room with him. Just the two of us. What do I say? "Do you know what time it is?" He asked me. I looked around the library looking for a clock or something like it, only to find it above the weird bookshelves. Eleven pm?!?! "Is that clock incorrect?" I asked, not believing time had flown that fast without my realizing it. "It's working perfectly fine."

Is it because I care for my friend because she needs many visitors or because I want him to be with me that night, since we are now okay? “Yeah, I’ll text you.” I smiled. I waited for him to fade into my sight before I enter. *** “Where are you?” she asked. I heard the different noise from her background, like the sound of the frying food, and the people decorating her house. She’s turning 21 now. I can’t believe time flies so fast, I feel like we’re only in our 10’s yesterday, when we first met in the book fair. I was there because I love books, but she was there because of cute boys. I giggled when I remember that. Old memories that is still fresh and new for me.