Time In A Novels & Stories

He knew this because he had been tracking time again, the way he had been tracking it all week, with the peripheral precision that had become its own habit, and he noted eleven-nineteen the way he noted things now, not because the information was useful in any immediate sense but because his mind had learned to accumulate the specifics of significant hours, to hold the timestamps of things that would need to be accurately recalled later, in the way of someone who understood that later was always coming and that later always asked questions. Eleven-nineteen. Dr. Chen had arrived at ten fifty-three. The interval between those two times, the twenty-six minutes, had been their own particular dur

Garett went over some of the briefings he had to close out for the week though he had time off. He had called into his boss, the lawyer who was a senior partner, and explained the situation and what he hoped to accomplish for the next week or so. Though it wasn’t an easy conversation to have, he knew that he wanted to get it over with and have the time ready to do whatever needed to be done.

It wasn't necessary cause I wasn't planning on running, not yet. It had been more than a week since I had travelled back in time. I missed technology terribly. I really wished I could hear to Taylor Swift right now. Ugh! At this point I'll be glad even if I saw a toaster. I looked around the room and saw my tools, notes and equipment scattered everywhere. I cleaned up the mess and hid it under the bed. I needed a break.

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He was really uncomfortable sitting at the back seat alone, because it made it look as if he was the boss of both Anya and Asher, who were both sitting on the front seats. “Big brother, what is time?”. Anya suddenly demanded. “Okay”. Asher replied in this way because he didn't quite hear what Anya said to him. 20 seconds passed, “I mean the time, big brother…. What does the time on your watch say?”. Anya explained. “Oh. The time is 5:50pm”. Asher correctly replied to Anya this time, because he had checked the time on his wrist watch.

“Silly Kianna. You are more than what you think you are” Pinching my cheeks he gets back to his work after stealing a kiss from me. This guy… Looking back on my computer, I may seem to not do anything but… there is one thing I am trying to figure out. About that strange thing that happened to me. I mean… it is so unbelievable. Even gadgets such as time travel aren’t something that exists. But… why would that thing happen to me? Even the things that happened in the past that I recreate, in this timeline… it is gone. Like the farm orphanage for example.

I travel back to my residence on Madison Avenue, it's a forty minutes drive. This reminds me of the fact that my time with Adrian wasn't actually thirty minutes as stipulated but an hour. I could track the time from what's hit on my watch now I've arrived home and getting off the time left which is taken for the time I spent with him.

Ibekwe smiled, "that I am right." Ifeme raised his hands and pointed at a metal piece lying on top of a box. "What is that?" "It is a mechanical device," James smiled. "It tells the time." "What does the time says?" Ifeme asked. James told him to bring the wristwatch and he did. He studied the two hands in the wristwatch and grinned. "The time is ten minutes past nine," he said in Igbo but they didn't understand. "We don't know what you mean," Ifeme was the first to complain.

Theodore turned to her with a dulled face as he replies " That's how it is sometimes, if there's no traffic you get there 30-40 minutes, if there is then, about an hour plus" "30-40 minutes is still not precise, do you know the accurate time we'll get there?" She retorted still being adamant Hold up, hold up, hold up! I think I liked you better with your mouth shut, like excuse me, what the hell do you mean by "accurate time?" I feel like throwing you out of this damn car! Bish do you know the exact time your flight landed? Or or how late I was when I picked you up, what about the exact hour, minute, second, millisecond, yes! millisecond you showed up on this earth? I am so not the god of t

She couldn’t keep fighting what was already set in motion. “I'm inviting you over to my family house to meet my parents and family. Get familiar and acquainted with my big family. It’s the appropriate thing to do. If I invited you or not, our parents will still find a way to make it happen. We can take it step by step”. “So, we really have to do this. What time?” “This evening. I'll come pick you up at your place. Is 7 o’clock okay?” “Yes.” He stood up ready to leave. Clara watched him walk out of her shop. She couldn’t bring herself to wave him goodbye when he did. All she did was settle into her chair and weep.