Too Much Time Novels & Stories

He closed his eyes and hugged me tighter. "Damn...Am...I clingy? Do...you want me to stop asking for your time? Is it too much?" He seems confused and unsure. Damn! I didn't know that he feels like this. I didn't even think about his feelings again! I was too occupied with my own problems that I almost forget him! "I-I'm...sorry Farris. No...it isn't too much. I am the one wrong here...I should've more time for you. I should-"

I closed my assessment there. Some things did not need more words. They just needed time.

I could place a hundred words in the time it took to do one manually. No, I told it firmly. You're wasting time. I'm doing this right. The Tear subsided. Sulking, if an ancient artifact could sulk. Two hours later, disaster struck.

No time for detours. Then the remarks. Short. Repeatable. Thirty seconds of soundbite. Enough to satisfy the board, the press, and the audience. Nothing that required memory, nothing that demanded effort she couldn’t give. Another ping. Marlowe. “Clock is running.” I didn’t need the reminder. I checked the time. Delay meant the window closed. The longer we waited, the deeper the story metastasized. Power slipping. Control eroding. I straightened my sleeves. Ran through sequences, fallback plans.

One moment at a time. ***

Husband wasn’t back for another week. Plenty of time to make a bigger mess.

Again he shakes his head. "Why not?" "What's the point? Time is confining. It's the one resource in life that is most valuable to people and can't be recreated, you can't generate more, so why sit around watching it tick by? If you never know what time it is you enjoy the moments of it you're spending. At least, I do. If I want to read, I sit down and read. I don't give myself a time frame. If I want to eat dinner, I sit down and have a glass of wine and eat. If I'm tired, I go to bed." He pauses, then finishes his point with a big grin on his face. "And if I want to fuck for hours on end, I fuck for hours on end. And I enjoy it!" He kisses me on the lips, enunciating his point.

This life is not fair at all. At least not on my side. When you are having difficulties, when you are going through some difficult moments, time seems to drag itself along. But when you are having a good time and are surrounded by good things, time just flies. Time moves really fast, like the blinking of an eye. Why the heck is that? Like now, just when I thought I was beginning to have some fun. I had just started enjoying myself here. Feeling all free and almost forgetting my problems. Loosening up a bit. Boom!! Time is up. Finally, we have come to the end of the extravaganza show. The end of my best days so far

I need time" But does he really have this time?

to her before facing the TV once again. "I am not sure I set the time correctly, I must have mistakenly pressed ten instead of thirty because it is not possible that thirty minutes could have passed, it seems like you were questioning me not up to fifteen minutes ago," Dominic whined when Amelia's timer went off. "I am not having that Nick, you said exactly the same thing when yours went off, and I remember that I added extra ten minutes to my time in order to substitute for all the time I distracted you, so you have absolutely nothing to complain about. Currently, it is time to give your criticism, so tell me, was it boring and not to your taste or was it to your taste and did you enjoy it?