We Were Running Out Of Time Novels & Stories

We couldn’t afford to get sloppy. “All we need is proper planning, Leo. Proper planning and precision. We don’t have the luxury of going in blind.” I nodded, the weight of the situation settling on my shoulders. "Fine. You’re right. We do this by the book." Turning to the tech guys, I spoke through clenched teeth. "We’ve got until midnight. That’s all we have. If you find anything useful, don’t waste time. Let me know immediately. They nodded, scurrying back to their computer.

I can’t even imagine driving a real one. We tried the next game on the ticket and that’s where we lost track of time. We were gearing up for laser tag when Ben's cellphone started to ring, I caught sight of the time on his phone. “It’s lunch hour! We are supposed to return before lunch hour.” I started taking off my gear and he followed suit. “Shit!” He agreed. “One of us should have kept track of time.” Despite being late, we still stopped for an ice cream because at that point, we were already late and panicking doesn’t slow down the time in anyway.

I did not have an answer. But somewhere in the distance I could hear a van driving away fast. And I knew. The kids were in that van. And we were running out of time.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“Whatever he’s planning for the full moon… we end it before then.” But as I looked at the dying edges of our home, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this fight had already spread further than we had anticipated. And that we were running out of time.

A countdown timer. Sixty-nine days. Twenty-three hours. Fourteen minutes. And counting down. Below the timer, text. Changed my mind. Seventy days is too long. Too boring. Too much time for you to prepare. So I’m accelerating. Sixty-nine days now. Then I activate everyone. Then the world changes. Better work fast, bestie. Time’s running out. “She knows.” My stomach dropped. “She knows we’re planning something. That’s why she’s accelerating. She’s trying to force us to rush.”

It was bad enough they were going to be in attendance but unthinkable if any one of them got paired. Enough with all the what-ifs I chided myself and continued to enjoy my friend's company It was half past 5:00 and we rushed home with our hands filled with bags of supplies for our make up not to forget we were starving and quickly grabbed some burgers and fries on our way!! I ate as fast as I could because we only had about 2hours left before the ball started. We got home and all went straight to the bathroom to take a quick bath, we started on our make-up immediately!!

"Time's almost up!" Nicole and I exchanged panicked glances, then burst into a panicked run. We both sprinted down the hallway as fast as our legs would take us, our footsteps echoing off the halls as we went. "Sixty seconds!" Allison's countdown started. "Fifty-nine... fifty-eight..." "Oh no," her voice dripped with false concern. "Looks like Lena won't be able to make it today. What a shame." "Move! Move! Move!” Nicole shoved me forward as we rounded the final corner.

Mira also slept in late— maybe we spent too much time staying up last night. We rushed out as fast as we could. I’m not sure how we pulled it off, but we took our bath and had a quick breakfast before leaving— Panting... we got to the locker room, but I guess we didn’t beat the time. “You are late..” Elara spat. Our gaze fixed on the ground, as we still tried to catch our breath. How the hell did we forget to come up with an excuse— we always do when things like this happen.

It was my turn to search, and we didn’t have any more time to waste with weird interactions between other cast members. We were down to the final two hours, and I still had three items to find, and Quitnton had one. Let’s hope we can pull this off.

I fought the reflex to pull away. A few agonizing seconds passed, his fingers just a fraction too long. Satisfied, Adrian let out a soft breath, almost a sigh of resignation. Then he spoke. "We're running out of time," he whispered, his voice so low it was all but swallowed by the room. "She's not ready yet." My stomach churned in sickening convolutions. Who? Me? Not ready for what? I remained utterly still, racing heart pounding in chest so fiercely that I thought he must be able to hear it.