The Stolen Moment
A Story About Lost Time
Timeslip: The Victim
He looked at his watch again.
How had twenty minutes gone, he hadn't been doing anything, just relaxing, he must have fallen asleep or something.
Whenever he was at work, waiting for a bus or something he wanted, time seemed to stop, but recently ten and twenty minute chunks of time seemed to disappear with no explanation.
He talked with friends and they said similar things had happened to them.
They couldn't explain why, maybe it was alcohol, weed or just getting older.
The joke they all agreed was that if they wanted to stop time they just had to go to work or watch adverts and infomercials.
But each day he felt he was losing more and more time, but he was unsure whether he was , or whether he was just imagining it.
Maybe it was just a form of paranoia, feeling his time was being stolen.
Timeslip: The Thieves
They had perfected it
Who would miss a few minutes of their time, when they were being idle and doing nothing.
The thieves could steal the time and store it in their special time capsules.
The capsules could then be injected to lengthen the lives of the thieves. Ten minutes of stolen time was worth a month to a time thief.
They were stealing immortality.
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Comments (5)
Please ask them to steal my time. I'd forever be grateful hehehehe. Loved your story!
A lil scary but beautifully intertwined
Ohhh, so creepy, scary, luscious! I love it, Mike! You are the master storyteller.
Richly layered storytelling!
I feel like I just saw the preview trailer to the next big movie while reading this!