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No Time


Song by Hank Cicalo

Hober reeber sabasoben
Hobaseeba snick
Seeberraber hobosoben
What did you expect?

No time, no time for you.
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.

Runnin' from the risin' heat
To find a place to hide,
The grass is always greener 
Growin' on the other side.

No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.

[Instrumental riff]

No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.

[Instrumental riff]

No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.

Tryin' to tell the world
Somehow of how I feel.
Tell me what you said again,
I can't believe it's real.

No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.

Andy, you're a dandy,
You don't seem to make no sense.
Never mind the furthermore,
The plea is self-defense

No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.

Got no time
I got no time

[Repeat, ad-lib and fade]


Story by Autumn Trenton
Part One: Runnin' from the risin' heat to find a place to hide

The screaming and the heat were overpowering. What happened to my dream? Her dream had some how dissipated into a hellish nightmare. It was all too real . . . she could even smell melting plastic. Somehow, this nightmare went so far as to make her cough.

That was when she realized it wasn't a dream, or a nightmare—it was reality.

Autumn's eyes snapped open. Thick, grey-black smoke billowed in ominous clouds less than two feet from her face. She was glad she hadn't decided to sit up. Autumn rolled over and out of the bed. The floor was hot. She looked around her. Her bookcase was engulfed in flames. She was glad Peter had all of her records. She was also glad her text books were at his house—she wasn't about to go through the stress of buying those again with so few classes left before she graduated.

Autumn came back to the present. The flames were spreading across the walls at an alarming rate, and the smoke was beginning to creep downward. Autumn crawled toward the door. The door wasn't hot to the touch, so she figured it would be safe to open. It was. Her room wasn't the only place flames were doing their work, though. The hallway was filled with smoke even more so than her room had been. Autumn dropped from all fours to laying on the ground. She took a deep breath before calling, "GIA!!!!"

"Down here." The call was faint, and came from downstairs. Autumn returned to her hands and knees and crawled down the hall, and then down the stairs.

Downstairs, fire was everywhere. It was worse than upstairs. Autumn found Gia after a few minutes of crawling around. "We've gotta get out!"

"We can't! There's a line of fire in front of the front door, and the entire kitchen's in flames."

"What about a window?"

"Too hot."

"We've gotta get out somehow!"

"I guess we'll take the window." They found the nearest window. It wasn't too hot that it would actually burn them, but they would have to break it unless they'd like to be cut to shreds.

Autumn finally found a partially charred chair leg, and threw it at the window. The window shattered, and Autumn and Gia jumped through the now-empty frame to safety.


No Time Part Two


FanFic | FanFiction by Autumn Trenton