1 Minute Drama Book Novels & Stories

Rissa who looks bored she squirms and talks to Evelina. “Eve... How many hours have you read a book?” asked Rissa. “Wait a minute this is only three books ...,” said Evelina casually. Rissa stares at Evelina while supporting her cheeks. “Isn’t this too boring? Read a lot of books ...,” Evelina closes her book and sees her watch. “Oh right, it’s late,” Evelina said, as she stood up from her chair. Ding...Dong... The school bell also rings which indicates it’s time to go home to each of them.

Oh, he changed the parade? Six minutes passed and this cursed man just remained motionless, only flipping to the next page of his book. “My king…your tea awaits your precious touch.” He shot me another look. Darker this time. Then returned to his page. My wait continued. So did his reading. For another long four minutes. I shifted slightly, looking at the minion who just snickered away. I locked my jaw, getting to my fill. At least he had to do something. Sip the tea.

"That the people who stay are the ones who were supposed to." He looked at the book. "Not the ones who were convenient. Not the ones who were merely suitable." He looked back at her. "The ones who were supposed to." She sat with that for a long moment. Then: "Read it to me." He looked at her. "It's a children's book." "I know," she said. "Read it to me." Something moved in his expression. "All right," he said. He opened the book. He read it in twenty minutes—the whole of it, slowly, in the kitchen with the September evening at the windows and the south garden doing its seasonal work and the house quiet around them in the way it was quiet on Friday evenings when it was simply being held by th

Now, this little sunflower pierced his heart like a dagger. Chad took the USB drive and plugged it into a computer. It contained not only the complete incriminating document sufficient to clear Timothy's name, but also an audio recording titled ‘Final Farewell’. Chad hovered over the play button on the screen, hesitant to press it. Timothy’s soul seemed to drain from him as he pleaded hoarsely, "Open it." Chad glanced at him and pressed play. My voice, weak and tinged with a smile, came from the speaker.

“Leave, I don’t have time to waste.” Gritting his teeth in anger, she watched him as he left her study. She can’t help but remember the words of the mysterious man who gave her the book. "This is not the right time yet. You should not burn the book.” Now that there are only ten months left before the crown prince and her female lead’s marriage, she has to take advantage of this time limit. Well sure, if the events in the story were to happen. But these past few days, she broke that barrier and changed the flow of the story.

My legs carry me inside, passing the shelves lined with books, stalking around the table, my fingers trailing over the smooth surface as I walk. My fingers paused on the worn edge of a familiar book with a crescent moon carved at the front, the one with no name. Picking it up, fall into the chair. I roll backward then turn around, with one hand, I push back the curtain, popped a foot under me, and I get comfortable, and start reading. The book is a short one, I finish it in an hour and a half, and I remain staring at the book afterward.

Probably Madam Camila brought these books for the orphan kids. From afternoon, it was night, time flew fast. Micaela almost forgot to check the time and being a story lover, she almost read four books which were not so big in size. Yawning she closed the last book when the door ajar and her head turns at the door. Adan saunters in and she straighten in her seat. As soon as his eyes met her, he let out a warm smile. As always, she was nervous to find him in the library yet she returned him a soft smile making his heart to flutter in joy.

I shouted until my throat tore raw, but the only thing that answered me was dead silence. The clock on the wall ticked on. Eight minutes left until the expected explosion. Heat began to rise through the floor beneath my feet. The energy from below was already pushing through the insulation. I stared at the cuffs around my wrists and pulled with everything I had. Skin split. Blood ran down into my sleeves. I couldn't feel the pain anymore, just a hollow, sinking dread. Were 30 thousand people really about to die because of one selfish woman?

The teacher said it was on the middle shelf right in the middle row a year, I went to where the teacher told me the books were, sometimes I looked at her because she is wearing shorts that show her legs well, then I asked the teacher a question, I wanted to know if the school had a collection of books and I said the name for her and she told me she did, that's when she asked Kris to show me where the books I wanted are. -Kris, can you show the teacher where the books are, please, then she got up. I fixed the shorts and showed me the wave of the books, at this time I took her hand and looked into her eyes she stood there looking at me, she gaped, It was at this time that I spoke...