11 Minutes Novels & Stories

You have twenty minutes. Jake.

I call back sweetly. “Lex, how long was that?” “Ninety-seven seconds. I thought it would be faster. Better give us a buffer, just in case” she advises. “Yeah. That’s a good call. Ten seconds?” I nod and pout my lip as I rinse out the shampoo. “I haven’t been out in for a long time. I’m itching to go. Ten seconds is way more than enough. We just have to shift quickly.” “Okay. You’re not exaggerating, right? If you tell me ten seconds, I’m giving you ten seconds.”

“Our guys followed him. Ready?” “How long?” “Two minutes, maybe less.” The call ends. Everything tightens. It is time.

Ten minutes. Ten minutes. ♠️️♠️♠️♠️

Three hours and ten minutes," she said. "Yes," Lennon said. He did not look at the clock again. He stood there and he thought: hold. Just hold

"Okay, I have ten minutes." Yunita's expression immediately became gentle.

“We need to move faster.” “We have like nine minutes.” “We don’t,” he says. “We have less than two minutes. I set the timer too soon. If we are still on this pass when that bomb goes off, we’re toast.”

] “Kevin, how far do we have to take this?” “The acceptable time limit is no less than 7 minutes, and you have to finish.” Kevin whispered to Benji. “Also, I have to record it, so try to keep the talking to a minimum, if you know what I mean.” “Got it,” both Benji and I replied. [Everyone, 7 minutes and you have to finish.] [Good to know.] [Got it.] [Ok, I was wondering…whew, glad I didn’t go first.] [Yea, me too Andrew. We’d be here all night.]

Jessica — First Person It was less than twelve hours to the Cannes Awards. Not that I was counting. Okay, fine—we were all counting. Liam had a whiteboard. Wilhelmina drew a ticking time bomb beside the number 12. And every hour that passed, they’d update the board and go, “Operation Vindication in T-minus—” “Eleven hours, thirty-seven minutes, and seventeen seconds,” Liam muttered like a tiny NASA technician, fiddling with his high-tech device.