11 Minutes Novels & Stories

I added a fresh layer of powder to make the sweat go away and redid my eyes and lips. “Yes, equals. Just be patient with me as I get used to it. You aren’t the only person who has to change.” I felt a pang of guiltiness from that. He wasn’t wrong… “How much time do we have till we need to be down there?” I asked. “We still have about 45 minutes.” “Can you make me a drink, please?” I finished with my look and I was happy with it.

“You’re not.” His hand slipped beneath my shirt. “So… think we have time before one of them wakes up?” I arched a brow. “We have ten minutes, max.” “Then we better make it count.”

"I ordered your favorite soft pink wedding dress. After surgery, the designer will take your measurements. At our wedding, you'll be the most beautiful bride." I smiled and touched his face. This was my farewell. Tears streamed down my face, and a silent thought echoed. "Ethan, there won't be a wedding for us." As the doors to the operating theater closed, I kept my gaze fixed on the three people I loved most; I wanted to commit their faces to memory. Once these doors closed, I knew I would never see them again. As anesthesia dulled my senses, the world around me faded away. My death was declared at precisely 10:00 pm, as indicated by the wall clock.

“No.” His voice cut sharply through the room. “We wasted enough time already.” He looked to Elliot. “How long?” He asked. Elliot stared at the screen. “The old facility is about twelve minutes away.” Silence followed. Then Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “Twelve?” Nobody needed to say it. They all understood. They only had two minutes left. Impossible. Amara suddenly looked up. “No.” Everyone turned to her. Her heart was beating hard. Very hard. Because another memory had returned.

Spoke without turning around. “We have twelve hours.

Will defends himself. "It's okay, we still have about 10 minutes," I reassure him as I quickly hug everyone else. To be precise, we have 8 minutes and 45 seconds, ticking down - 44, 43, 42, 41... and so on. "So, tell me, what did you want to give Alyanna?" Mark inquires, a question I had almost forgotten.

Friday, 6:47 p.m. I have been getting ready for forty-seven minutes, which is approximately forty-five minutes longer than it takes me to get ready for a normal human activity, and approximately forty-four minutes longer than it takes me to admit that I am not, in fact, a normal human being right now.

“Muah!” I hang up and step on the gas. I check my time, it’s 9:49am… God, I have just ten minutes to get there. God help me!

"How long?" "Thirty minutes for the first one. Maybe forty-five for the second." Forty-five minutes was too long. I didn't say that because saying it wouldn't make it shorter. "The moment either team has a visual confirmation they report directly to me." Lucas nodded and went back out.

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