11 Minutes Novels & Stories

"Good morning, boss." "You're late!" Now, that was what I was avoiding. "How many minutes?" "A minute." He furrowed his brows at me, and I recoiled, "At least before you sent me out again to knock." "You should know that we're talking about the minutes you entered fully." "Ten minutes_" "And_" "57 seconds." "How much is a minute?" "One dollar." "How much are you owning the company?" "Approximately, eleven bucks," I spoke with a voice under my nose.

“Six minutes.” Eli paused, his brows raised in confusion. “What?” “You will kneel for six minutes.” Eli opened his mouth again. “Wait, what the hell? You can’t just—” “Ten minutes for countering me and fifteen for using a profanity.” “What?! That’s not fair! You—” “Twenty.” Eli sputtered. “But I didn’t—” “Thirty.” He shut up immediately as the fight drained out of him. He couldn’t believe his fucking ears.

She would have to find out. “Three minutes, impressive.” Tony said, looking at his phone. The pitch black sky began to fade, and soon enough everything went back to normal. “Although, it would’ve taken me less than three seconds.”, he said grinning. Míriel groaned and slapped him at the back of the head.

He was gasping for breath and looked exhausted. The crowd heard some sort of crackling sound as the obsidian started to light up which made the crowd's eyes widen in awe. “One light! Two lights!” The lights paused for nine seconds before turning off. The first light dimmed one second before the third light would light up meaning that the young man’s result was two lights at nine seconds. One second more and he would have qualified for the test.

I just made full eye contact with him as he passed and whispered. “48 minutes.”

It was quiet all the while, and the LED screen simply began counting after we drank the liquid. 9 minutes, 59 seconds.

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The floor shifted again, deeper this time, a vibration running up through the soles of my feet into my spine. Eleven minutes. Probably less now.

Twenty minutes. Enough time.

"You are only allowed to play for ten minutes. After that, you should put it back." Noah nodded. "OK. Ten minutes."