11 Minutes Novels & Stories

"You have thirty minutes." The line went dead.

The guys instantly gathered around the whiteboard resting against the glass. "We are running the Gauntlet," I announced, tapping the board. "Red line start. Full sprint backward to the blue line. Pivot transition. Pick up the pass off the boards, weave through the three cones, and fire a wrist shot top shelf. You do not stop moving. If you miss the net, the whole line restarts." Carter squinted at the diagram, his heavy brow furrowing. "What’s the par time?" "Fourteen seconds." A collective groan rippled through the gathered players. Carter shook his head, leaning heavily on his composite stick.

he muttered. Ada bounced in her seat, clapping quietly. “Ah, Minho’s going to love his new chains!” She exclaimed in a sing-song tone. Logan and Alexander however, remained silent. Both men stared at the timer. Thirty-two seconds. Mirena had already taken out eight targets and was halfway through the course. Alexander’s eyes creased slightly, genuine amazement flickering through his usually unreadable gaze. Interesting, he thought. Far more interesting than he'd anticipated.

“How much longer do I have?” He glance at his wristwatch, “I’d say less than thirty minutes, precisely twenty-three minutes.” I pull my head up and inspect my desk to see if I can navigate my way through the works on it in such a little time. “I think I can do this,” I bob my head, enthusiastic. “Really? Great!” “Can I help?” his brow arches in interest. “No helping. That’s part of the rules, and no using of magic either, that’s considered cheating.”

Lihim naman akong natuwa. It’s effective! Nang mapabaling ang tingin niya kay Elian, masama na ang kanyang tingin. "1 minute." Parang labag pa iyon sa loob niya. "What the hell?" Hindi niya makapaniwala na tiningnan si Wyatt. "30 minutes, kuya!" Suhestyon naman ni Elian. "That's too long!" Reklamo ni Wyatt. Parang lahat na lang yata kinontra niya. "5 minutes will do."

he commands, still eating me out vigorously. I scream as I cum on his face, shaking and letting my head fall into the pillows, taking shuddering breaths and breathing in and out slowly to compose myself. He lifts himself up, licking his lips and wiping them with his shirt, then rubbing them together. "How long was that?" he asks, picking his phone up from beside him. "Ooooh. One minute and three seconds." "You timed it?" I say, looking up at him. He grins at me and I push his chest. "You're annoying." I say, smiling.

"Are we leaving now? Can we leave now? How long until we leave? Is it time? Is it almost time?" I check my phone. "Twenty-eight minutes." "That's SO LONG. That's like forever. That's like a hundred years. That's—" "It's twenty-eight minutes," Ethan says from the table, not looking up from his waffles. "That's exactly 1,680 seconds. Which is a long time in seconds but not a long time in minutes. It depends on how you measure it." "Well, it FEELS like forever," Alexander insists. "Feelings aren't the same as facts."

"I didn't see anyone that matches with me, but you, so, I will take that as a yes?" "No, I haven't said yes yet".She sighed. "Can I think about it?". "Um".He checks his wristwatch. "You have thirty seconds to think about it and your time starts now". "Huh? Thirty seconds?". "Mm-hmm, you have twenty seconds remaining".He said and Isadora groaned frustratedly. "And it's 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...And 1, Time up!".

Miranda walked over and drove the heel of her shoe straight down onto the back of my hand. "You're just a grease monkey. What makes you think you're some kind of savior? Leon, don't waste time talking to him. Lock him in solitary. We'll deal with him after the alarm stops." I looked at the timer on the wall. Seventeen minutes left before the core blew. "If the core blows up, none of us will make it out alive!" I shouted at Leon, spit hitting his boots.