6 Minute Podcast Novels & Stories

All because I ran one minute over in the bathroom, the company took away my $200,000 project bonus. My own boss criticized me in front of everyone, saying I was loafing on company time. Saying I had no respect for the new rule. So he docked my $200,000 project bonus to make an example of me. And in the same stroke, he wiped out my shot at the promotion entirely. I handed in my resignation on the spot. The next day, the CEO of the whole group came to me himself and begged me not to go.

MARRIED AT SIXTEEN 💘 (Love filled with Bitterness) Written by: Authoress Ricky ✍️ Episode Forty-One (41)✍️ #Flashback# BRYAN "We need a plan"Jabson said. "I can actually suggest something"Daniella cut In. "What that?" "What the time?"she asked. "11:00am" "That means our time would be due by the same time tomorrow"she said and I nod.

For its big size, this place was pretty damn boring. A few hours had passed before an abrupt knock snapped me out of my bored trance. I glanced at the door, but I didn't bother to do anything more than say, "Come in!" I was clothed and comfortable this time, so there was no reason for me to have to get up or any such. Assuming it was Callum, I focused on the show again, not wanting to deal with his bullshit. "Athena!" I heard a familiar voice exclaim. My attention was quickly averted to the man that had called out to me. My eyebrows rose in surprise as I stared him up and down. We both froze as our eyes observed each other carefully, as if we doubted whether or not the other person was real.

We had both woken up one morning holding the wreckage of everything we had been convinced we were building. And now we were the only two people standing here who knew exactly how to fix the thing that was still broken. "How long do we have?" I said. "Six hours," Luca said. "Maybe less before it gets passed to the next system and we lose the window entirely." Six hours.

He had nearly died in that safe house. Not almost-close. Actually nearly. Six minutes between when he got out and when they reached the location. Six minutes and I had been carrying that memory for three years like a stone I could not put down, turning it over and over, six minutes, six minutes, what if it had been seven.

We both stand there in the middle of the living room listening to it fade down the street and then there’s silence and I press both hands over my face and try to remember how to breathe normally. “That wasn’t him,” Edmund says. “I know.” “We have time.” “I know.” I drop my hands and look at the couch and start fixing the cushions because I need something to do with my body right now or I’m going to lose my mind. “How much time do you think we actually have?” He checks his phone. The cracked screen lights up. “He said six. It’s just past four.” Two hours.

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I asked. There was a pause before the voices spoke again. "It has been six hours, five minutes and fifteen seconds." Six hours? That means it's already 4 PM! How long was I unconscious for? "That means it's been five hours, four minutes, forty seven seconds." I was shocked. Five hours? My heart raced again. The footsteps left my room, but I remained lying motionless on the bed. I didn't move. I didn't have the strength to. I had nothing left but the feeling that everything was hopeless.

Today marked the end of 1-month dateline since I ordered the Core Radio distributions, Though I expect it to be done in 1 week at first, after hearing Yvone and Elijah reasoning, I have to accept that traversing to 3 countries in the medieval world in a short amount of time was simply impossible, even with modern vehicles. Thankfully Colleen was able to just do it in 2 weeks, Since it comes to it, I made a decision to extend it to another 2 weeks, making sure that everything from music, drama, and news will be available in the first broadcast.

She had bled out alone on a parking lot asphalt floor and he was on a podcast calling it a performance. She did not cry. She had cried enough this week to last a year and she was rationing what was left. Instead she picked up her notes app—the four pages she had written at three in the morning—and she added a new line at the bottom. He told eighty thousand people there was no baby. Timestamp: 4:47 p.m. Source: The Build Podcast, Episode 214. Evidence was evidence. Even when it was being used against you, it was still evidence. And someday—soon—she was going to need every single timestamp she could find.