6 Minute Podcast Novels & Stories

And I just realized that it was already 6 in the morning! “A new day has started. You’ve got less than 24 hours to decide.”

"You watched—" "Isabelle sent me the link. I watched from the building." I stood on the pavement. "You watched the whole thing." "Yes." The line was quiet for a moment. He said: "Mireille." "Yes." "Come back." Not: that was good. Not: the press response is strong. Not anything with a function. Come back. I said: "Twenty minutes." I went back. The recording ran for four hours. Every outlet Damon had reached. Audio clips. Headlines. The twenty-three minutes of year one and my voice trying to name something that didn't have a name yet.

“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.

“Yes, they are. But these are in vapour so they do not last too long like the liquid. Maybe twenty minutes.” Once I had more time to work, I could make some that lasted far longer. The door of the lab opened and the head of my bodyguards, Peter, entered the room. “Lucia, the meeting starts in five.” “So what? We still have time.” “It’s a twenty-minute drive. We do not want them to think we are rude.” I gave Peter a stink-eye. He had always been a stickler for rules to a fault. “It’s twenty minutes. They can wait,” I spat.

I hold his gaze for a second longer than I usually would, before speaking. “Since you didn’t come on time, Mr Martinez, this session will only last for twenty minutes.” A slight tilt of his head is the only response I get. I set a timer on my phone, for exactly twenty minutes, then I begin to speak. “Today, we’ll be focusing on your childhood.” A faint smirk touches his lips. “Is that so?” “Yes.” He leans back slightly, one arm resting against the chair, his posture relaxed in a way that feels almost mocking.

Kent laughs, victorious. “At least it’s Italian,” he murmurs. “Yeah, but it wants lots of ranch dressing on top –“ Kent groans. “Don’t tell me these things – I don’t need to know how you’re bastardizing the national dish –“ “One Minute Left,” says a mechanical voice, interrupting our conversation and making my eyes fly open. “Oh,” I say. “Um…I didn’t realize it would be so short.” “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, “I didn’t have much phone time left this week. If I’d have known –“

ASK YOURSELF WHAT HAPPENED DURING THE SIX HOURS. Lucas's breathing stopped. Eric looked at him. "The six hours." Lucas nodded slowly. "That's what they erased." Hayes, sitting in the front passenger seat, turned around. "What six hours?" Lucas told him about the missing period in their records. Hayes immediately pulled up the information on his laptop. "If the same six hours were removed from both records, then that's probably where the real answer is." Eric's father, who was in the vehicle ahead of them, suddenly called Hayes.

Luca laughed. Fiona rubbed her leg against him, and Luca let out a low groan. "By the way," Fiona whispered, "your American fiancé... she won't find out, will she?" "Please. She’s an idiot. I could sell her and she’d help me count the cash." "Hahaha! I almost feel bad for her!" Their voices faded, but every word was etched into my brain. I took a deep breath and walked out. I made sure to make enough noise with my heels before pushing the door open.

Then Adrian answered: "One week." God. Silence. Fair. Complete silence. Reasonable. Then Lily collapsed backward. God. Like she'd been shot. Fair. Absolutely devastated. Reasonable honestly. One week. God. Seven days. Fair. One hundred and sixty-eight hours. Reasonable. An eternity. God. Then Peanut clapped. Fair. The disrespect. Reasonable honestly. Unbelievable disrespect. God. Then Elena laughed. Fair. Immediately. Reasonable. Couldn't help it.

A woman with a smart appearance came out with a stack of resumes and said loudly, "When you hear your names, come in directly. The memorization and performance cannot last more than eight minutes. Guard your time." Then, the first actor was called into the room, and the atmosphere instantly became tense. There were a total of sixteen actors who came to the audition. Each person had eight minutes, so it would take more than two hours. But in reality, everyone's audition time was shorter than eight minutes. Chelsea tensed up, ready to be called at any time, but until there were only two actors left outside, she was not called. After the other actor left, she was the only one left there. Howeve