6 Minute Podcast Novels & Stories

“O-okay…” “Come again?” “…okay, Carlisle.” He smiled. “Good girl.” Just like that, seven minutes was over.

“We already drank the poison, which means our ten minutes have started.” “That’s correct.” “And from our barely enough ten minutes, is all this nonsense speech, and somehow we have to answer three questions also from our ten minutes?” “That’s correct.” “How much time do we have left, and what happens if we can’t fit into this time?” “You both die. You currently have eight minutes and four seconds left, which is why you need to just shut up and listen.” Great! Just great! Umbra didn’t just do better, they evolved.

Wolves? "Hey!" I am brought back to reality by a deep voice. I immediately spin to look at the owner. It's a guy with chocolate brown skin and beautiful black eyes with heavy lashes and bushy eyebrows. His long dreadlocks are tied up in a bun neatly. A very good looking man. "Hey." "You must be Camilla Clarkson." So I'm famous? "And you are?" "Jordan McCain," he stretches his hand. "pleasure to meet you Camilla." "Pleasure is mine..."

Not even an echo bounced back. Just then, the sound of a door opening came from his end, followed by Gianna’s voice, filled with thrill. “Lorenzo! Marco said that the seller for the Tribeca penthouse is going to give us two more weeks. Can we check out the place tomorrow?” His heartfelt confession came to an abrupt stop, his voice dripping with doting affection. “I just got stitches, sweetheart. Alright, alright, don’t get upset. It’s my fault. I’ll go with you tomorrow.”

I asked, my body was growing restless. I was losing my cool already and Max wasn't sounding convincing. He stuttered, “Uhm yeah, like 60 minutes.” I threw my book aside, “60 what? An hour?” I asked, my eyelids shut open. Shit. An hour simply meant missing the meeting. And that doesn't sound like an option. “ What's the cause of the traffic?” I asked, panicking and watching the stream of cars. “its a minor standoff between two cars.” I blew out a tight laugh,“A minor.. what?”

POV: Ezra Normal lasts exactly three minutes. I know because I count them. Not deliberately. Not at first. But after everything we just went through, time feels sharper. More defined. Every second carries weight, like it matters more than it should. Three minutes of silence. Three minutes of stability. Three minutes where nothing moves, nothing shifts, nothing threatens to rewrite the rules of reality around us. Three minutes where we almost believe it’s over. Then the ship registers something. It’s small.

“Mama, it’s been a whole week since I’ve been inside you. Trust me. I’ll be quick.” “Tuh! I don’t want a one-minute man!” she snapped. “Okay...what about three-minute man?”

“It’s about 16 episodes, I guess” “What episode are we in now?” Jim asks. “Episode 6” Kendra replies. “That’s a wrap for me… I’m not staying here to watch 10 more episodes of someone’s love life”. “But you gotta admit that it was interesting,” Kendra says “Oh yea it was” Joel admits “And guess what, guys, it’s already dark. Wow, the time says 6pm already” Jim says “That was quite fast” I agree “Is it just me, or does anyone else not feel like swimming?” Kendra asks.

"It’s about making sure I have enough time to love you outside of this concrete cage. Six months isn't a narrative, Anya. Sixty years wouldn't be enough for us." I checked the sapphire crystal face of my watch, the digital numbers blinking back at me with cold precision. Seventeen minutes remained before the federal sweep caught up to our outer perimeter sensors. "We are rapidly running out of seconds for mid-market sentimentality," I said, my voice cutting through their poetry like a scalpel. "Sing the resonance, Kai. Or let the clock run down to zero and watch his nervous system implode."

They were holding a bouquet of flowers, their faces full of joy and excitement. "Sweetheart, you're finally home!" Mom rushed over and threw her arms around me. My nose stung. Tears welled up in my eyes as I choked, "Mom, I missed you so much." Dad came over too, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. "You're home now. That's all that matters." The three of us hugged tightly, like we were trying to make up for the six years we'd missed. Just then, my phone rang again. An unfamiliar number flickered on the screen.