6 Minute Podcast Novels & Stories

They all just looked like terrified little rabbits. "I was gone for less than six hours," I said in a super casual tone. I didn't even need a mic; the silence was so loud you could hear me breathe from all the way in the back. "Six hours. That's all it took for one of you to totally lose it." I used the bat to flip the puck up, catching it easily.

just “we have our method.” The host tries one personal follow-up: “Since when?” Daniel raises a hand slightly. Aria repeats: “We don’t discuss private life.” The host nods. Moves back to sports. Eight minutes pass. The closing “thank you” is brief. Handshakes. Done. In the hallway, Daniel looks up from his tablet. — Good. No slips. — He pauses. — Now silence. The piece goes live at noon. Until then — gym. After that, no responses.

with as much sass as possible. He snorted and said "Be ready babe, your 48 hours starts at 8 tomorrow! I hope you are all set to have a wild time" I could feel him smirking before the line got disconnected. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? phew! I asked myself while getting out of the store and fanning my face. I couldn't stop my giddiness now. I can't wait for tomorrow!

I know that the present has been good on us so far, our family and our engagement, but it's only fair for him, to finally say his piece. I never want him to wonder about the past, but for the present and future, to overshadow it. Sitting here alone as time passes, I start to second guess my decision and the thought of the aftermath, of their conversation, makes me all the more nervous. I jump a bit, when the door suddenly opens and he enters. I quick glance at the clock and I take note that it hasn't even been 8 minutes, and already he's back. I try to take a hard look at him, wanting to see what his mood is like, but I'm not given a chance to do so, when he walks over to me.

“Do you have anything important to say?” There’s a pause. "When are you coming back to the apartment?" The defensive edge I'm more familiar with returns to her voice. "You haven’t been back in over two months. And the production team for the podcast needs your confirmation for the couple’s segment next week, we have postponed it long—" "Fine. Whatever Lora." I mutter. "I'll try to squeeze your little hobby into my schedule. I have an actual company to run." "Jamie, it’s a top-charting lifestyle show, it’s not a—"

"Because once we start—" "I'm sure," I interrupt. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." Harvey moves closer, and suddenly I'm surrounded by all three of them, drowning in testosterone and heat and the promise of pleasure. "Then let's give you what you need." "Six minutes," Marco says. "We need to move."

"How many are you all together?" "10." Nike replied. Amelia looked at her wristwatch before saying, "Since the boss had given you an hour, you all have six minutes to briefly explain your work." She turned to Dylan and asked with a pout "Honey can we start the countdown again?" Dylan was going crazy seeing her taking charge and acting exactly like the bosslady. He nodded with a smile he was fighting not to release. Amelia clapped twice, "Your time starts now. We would start from that end" she pointed at a man at the end and the man stood up and rushed to the front to begin his presentation.

My stomach tightened. "By whom?" "Three vehicles. Unmarked. Professional surveillance." "Why didn't you trigger your emergency beacon?" "I did." I looked at Gerald. "Then why didn't I receive it?" "Because they jammed the first signal." My jaw tightened. "How long?" "Six minutes." "Six minutes." "Yes." That was enough to make the room colder. Six minutes. Six minutes was an eternity. A person could disappear in six minutes. A child could die in six minutes.

Frost looked at his watch and replied softly, "Just three minutes." Bianca widened her eyes in surprise and whispered, "No way!" She felt like it had been a long, long time. Frost started to explain enthusiastically, "Research abroad has found that 7-13 minutes is the ideal duration." Bianca looked inexplicably at Frost, who, though handsome, also had a kind of silliness about him.

I repeat, though it sounds considerably less convincing this time. He gives one small nod, apparently deciding not to push it, and reaches for the laptop. “Our next class starts in six minutes.”