Nineteen Minutes Novels & Stories

Ashley said helplessly, “I’ve already shortened it to 30 minutes now.” The family members would cause a scene of 29 minutes during that 30 minutes.

Minutes turned into hours as Mr. Zan stood by, waiting for Jenny to walk out of the ladies' room. His air conditioning motor started vibrating and soon it was beyond the threshold of audible perception but damps in harmony with the slow rhythm of his heart. For the hundredth time, he looked at the dial as the hands of time crawled across its face. It had been thirty minutes since he had been told to wait, but Jenny was still conspicuously missing.

After Isak's old flame, Julia, came back to town, she made a bet with me: he gets nine chances to choose between us in life-or-death situations. The one he abandons for the ninth time has to walk away. I agreed. The ninth time, a single phone call from Julia was all it took for Isak to leave me on the side of the road again. "Drive! Go!" Isak's voice was sharp, laced with a panic I'd never heard before. I clutched the gunshot wound in my stomach, blood seeping through my fingers, staining my white silk shirt.

I only press my hand briefly to my stomach. Dinner in forty-five minutes. Fifty-nine days left. I can handle it.

Something moves across Dylan's face. The almost-smile. The contained, real, entirely unperformed almost-smile that I have catalogued twice before and am cataloguing again now. "How much time do we have?" "Thirty-nine minutes," I answer. He reaches for his own coffee. And we begin.

“Muah!” I hang up and step on the gas. I check my time, it’s 9:49am… God, I have just ten minutes to get there. God help me!

she told him, huffing. “That means you’ve lost 19 more minutes. Alright then, you’ll have just fifteen minutes of rest altogether, and we proceed. Congratulations,” Killian smilingly applauded, much to her disgruntlement. But she didn’t dare to complain. What if he deducted an extra 8 minutes? She wouldn’t risk it.

Hе ореnеd thе front раѕѕеngеr door for mе tо gеt in. "It ѕееmѕ tо mе аt 41 уеаrѕ, 6 months, 3 dауѕ.... аnd then rеmоvіng a pocket watch оn a chain. "Oh уеѕ 7 hоurѕ, 3 minutes аnd 39 seconds оld, that you still dоn't knоw еnоugh to соmе іn оut of the rаіn. "Please gеt іn."

I’ll ring the bell for the nurse. ‘Not yet.’ Andrea surveyed her, taking in the tousled honey tumble of her hair, her mascara-smudged-and-shadowed eyes and her unflattering pallor. He had never seen her look less beautiful and could not comprehend why, in spite of all the evidence to the contrary, she should look so wonderful to him. ‘How long have I been out of it for?’ ‘Almost eighteen hours.’ She was still wearing the same clothes. Most probably, he reflected, she had not even looked in a mirror, for she was not vain. ‘Have you been with me all that time?’

Nine-fifteen. Nine-twenty.