See You Never, Mr. One-minute Novels & Stories

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

Fiona looked haggard, chasing a toddler through the crowd. They saw me. We locked eyes for a split second, but neither of us said a word. We were strangers now. Some things, once broken, can never be fixed. But as I walked toward my waiting car where Damian was waiting, I knew I had finally found my real happily ever after.

He felt like a doll on a string—like he was doing things but not really being there. Everyone's attention was drawn to Mr. MacPherson when he clinked his glass. The room was quiet, and everyone looked at him. He boomed, "Ladies and gentlemen," and his voice echoed through the whole room. "Now is the time we've all been waiting for. Carson, would you please?"

My parents are music professors, and their university is always hosting these music salons and exchange events. But they never took me. After I graduated from college, I was desperate to see what it was like, so I begged my mother for a visitor's pass. She was busy helping my sister Ella fill out an application for one of those concerts, and she cut me off cold: "Everyone attending is a top-tier musician. You can't even read sheet music—walking in there, you'd just stick out like a sore thumb." A few days later, I stood in the freezing wind, listening to the applause rolling out from the auditorium. My sister stood at center stage, performing alongside a bunch of renowned musicians. That nig

All he saw was my disheveled state—an embarrassment to him. I glanced around the vast, empty room. Minnie and I had shared so many memories here. She used to dance in this very space, her laughter filling the air. She played here, twirling with joy. And in the end, this was where she collapsed—helpless, breathless. No matter how desperately I tried, I couldn't lift her back up. Christian had missed Minnie's final moments. And just as he had abandoned her, he would never see me again before I died.

Ralph Chesson walked over with a grin and announced, "Simone, you've passed my test. I believe you don't like Justin anymore. Let's go on a date tomorrow." Simone's lips curved with a smile. Her eyes softened, tenderness spilling over as she whispered, "Okay." I stood there in a daze, my mind completely blank. It felt like the world had stopped turning. The laughter and cheers melted into a sharp, piercing ringing. "Hey, honey. What are you thinking about?" Before I could respond, Simone had slipped my hearing aid back on, a small smile playing at her lips. "So happy you can't think straight, huh?"

Adam replied with an obvious smile. I paused. I then looked into Adam's eyes. "After you leave this room, please erase all your memories of this night or morning. Pretend we haven't met today, and don't make any suspicious moves. We agreed to this." I held out my hand in front of Adam. Adam took it, shaking my hand as proof that we were going to forget what had happened that night. "Mahira!" called a voice from outside. "Mahira!" the man shouted again when he didn't hear my reply from inside.

I noticed that three weeks ago. He never looks up when I come. Never nods. Never shows that he knows I am alive. For the first two weeks I thought it was rude. Then I thought it was strange. Now I just think it is interesting. A man who does not look at you for six whole weeks is either not interested at all, or he is trying very hard to seem that way. My phone buzzes. Route 14 Delayed. Next bus: 10:50 PM. We are sorry for the trouble.

The assistant looked at Thorne and said, "It seems like you lost our bet." Thorne, however, calmly said, "I haven't lost yet." Assistant, “But you were already fired by the Chairman of the Miller Group. So, do you still want to stay and not leave?" Thorne suddenly pressed the button on the wheelchair, and a beam of light emitted from the display embedded in the wheelchair, projecting onto the opposite white wall. It started with a shaky and blurry image, gradually becoming clearer, and a photo of Brian kissing a man appeared on the screen. The background was a smoky underground bar, where men and women were engaged in unsightly actions.

“I'll be singing. La la la la, la la la la You’re mine La la la la, la la la la You're all of me. La la la la, la la la la And I’ll be yours. La la la la, la la la la” I dance to the beat, and I pull out my tongue. “Be mine, my love. You're my heart and soul. This is our moment. It’s finally our moment, You could have me in any way you want. How long until you’re mine? Until you see me?” I make eye contact with Mr. Blue eyes. My eyes widen and I nearly miss my cue. He was huge, I didn’t realize how big he was earlier. But he didn’t seem so big until he was squeezing into a single chair.