Six Minute Podcast Novels & Stories

To not give Nate any more reason to build his case. I made it exactly six hours.

He cannot see my face right now. "You cannot say things like that," I say. "Why not?" "Because. We just met. Officially." "We have known each other for six weeks." "We have sat on the same bench for six weeks. That is not the same thing." He thinks about this. "Okay. You are right. But I have been paying attention for six weeks. So I know some things." "Like what?"

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..."

Sam's POV There I was, inside the hushed room where stillness hung thick - just the faint pulse of an old clock breaking the silence from its high shelf spot. Light spilled across the floor from my tablet, screen bright with one bold red ring circling the current day. Six months. Six months left before the deal ends.

They gesture to a black sofa by the side, and I walk over to it and sit. Six stands by the door like he's been assigned to secure the exit. A waitress comes in with a tray of champagne. I pick up a glass and bring it to my lips. I watch as she offers one to Six, “No,” he says, blocking her with his hands. I smirk, “yeah Six, keep your stiff-ass self in check.” He laughs at my words as he finally lifts the glass of champagne. 6 HOURS LATER It’s already six hours, and they’re still not done.

I just didn't want to face it. I called Aunt Jenny to say goodbye. She was elated when she heard I was getting married. "You and Soren have been together for six years. It's about time!" I fell silent for a while, then said, "I am getting married, but not to Soren." Shocked, Aunt Jenny blurted out, "What did you say? Haven't you been with him this whole time?" "We've been together for six years. He promised to marry me this Christmas, but he forgot," I replied helplessly. "And now he's really close with Thea. I think he doesn't love me anymore."

All my hope for the future was shattered. I had loved Milo for six years. He had me at hello, and I chased him for three years until he finally said yes. The night he proposed, I was over the moon, convinced he'd fallen for me and was ready to build a life together. But that same night, heading to his study to discuss wedding plans, I overheard him on the phone. His friend sounded confused. "You're not marrying Elaine just because Jessica left the country, right? That's a gamble. How will you explain this to her when Jessica comes back? Elaine chased you for three years, and you proposed. Good luck shaking her off."

I have a feeling it has something to do with the room Jacob forbade me from going into but I’m not certain about it yet. As my mind roamed with thoughts I couldn’t handle, I sat on the couch, “What do I do?” I keep asking myself. I have no idea what to do but I just have to do something right? I have to find out what exactly is going on around here before things get worse for me. I have less than sixty days which is enough time for me to figure out what exactly I need to do. Plan one needs to move forward and the first thing to do is….

I was asleep in four minutes. End of Chapter Six.

"Are you sure of that?" Luke asked, adjusting the mic stand in front of him. Rita smiled over the rim of her laptop. "I've only been talking about launching this podcast for… what? Two years? And I got you as my very first guest. You must be thrilled." "I am thrilled," Luke replied, sitting down in the chair. "Just… moderately terrified." "Good," Rita replied. "Means you're going to be real.".