Six Times A Day Novels & Stories

On bus. February. Waving. At nothing. At air. At brother. “Day 476,” Adrian said. 62 BPM. Watching road. Where bus was. “How’s 1 through 6.” “One’s on bus,” I said. “Two and three are 3. Four’s 6 months. Five’s Bear. Six is… us?” “Six is us,” Susan said. “Seven is home. Math checks out.” _Thump._ *2:59 PM. [SFX: CLOCK. THEN GATE. THEN RUNNING.]*

We lie in each other's arms eyes shut and fingers open and all the colors of the world pass through our bodies like strings of fire. Marge Piercy I'm still stuck in bed and unwilling to move when my alarm does off at 6:30 and it is three minutes to my workout time. I normally workout three days out of seven, to keep in shape and though it used to be six days, I know it's better than nothing. But today, unlike most workout days, I am not in the mood in the very least.

His head spinner with T the every beep sound of his phone. Before he could check the notifications, his gaze landed on the time and date on the phone screen. He pulled the brake hard, “What the fuck! Did I sleep for six days?”

The sharp beep of a W******p notification dragged me out of sleep at exactly 6:30 in the morning. I groaned softly and buried my face deeper into my pillow. Absolutely not. Nobody should be awake this early on a Saturday. For almost thirty seconds I debated ignoring the message completely before anxiety slowly crept into my chest again.

Six days. I run it again. I don't let myself walk past his door on the way back to the kitchen. That's the discipline of the six days—the specific not-doing that's costing me something continuous. I'm paying because the alternative isn't affordable. I map the route from my room to the kitchen that doesn't pass his door. I take that route, keep my eyes on where I'm going, think about the dock and the wall and the water. I make the afternoon meal.

Her parents were not stupid, were they? "Not bad." After a short while, she said so. She felt that this answer should be proper. Xavier curled his lips and stared at Zena's eyes... Zena coughed lightly and gathered her hair around her unconsciously, "I... wake up at six o'clock every day to do morning exercises, and then have breakfast. There will be a regular meeting at 7:30 a.m., and then I should work on time at nine o'clock." "What's the content of your work?"

Silence enveloped the room for what felt like forever until she said, “Your evening dose is by 6.00. Don't be late.”

"Wet? You're already wet, aren't you? I can tell by the way you're squeezing your thighs together." "You're cruel." "And you love it." I do. God help me, I do. "Six o'clock," he breathes against my skin. "Don't be late." I press my hand to my chest, trying to steady my breathing. Six o'clock. I already know I'll be counting every second until then.

"The first time we hooked up you told me we were only good for a one-night stand and I shouldn't get attached." I half mutter under my breath, "That was four months ago. You're here at least two times a week that's like... like..." I attempt the math in my head, but without a calculator it's pointless. Yes, I was a part-time forensic auditor for a bank, but my job was more admin than math. "Fifty-six times," Elliot supplies. "But it was three times that one week in June, so at least fifty-seven." "See! Fifty-seven times means you get breakfast." I'm not willing to make it a rule or anything, but if I have to think of one on the fly, it would be something like every twenty-fifth time you get

Fiona shoved Ryker in, and I trailed after them. Six years had passed. So much had changed. The sea of roses at the villa entrance had long been torn out. Most of the furnishings inside had been replaced, and everything now belonged to Ryker. There wasn’t a single trace of me left in the entire house. "Fiona, if he never shows up, maybe don’t make things harder on yourself." "No!" Fiona cut him off immediately. "This is what Xavier owes you! Why should he get to hide in there for six years while you ended up crippled?! Xavier will spend the rest of his life making this up to you!"