Two Minute Warning Book Novels & Stories

Twenty minutes. Enough time.

When Wendy Chance's father, Josiah, was rendered speechless, I was the only one he wanted to go to speech therapy with. Every time Wendy and I wanted to go out, Josiah would clutch the corner of my shirt. Once again, Wendy would stuff an unused train ticket in my hand and pat my shoulder apologetically. "Treat my dad well, and I'll make it up to you on another trip. Evan can accompany me on this business trip instead. Don’t overthink this." Evan Striker was the secretary she claimed knew his place. I had collected 27 unused tickets over the past three years. They were from unrealized trips to the mountains, historical towns, and the beach. Every ticket turned into a post on Evan's social

When she's already a little far from the Kingdom she pick the magic book on her pocket that she carry secretly before finally leaving the room of Marcus lately. She then looked around and closed her eyes for a while to see and feel if there's someone near, but then it's just normal, she didn't feel any presence. And then she sat down on a big rocks and started to stard at the book and then after a while as she took a deep breath and put some of her hair behind her ears she open the small book that her grandma gave to her. The very first words that she read on the primary page is the warning that any content of the book can't be used in darkness, that it should be used only for safety and to

Silence lingered between them. The rest of the flight was quiet as Kevin sat in another seat at the back busy signing documents and discussing business matters while Emma read a book and intermittently looked out the window watching the scenery below and sometimes stealing a glance back at him and caught him looking at her. After an hour, Kevin walked to her, checking on her as she drifted off to sleep. The leather-bound book she was reading lay open on her lap, the words written on its open page clearly visible; “If I know what love is, it is because of you!" Kevin smiled and then put the book aside. There was no lie in it.

It condensed. Danger refined us instead of cooling us. A secure alert chimed. Not breach. Not perimeter. Message. Dominic opened it. Single line. No header. “PHASE 2: WITNESS ACTIVATION WINDOW — 72 HOURS” My skin prickled. “They’re on a clock,” I said. “Yes.” “For my memory.” “Yes.” “Or for whatever it unlocks.” “Yes.” I stood slowly. “Then we stop reacting and start hunting.” His gaze sharpened, approving, dangerous.

"Two months. Make sure they know. Make sure they have time to prepare or flee or fight. Whatever they choose." Cristian leaves to deliver the warning. Racing against the clock. Against Parliament's hunters. Against the extermination order. Two months until sanctioned murder arrives in the Rookeries. Two months to warn ninety-two wolves that Parliament wants them dead.

I shook my head in disbelief, my heart still pounding from the intensity of his gaze. The room fell silent as Daryl began his presentation, his voice clear and confident as he outlined the company's latest report. I focused on his words, trying to absorb the information, but a nagging sense of unease kept creeping into my mind. I felt a familiar prickling sensation on the back of my neck, a warning that I was being watched.

Three. I finished reading the book and checked the time on my watch. 17hrs13min. Could it be that John was awake? I left the room and went upstairs for the thousandth time of the day, and when I got close to John's room, I stopped when I heard his voice. He seemed to be on a call.

It was a few degrees colder, but I paid that no mind as I continued forward. I find what I’m looking for a few rows in. On one of the shelves, a warning is printed on a golden plaque. It’s bolted into the old wood of the shelf, covered in a thick layer of grime and dust. I held my breath and cleared most of the gunk away, leaving it clean enough to discern the words. ‘Warning: These books are not meant to be read.’ Sure enough, towards the lower half of the shelf, my name stood out in vibrant lettering.

Soon the doors were unlocked as people started sprinting towards it to get out after reading the note beside the dead bodies again written by the blood of no other than those two dead bodies saying: IF YOU DON'T MAKE IT OUT OF THE BUNKER IN TWO MINUTES, NO ONE IN THE BUNKER SURVIVES. FROM: THE SILENT MAN People scurried out of the bunker dragging their families and friends with them. Once everyone cleared out, Mrs. and Mr. Derrick followed them out of the bunker but stopped on their tracks when they noticed there were still two people left trying to stop the bomb. The bomb was counting down very fast, as they tried everything to stop it. 30...29...28...27...26...25...