Visual Classroom Timer Novels & Stories

"He is the worst. He is so bad I can't even find a way to let him win." Jinx settled in for a long game. "I'm kind of intrigued. So we need to think fast or our move is lost. That could get very brutal. Does the timer speed up as we go or is it one certain amount of time?" Wound took a sip of his tea as the board flipped over before Jinx could make a first move on the new board. "Oh, now you want to ask questions. Interesting. The timer has a mind of its own. There is no rhyme or reason. You might have ten minutes and you might ten seconds." Wound took his second turn since Jinx lost his and scored a hundred points.

Olivia, like a crazed animal, ripped up my job offer letter. I wanted to fight back, but then I caught a glimpse of the crimson numbers ticking down over her heart. Oh, it was almost her turn. Fine, I wouldn't argue with her anymore. Xavier sat there, silent as ever, busy texting his secretary, Yvette Snyder, the entire time. I went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. The mirror reflected my dull hair and the glowing red countdown pulsing against my chest. I checked my own timer. As it turned out, I didn't have much longer than Olivia. We were both dying. For the first time ever, I felt a strange, inexplicable pity for the woman.

I dragged it out into the light, my hands trembling so bad I almost dropped the damn thing. It was this small, matte-black box. No label, no brand name, nothing. Just a tiny red light on the corner, blinking slowly like a heartbeat. *Blink.* *Blink.* *Blink.* A timer. Wired straight to a block of dark grey clay wrapped in thick plastic. A literal, actual bomb. My brain just went totally blank. I couldn't even scream if I wanted to. The digital readout on the side was counting down from **03:45:00**.

I took a deep breath and readied myself on the three-hour painting session. “Anytime darling,” and with that he turned around to face the awaiting people. “Let’s start,” he said to them and pressed the timer in his wrist watch. Immediately, the outside students and the club members focused their eyes on me — eyes that are now trained to study the contours of my face.

Unless. She looked around the room again, mentally cataloguing every object that could serve as a makeshift tool. Nothing obvious. Not yet. Next came the cameras. She leaned casually against the wall as though stretching, using the movement to watch their pattern. Left. Pause. Right. Pause. A slow mechanical sweep. Predictable. She counted the seconds. Twelve. Another sweep. Twelve again. Useful. Very useful. The observation room beyond the glass wasn't occupied constantly either. Technicians drifted in and out, sometimes leaving the monitoring station unattended for nearly half a minute before another researcher wandered back.

Ella apportioned. " When the time is up on this timer, no need to disturb, just move to the year 2016 and I would reset the timer, the same routine when you're also done with 2016." Aisha explained before setting the small timer on the table, it was the size of half a short ruler. * "Alright please just find a way to exchange amongst yourselves. We'd mark with the answers behind even though it's not a hundred percent accurate." I said immediately everyone was done and everyone exchanged.

Kind of like— A timer. Another damn timer. It suddenly appeared on top of the screen that has five hours and starts rolling back. This is his game, he loves the timeline's pressure that pushes people to the edge of their breaking point. I clenched my fist at yet another test, but I can't wallow in pity and let my emotions run through their course. I have no room for exhaustion. The scenario Charles showed me back in the trance was a clear threat that he can make it into reality.

Rai’s irritation made its way onto the surface of his face. “Tell me why, Tamayo.” Tamashi’s smirk expanded into a grin full of teeth. “Because you’re the most useless Seishin of all.” ‘Bingo.’ Rai’s mouth slowly fell open. ‘THERE! His focus is diminishing.’ Tamashi’s heart began to pound to the limits of his chest cavity. At the edge of his peripheral vision, he noticed that the timer had increased its speed exponentially. ‘This is it’ TEN SECONDS REMAINING.

Soon, a timer was displayed on the screen ‘10:00:00’” “Wohooo!!” he jumped in the air doing a double fist pump. His face lit up like he had just won a million-dollar lottery. "Have you lost it, Rollan? Now, you are screaming and shouting like a madman..." Vivian said with a snort. “Baby Girl! Ten minutes from now the Lycan World will be detonated.” He said before bending over with laughter. Vivian’s face turned pale as a ghost. She felt a ringing sensation in her ears and her heart raced. Her eyes darted to the timer on the screen. F***! He had started the timer in front of her and she stood there like a foolish statue.

I mumbled, and I could see that some of the nosy students wanted to know what we were talking about. “Umm, Blair… Sorry to tell you, but you only have--- twenty seconds for the both of you to get zero in this activity.” Marge spoke and looked up at the clock above the board. “Alright then,” I said and glanced at the girl who was glaring at me to death. And I just smiled at her as usual. I promise, I won't let us down, Cupcake. “Make the countdown,” I told them and requested the class to count. “14, 13, 12, 11...” and as they said ten, I wrote 10 on the left side of the reaction.