Visual Classroom Timer Novels & Stories

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.

It was quiet all the while, and the LED screen simply began counting after we drank the liquid. 9 minutes, 59 seconds.

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.

The ticking was louder. Rian moved to the central support beam. A small, black plastic charge was attached. A digital timer blinked bright red. 04:12. Rian knelt. He examined the device. He pulled the knife from his boot. "This is military grade," Rian said. "Pressure triggers. If I cut the wrong wire, it accelerates the timer. I need absolute focus." He looked at me. I was standing ten feet away. "Anchor me," Rian ordered. "Send the logical calm. Filter the noise."

My eyes flick anxiously to the timer on my phone screen. Two minutes and seven seconds left—only about ten seconds less than the last time I checked, though it feels like an eternity has passed. The bathroom's bright overhead lighting seems unnecessarily harsh today, highlighting every imperfection in my reflection as I try to avoid looking at what sits on the counter.

The wires snap free. For one terrifying second—nothing happens. Then the timer flickers. 00:31 00:30 Marcus exhales. “It’s slowing.” Adrian holds the battery core away from the device. The numbers crawl downward. 00:21 00:20 My knees feel weak. “It’s working.” Marcus nods. “Yeah…” The timer continues. 00:12 00:11 Adrian lowers the battery carefully. The screen flickers again. 00:05 Then— The display goes black.

In fact, the participants were already given a copy of the sets of rules and Lila has reviewed it hundreds of times, better safe than sorry. "Here's your white board and your marker. Remember, the questions will be asked twice and you will be given ten seconds to write your answer. When the timer stops, you should have already raised your pens or else, your answer will not be considered. I wish you all the best and good luck," he continued as he passed on twenty white boards and markers towards the students.

The next words he’d planned to say caught in his throat and never made it out. In that moment, Edward caught himself wondering—how perfect would it be if his future partner were someone who loved watches as much as he did… “Edward?” Violet’s voice pulled him back to earth. He blinked, cleared his throat. “Ah—right. Next, you’ll record the time deviation.” He pointed toward a white timing machine beside her, about the size of a game controller, with a small built-in screen. “Dylan will show you how to use it in a sec,” Edward said, giving quick instructions before heading out of the room.