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Ten Second Reprieve

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Time 14m

Reads 135
Votes 16
Parts 5
Time 14m

action horror mystery psychological time-travel

There are 18 deaths every ten seconds. 
A car crash should have killed Cole when he was ten. He was dead. He should be dead. 
Ten years later he finds himself contemplating the same thing on the rooftop.  A step. One jump.  5 ticks. 5 tocks. Impact. 
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Impact. 5 tocks. 5 ticks. One jump. One step. The rooftop.
Ten seconds to re-live your life.All Rights Reserved

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Blackout. [COMPLETED] by evemaym

A person's life is shaped and moulded around their history and their future. Their memories and secrets create the person that they are, and their hopes and dreams create the person that they are destined to be. But what if you had no memories or secrets, no hopes or dreams. What if you lived namelessly, forgetting everything you knew every few days. Imagine if you had to find out who you were, where you were, and what your purpose was, and then try to live a normal life, despite not even knowing your own name. You're about to read the story of a girl who plans to do exactly that, before she has another blackout.

The Unique And Talented by Ravenfeather137

"Life isn't always what you want it to be, what you hope it will be. In fact, hope is irrelevant. Nothing can save you here." When the world is in disarray, heroes always rise to the challenge. They walk on a thin line of fate, but what if fate is against them? The life of a hero is a tragic one, sacrifices must be made when you carry the world on your shoulders. The Academy of the Unique and Talented has always been there to create heroes out of broken kids, it's a safe place for those who need it. Stars are colliding as four kids face their past, present, and future. Allies rise as a sinister void may mark the beginning of the end. A crow watches from the shadows as the darkness looms, threatening to consume all. The world is a cruel place, but heroes have to be ready to take the hit, if only to shield the world for a bit longer. Because that's all they're good for, right?

Sweet Insomnia [Book 2] [Jeff the Killer x Reader] [JTK] by xXDarkQueenXxRei

SECOND BOOK IN THE KILLER ROMANCE SERIES (SPOILER IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE FIRST BOOK) -+- You were left broken. Heart crushed to pieces, you try to forgive and forget, but your mind keeps darting back to the subject. Nearly a month after the incident, you're released from the hospital and sent home... or so it seems. You struggle to eat, drink, and sleep knowing that a killer- one that you're very familiar with- is still on the streets. One dark, disturbing, creepy evening, you experience a repeat of the night that your life changed. But how much of it is actually real? Mind trapped into a spiral, you try to decipher what is really going on. What types of lies are hidden underneath the seams of what is thought to be your past? Do you even know what trust is anymore? He's back. And he's more determined than ever. -+- *1st Place in Jeff the Killer 2015 Winter Creepypasta Awards and EA: Best Written (@Creepypasta_Awards)* *#260 in Fanfiction* -+- Second book in the Killer Romance Series. I still don't own Jeff, and I still don't own you. (Jeff the Killer x Reader) Picture used in the cover also isn't mine, so credit to the creator. -+- I do not give doc truyen or any individual, website, organization, server, etc. the right to reproduce, post, publish, steal, etc. my stories and ideas.

Good Luck! // Creepypasta x lucky reader by Little_Holdup

The curse of Luck, the ability to never fail, to never suffer, but is that not suffering in itself? I'm bored of living, bored of lying. If I cant end it myself, I'll get a monster to do it for me. -------------------------------------------------------- ill try to make this as gender natural as possible. WARNING- this story makes light of heavy topics. #1 creepypastaxreader /2023-05-04 #1 goodluck /2022-01-19 #1 proxies /2022-03-07

Noah (Obsessions in Overdrive #1) by MarcelinePierson

I've always had a feeling that I would die young. Ever since I started pondering on deaths door I've had this feeling. I could care less about the hell and heaven shenanigans, but death. I want it. The end of my life. I want to be in my suit, in my coffin, in the ground and my soul to be gone. I've been waiting for 16 years, yet no sign of death opening his door no matter how many times I ring his doorbell. Yeah, I enjoy thinking about my end. Especially at moments like this... *** #1 physical #1 cuteguys #1 addiction #2 self-esteem *** Started: 7 November 2022 Finished: 18 April 2024

Counteracting Chaos by NRJHxx

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The experiment. by shrosz

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Slay My Soul by CassidyRoseNZ

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Caught on the loop by Lyllian_Ly

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Broken Pieces (Jason the Toymaker x Reader) by SarahMKJ

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Blackout. [COMPLETED]

A person's life is shaped and moulded around their history and their future. Their memories and secrets create the person that they are, and their hopes and dreams create the person that they are destined to be. But what if you had no memories or secrets, no hopes or dreams. What if you lived namelessly, forgetting everything you knew every few days. Imagine if you had to find out who you were, where you were, and what your purpose was, and then try to live a normal life, despite not even knowing your own name. You're about to read the story of a girl who plans to do exactly that, before she has another blackout.