I pull the pack of truth or dare cards that I bought at the antique store earlier today with my friends. “Who’s ready to play truth or dare?” I ask, excitement filling my voice.

Everyone hoots and hollers before rushing over to the table, popcorn overflowing bowls that they drop on the table.

The cards are stiff as I mix them. The thin gold strip lining the edges of the black cards shimmers as ...

My cousins and I get together every winter holiday at our Grandmother’s estate in Shire Hills. It’s cold and the world outside has turned white. The adults are out, on work-business matters. We don’t mind, we thrive alone in a big house left for us to muck about. Playing and having fun, kid or teenager, it doesn’t matter, all togther. It’s like we’re reclaiming a childhood, whenever we gather togt...

The idea struck late one night, sitting in the treehouse till dusk with my younger brother Xander and two best friends, Lilah and Oliver, who were also brother and sister. To this day, no one remembers who actually came up with it, but it is undeniable that everyone had immediately jumped on board. We plotted the details, writing them down in a notebook so we wouldn't forget a thing. We were going...

The usual card sharks come in, there eyes blazing for a bite. The room is tense as no one had made a bet yet as they hold the three cards, tightly in their hands.

“No bets?” The dealer asked to the players. They look into each other’s eyes, see if there’s a crack, a way to break the line. But I knew these types.

Over zealous.

Too much pride.

Arrogant.

I raise the stakes to fifty mil. I was a...

I take out my pen and start writing my letter.

Dear Santa,

Hey, dude, why? I’m mean, just why? The naughty list, seriously. I only crashed 5 cars, 7 boats, 3 bikes, 9 scooters, stole a lollipop, and broke 1,343,755,395 of the things my brother told me not to touch. Oh.

Anyways, you should really take me off the naughty list. Think of all the good things I’ve done this year. I, uh, I obviously u...

Around the marathon. Goofy has run in circles. Don’t date a looker. Press the red button so things can go hey wired. Later the Donald Duck went for stroll in the park. Don’t lark. Which key would you choose to loose?...

It’s always the palms that give away people’s true involvement into the game. Palms cupping a head might indicate frustrated boredom, palms holding a head could belong to someone in deep thought, and palms holding a chin always belong to the scheming mind plotting the next move. The pieces all laid out, they are signifiers of the collective suspension of disbelief without which they could move fre...

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**The scale tipped in my favor. **

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**My opponent picked rock twice, and that leaves it likely for them to pick scissors. That leaves me with rock. Yes! Rock! But, can they read my mind like I am now? Had they gone paper?**

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**Do they know I’d be jumping rock? Had my life come to an end because I picked rock!? I panted staring the man dead in the eyes, praying.**

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**Maybe I’ll pla...

You’re it Wink. No wordcount. You pick the next song faceless stranger I have fucked many times in my head. Voyeur. Hot!...

*The Falcons vs The Eagles

*Basketball Game*

*The Game is tied, in order to go to the state championship one team has to hit the game winning shot*

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_The fans roar for one team to win, the kids yell, the coaches huddle, and the players are anxious. The Falcons have the ball. Since the Falcons are not in their home stadium, the opposing team's fans are booing them, causing significant disruption....