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Write a story that centres around playing a game.
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Crash! Doom!
The pixelated explosions echoed through the crowded arcade. The piercing metallic sounds of coins being smashed into their machines. As well as the din of cafeteria orders and 80’s hard rock over the intercom paled in comparison. There was history being made at this machine and an audience was here to witness it.
The crowd amassed was focused, providing minimal commentary.
“Shit! ...
That crack.
It’s a sound like no other. When the ball makes contact with a solid wooden bat it’s a special music.
That sound represents so much: comaraderie, freedom, hope and summer.
We gathered every night at the park down the street unless it rained. Some of us snuck out of the house, some had parents who didn’t care and some didn’t have parents at all.
But we were all there at sunset.
Tha...
“What about him?” I say to my husband angling his phone towards him.
Bran leans over, flicks through the album on Grindr. He stops at the most explicit image. “He’s big.”
“He seems kinda.” I turn the phone sideways, from this angle the guy is even bigger. “Big.”
“Nah.” He flashes me that devilish smile that made my knees weak when we first met five years ago. “Just right.”
I feel guilty for no...
Dice clanked in Roanan’s cup. Curses grumbled in Anthel’s throat. Jeers chuckled from the men watching them. Boasting strums sounded from the Minstrels’ lutes and lyres.
Roanan flicked the cup up and over his hand in a cocky flourish. The mug smacked on the table top, dice rattling around inside. All the while, Anthel stared at the cup, waiting for it to reveal the bust beneath the veil that...
Whispers echoed in the small cramped room. I tried to remember why I am here, but it’s hard after being cooped of for three days.
Or was it four?
“How long do you think before the game starts,” someone near me asks. Or perhaps across the room.
“I don’t know,” another person responds. “But it has to be soon.
Oh right, the game. I was here for the game. This information given about it was just s...
Flint and I sit in the dark room crowded with people, watching the numbers projected on the wall grow smaller and smaller.
20 seconds and we will be sent to the next level of torture we must endure.
But Flint and I have become masters at this—endurance.
The pain that comes with these games is so constant I’ve almost numbed to it. The shrieks of terrified people. The chill of horror and my racin...
Pale streams of sunlight split the room into soft chiaroscuro. The summer turned slowly to fall, leaves afire and crisp in the autumnal air. They were closer than ever to the sea here, a wish of Marin's, of course - the water washed against the pierside beyond the window, bringing a soft squall smelling of salt and citrus.
Marin was in stage four. Her otherwise fair skin took on a light amber to...
Calico is all about strategy, outwitting your opponents. By any means necessary, even if that opponent is your lover. What is that old saying all is fair in love and war? Oh well whatever, Calico is about two teams of 3 the goal is to get the other teams ring.
There’s the Defender who stays on their side to keep the ring from getting taken. The Speedster whose job is to run to the other team’s ter...
A game in it's conception does not make sense
Yet, we are still driven to find our commends;
Forgetting all about our past,
Letting go and running past
_All this struggle – can this be a trouble?_
Run away from what is real,
Find youself in fancy tril
Of fantasy birds, singing all above
What's the point of living fear,
Can escape it, find the clear sky above
For all it's worth…
Just let it, st...
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