Write a story that centres around playing a game.
SCORE - 0000. SCORE - 0050. SCORE - 0100. The number kept adding up as I hit the toggle furiously in a viscous rhythm. My breath was steady and carful as my head burned. It was telling me to stop. I heard it crying in agony, screaming at me to turn the deadly screen off. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t face them. I couldn’t face reality. I wanted to stay in my reality. It was bliss. No one could hurt m...
We had found a new game one that we would all enjoy: Witches and Wizards. It was a simple and fun game or rather it looked like it. The rules however were a whole different level. One night we git it out, studied the rules, set it up and began playing. It was pretty fun. Until it wasn’t. The workd began to twist and swirl. When my eyes cleared, My family and I were in a diffrent realm....
As a young girl, I had a tough childhood. Life wasn't always easy, but I found solace in the game of chess. At the age of 7, I discovered this strategic and captivating game. It became my escape, my way to distract myself from the challenges I faced.
I dedicated myself to studying chess, spending countless hours learning different openings, tactics, and strategies. I competed in numerous competit...
The screen turned on and the keyboards clicked as I opened up my favorite game. ELL.
I waited for the game to load up before moving my mouse to the digital buttons. I pressed on, ‘Game Start’ and watched as my screen swirled with vibrant colors which faded into darkness. ELL was an interactive game where anything was possible.
I moved my avatar around the map as I worked on my daily quests. The ...
"So you played me?" She shouts, her heart shattering on the ground.
"It's been fun." He attempts with a shrugged smile.
"13 years Tom!! We have kids!"
"If it's any consolation you were very useful,"
"What. The fuck. Do you mean?" She teeths, pausing with each word. Her hands become fists. She's not sure why- she's never been one to hurt another. Gentle parenting and that.
"For the game," he sa...
I stepped out of the elevator slowly.
My head hurting but I couldn’t remember why
All I remembered was…
I followed a path surrounded by fish on both sides
To what looked like a bar.
Making sure to take my time in this unusual place.
As I walked up to the bar
I saw a person who looked like a bartender.
“Welcome to the Quindecim.” The bartender said bowing as I came into his view.
“Uno!” he shouted from across the table. It was just me, my fiancée, my sister, and her husband.
I gave my sister a look. She knew I hated losing, even more to my go-lucky fiancé. My sister also knew that if she didn’t support me and help me, she wouldn’t be allowed to come to my wedding. Well, at this point there wouldn’t even be a wedding if I lost.
But I just smiled slyly and said, “Good luck ...
When you’re playing poker with the one who fell, you don’t see a poker face, you see a devils face.
The cards make no sense, they’re the wrong ones, the wrong acts and deeds. How do you tell one suit from the other when all the cards are blood red? - or a two from a four when the cards just don’t grade?- how do you know two pair from three of a kind, a flush from a high card when you’ve forgotten...
There are a small group of kids on the playground. The girls and boys aare playing dodgeball together. The teaams are not even since there are more boys than girls. The teacher comes our to check that all the kids are playing fair. The four girls and eight boys all stop and smile at the teacher.
Teacher ask, “ Everyone taking turns”
They all reply at once, “Yes1”
Teacher, “Good. Now remember ...
We’re all sitting in a circle in Jacob’s basement. It’s me, him, Betsie, her boyfriend Callum, Naomi and her boyfriend Damien.
Me and Jacob are the only single ones in our friendship group. The two couples usually go off doing there own thing, leaving us two alone, so naturally we bonded and became best friends. But me being best friends with him doesn’t mean I don’t have a crush on him. It’s hop...
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