Arguing Games Novels & Stories

"About what?" "About safety. You wanted to wrap me in bubble wrap. I wanted to go outside." "I was right," Cale noted. "Outside is dangerous." "And we fought about communication. You speak in riddles. I speak in feelings." "Riddles are precise." "Riddles are annoying." "Did I... win?" "Win the arguments? No. I usually cried, and then you panicked and apologized." Cale frowned. "That seems like a tactical weakness. Tears as a weapon."

She raised a brow at him and decided there was no victory for her down that road. It was best she steered the topic in another direction. “Are you sure you want me playing with your money, though? The last game might have been too good too fast. Where’s the challenge?” Aris gave her a mock gasp. “Too good? Adrea, I’ve seen your hands. Your only issue is you fold when you don’t want to handle a challenge.” “That’s called strategy.” “That’s called pouting because I stole your blind twice.” “Only twice?” she said with a smirk. “You’re slipping.”

The only requirement was that the argument be theirs and that they could defend it when challenged. She had challenged all of them in the preparation sessions. Tobias had initially chosen an argument so broad it could have applied to any text written in the last century, and she had sent him back twice before he narrowed it to something that had teeth. Priya had the opposite problem: her argument was so precise that it excluded evidence she needed, and Nadia had spent two sessions helping her widen the frame without losing the point. A student named Daniel had come to her on a Thursday afternoon, three days before the presentations, with the specific expression of someone who had realized th

Keegan shot him a glare. Vermont chuckled, "Ha! Gotcha! I'll let you off the hook!" But there were still people trying to tease Keegan, like Aurora, who was a bit concerned. "Bro, are you feeling okay?" Keegan looked away and calmly said, "I'm fine." "Then why can't you play? Don't like it?" "Not that," Keegan explained calmly, "Competitive games like cards involve gambling, not conducive to prenatal education. I'm different from you all; you don't have children, no constraints, no need to set an example. Go ahead and play."

And who was the idiot who put that note in the bowl ? The game had started during the filming of the first movie in the series ... we call it 'The cheating game', everyone puts their name in a bowl and in the other bowl is different dares. Then two names are drawn and a dare ... you have to cheat your partner into doing the dare first ... it is usually something like getting drunk as a skunk, sleeping in and being late, singing loudly on set or something else silly. It is usually pretty fun and innocent, even if people tend to get really competitive at times ... but hey everyone is friends again when it is over ... it has always been just fun and games after all.

The girls were so much fun when they were not killing me. I had missed half of the game with all of them bickering like crazy. A fight began with two of them, and in a second it was a whole pack of them fighting against each other and there was this one lady to who I bow down to. She could argue with ten people at the same time, the argument getting so loud you had to close your ears as they talked and talked, poking each other.

“I was only joking!” He exhaled in relief, shaking his head. “You know, women’s jokes can escalate into full-blown arguments in seconds.” I giggled. “And yet you keep showing up.” He gave me a small smile. “Yeah. I always will.” We spent the rest of the evening eating, laughing, and playing games, arguing over scores like children until the screen flashed Player 2 wins! and he smugly raised his hands in victory. “Cheater,” I muttered.

A play that soon will be shed to light before everything falls perfectly in place. “Just like,” her words and tone that deliberately teases JK and back with his taunts to her. “How much you dear your older brother.” With the escalating argument that they two are brewing and turning into worst. JK composes himself for he could not lose, and where neither of them wanted to. For who among them snaps in anger first is the loser in this little game that they both just started. “I see, I see.” JK giggles, a bit drowning his anger while making sure that none of a like expression is drawn to his face.

Shane’s voice was steady, though his hands clenched tightly. “She looked out the window when the voice said not to. They don’t like it when you disobey.” “The what?” Shane didn’t answer her question right away. His eyes lingered on the girl with the rose blooming from her mouth, then slowly turned back to Farrah. “The ones who run this… whatever it is… they call it a game,” he said quietly. “But it’s not a game anyone wants to play.” Farrah’s hands clenched into a fist… “She’s dead, isn’t she?”

replied the one who once joined again. "To begin with... no young man you know well that it is the only thing that has always claimed you for the same I will not stay calm until I receive it. " Those two seemed to find themselves arguing annoyingly against each other about something meaningless, it was what we could notice, but in reality, we were very far from reality. The contest between the two continued for a few more seconds, during which time they challenged each other without measure until after a prudent period everything took a turn of three hundred and sixty degrees.