Arguing Games Novels & Stories

Brandon stared at the game and hummed and then sat on the floor and started playing with them. “Yeah, Daddy wins” Jayden clapped and they all laughed and played again. “Yeah, I win,” Aubrey yelled and Allison frowned. “No, I won,” Allison said and Aubrey grown “No, I won, you didn’t play it properly, so I won,” Allison said and they started arguing. “It’s fine kids, we could play it again,” Brandon said but both Allison and Aubrey were already angry. Brandon sighed softly. “I have an idea, what if we go play with Mommy in her room? It would be boys against girls and if we win I would take you guys to the playing park but if mommy and the girls win, we go nowhere” Brandon said and the boys ye

That night Robin found a stack of old board games in a closet and insisted we play. I haven't played a board game since I was twelve, I said. Good. Then I'll definitely win. We spread out on the floor in front of the fireplace, the game board between us, and proceeded to get increasingly competitive over something that absolutely didn't matter. You're cheating, Robin accused when I moved my piece. I'm following the rules exactly as written. You're bending them. That's called strategy. No that's called being an ass. I grinned. You love it.

At the ninety-minute mark, they were arguing about architecture. Not fighting. She was careful with that word the difference between arguing and fighting was the difference between something that built and something that burned, and she had learned that distinction the hard way. But arguing, yes. With real energy. The kind that happens between two people who have both formed strong opinions in isolation and are now discovering the pleasure and friction of collision. It had started with the restaurant. He'd made a precise observation about the interior how the lighting was engineered for neutrality, designed to provoke nothing, aesthetic cowardice dressed as elegance and she'd said she disa

“Any proposals or addendums since our last meeting? “I have a proposal,” Veronica speaks up, holding up a perfectly manicured hand, as she uses her other hand to adjust her stylish glasses around her short blond hair. “Every year we play several small games and have several targets. What if we tried something different? What if we have a game that lasts all year with a single target?” “That might sound fun at first,” Simon blurts without bothering to wait his turn or raise his hand, his muscles flexing as he bends forward in his tight school shirt. “But wouldn’t it get boring?”

Lief said, his voice gentle but firm. “Fun? This is boring,” he said with a snort, crossing his arms. “Why are you arguing?” Elara asked, realizing the tension between her friends. Icarus and Lief looked at each other, then back at the little girl. “We’re not arguing,” Icarus said, his voice smooth and coy. “We’re just discussing what game to play next.” Lief smiled at Elara sweetly. “Why don’t we play a game where we all have to work together?” he suggested. “We can build a fairy house for the butterflies.” Lief was being mean in his own way, knowing this game would bore Icarus more than the last.

Even though we didn’t say anything, I knew we were both thinking the same thing. As the kids settled down with their food, we all moved to the theater room to watch a movie. Vince and Vera started arguing about what to watch, each trying to convince the other that their choice was better. "Let’s watch the new superhero movie now!" Vince declared, holding up the remote. Even though we already agreed earlier that we’d watch Vince’s favorite movie first, Vera bargained. "How about rock, paper, scissors?" Vera suggested, hoping to settle the argument quickly. Both kids agreed, and the game began. Vince won with a quick “rock” over Vera’s “scissors,” and he pumped his fist in the air triumphantly

Lovert sneered, "Since you want to understand, then I'll let you understand, but I ask you, how can you watch this game of Go? How much do you know? Or are you treating this game as a Scrabble game?" Arielle blinked and said, "Play chess while spelling, otherwise, it will be boring." "Boring?" Lovert was already laughing at Arielle by this time, "Okay, okay, okay, then let's play the next game." "Yeah." Arielle tilted her head to look at him, "You said."

Rajeev's face was alight with joy, his laughter mingling with Gnapika's as they strategized their next moves. Abhi paused, taking in the scene. The game was simple yet captivating, with rows of small pits holding the vibrant stones. Each player took turns picking up stones from one of their pits and distributing them one by one into the subsequent pits, aiming to capture more stones than the other. It was a game of skill, calculation, and a bit of luck, and it was clear that both Rajeev and Gnapika were deeply immersed in it.

Sir Barnaby informed me. “And what was this argument about?” I asked as I intertwined my fingers. “We are deciding if we should conquer Leone or have them sign a treaty which king Philip is still indecisive about.” Sir Garrick responded as I hummed. I signaled for one of the servants to get me a chess board as they discussed their battle strategy and why they agree and disagreed with the decision. The moment the chess board landed and all its pieces set, they were ordered to silence. I stood up as I picked the white piece of chess for all to see.

My head's full of thoughts right now, I don't want to add some more. "If that's what you want, then let it be. I'm tired of arguing," I said. Right, mom told me arguing can just waste time especially if both parties don't want to lose. I'll just cool up my head for some time and then I'll talk to him again. Not now, I think it'll just create another problem if we do. "Yeah, well then I'll go now. I'm also in a hurry because we have a practice game today," he said and then immediately walked away. Just like that? Wow Andrie, just wow. He really left me speechless with his actions.