Blank Spin Wheel Novels & Stories

Breanna almost gasped, one thing she knew was that the man hated being touched. He looked from the hand on his to its owner with what Breanna almost recognized as contempt. "You are spinning for one of the prices on the wheel," She began pointing out the colored compartments on the wheel. "A two hundred dollar coupon at Lily's boutique in the mall, a free microwave, two tickets to the big football game on Friday, a fifteen percent discount on every Virony product bought here, a pair of sandals, a bouquet of flowers, party poppers and finally two free shirts." She turned to the crowd.

The broad grin I was quickly becoming infatuated with grew to twice it’s size; Blythe’s appreciative gaze confirmed my assumption. “Hmm...I’ll take your word for it. So, this is called ‘The €2 Spin’; I learned how to play after I turned twenty one, when my dad felt like it was time. We let the coin go, and drink as much as we can before it stops. Whoever finishes the most wins—pretty standard, are you familiar?”

I asked, frowning and leaning closer. “That,” Aaron said proudly, “is a Rube Goldberg machine. I am a three-time world champion at building machines that do simple things in the most complicated way possible.” He handed me a marble. “Put this in the pinwheel.” I did. The pinwheel spun, which blew on a balloon. The balloon tipped a bucket. The bucket dropped something that hit a ramp. That set off another ramp that hit a pulley. On and on it went—each part setting off the next.

I spin first and win a tiny plastic keychain. Jude spins next and somehow gets absolutely nothing. I stare at the wheel, then at him. He shrugs, and tries to play off, yet another one of his losses. “The machine is defective.” He says “The machine simply sensed weakness.” I shake my head. “The machine can’t sense anything.” “It sensed your ego.” “I regret bringing you here.” “No you don’t.” He looks at me then, and the aloofness he’d been feigning, melts away.

They were gear teeth hidden in the concrete. ​"It’s a dial," Damian realized. "The entire press is a combination lock." ​I reached for the massive flywheel. It was cold, the iron biting into my palms. I didn't need a code; I needed a rhythm. I turned it three rotations to the left the "Vance" turn. Then, I stepped back and let Damian take the handle. ​"Now you," I whispered. "The Thorne turn. Four rotations to the right. The partner’s weight."

A gust of wind swept past. I looked into Evelyn's eyes and said slowly, "Alright, I'll wait for you… in the next life." The wind was too loud for her to catch my last words. She thought I meant I'd wait for her to come back. Satisfied, she smiled and got into the car without a second thought. The race began. Evelyn's car shot ahead, tearing down the track. Everyone held their breath as they trained their gazes on the live feed on the big screen. On the final lap, Evelyn's car suddenly went out of control at the sharpest turn. Instead of slowing down, it sped up and smashed straight through the guardrail.

“Give her a round of applause! But! To make things more difficult, anyone who passes must also spin around in circles at least four times!” They must really have wanted those guts bubbling... as if the mixture wasn’t bad enough. Here Sienna made a motion for the door – evidently fed up with this game. Though her friend was fast on the draw. “Party pooper!” Paige chanted. “Come back here and spin! You can spin, can’t ya? What’s the harm in that?” The crowed looked on with a number of people summoning Sienna to return. You could see them mouthing “Spin! Spin!”

Then Liam set his beer down and clapped his big hands once. “Alright, enough fucking around. Time for The Temptation Trials. Spinner in the middle, three decks—Icebreaker, Touch & Tease, No Limits. Starts light, gets nasty. You in, Ethan?” I nodded, my throat dry. “Yeah.” We sat in a loose circle, me right on Liam’s left like he’d made sure of it. The first few spins were Round 1, Icebreaker stuff, light but already pushing. Spinner landed on Ryan first. He drew and read out loud, grinning.

Dual purposes mounting and fighting against once another; aimed at Odessa in the room’s center. The elder’s hands begin to shake, the fight isn’t easy, the battle she waged is one that has no guarantees. Her bag opens by itself and an assortment of herbs she had collected begins to drift around the circle, seemingly carried by a breeze. As the dried herbs are crushed in the air, they sprinkle around the circle, binding the dark energy attached to Odessa.