Blindfolded Cotton Ball Game Novels & Stories

“The rules are very simple. This ball in my hand is actually a special ball and is called 'The Ghost Ball.' I will be the first person to hold this ball, but then I will pass it to the person next to me before the person next to me continues to hand the ball to the person next to them. The ball will continue to move from one hand to another until the ghost appears, and the person chosen by the ghost must choose between ‘Dare, Drink, or Dance.’ Can everyone understand the rules?” Everyone listened to the bald man, and the rules of the game were indeed simple for them. But maybe they were confused because the man kept mentioning the word “ghost.” He even said that the pink ball in his hand was

At the center, directly in front of his wheelchair, stood a statue: a faceless ballerina. Each day, the attendants forced him upright and positioned him before it. He remained there from morning until night. He could not close his eyes. A special adhesive held his eyelids open. If Lorenzo loved to watch, he could watch forever. As for Sophia, when our mother went to retrieve her, she found her crouched beneath a table in Lorenzo's estate, clutching half a slice of red velvet cake. Sophia screamed when she saw us and even tried to bite. But when her gaze fell on Lorenzo, slumped in his wheelchair, drooling and unable to move, she fell silent.

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.

I release the bolt and it snaps right back into place. Now with the gun assembled, I load the bullets into the magazine and load it into the gun. The second it’s in and ready to go the blindfold is pulled off of my head using the fishing wire. I take the gun and point and aim at the target down the end of the arena as I get my eyes to adjust to the change in lighting. A large red sheet is pulled off my target and for a split second, I freeze when the target is revealed to be a woman who appears to be in her seventies.

"Rock, paper, scissors, and blindfolds. Those are the objects needed for our first game!" We all looked at each other. "Our first game is Hide and clap! Now, players, are you ready?" - - - To be continued...

After the players and the spectators had taken their places, Aunt Matilde inserted her thumb and index finger inside her mouth, letting out a whistle and beginning the game. The Kingston men shared a look before Dimitri piloted forward, casting the ball high in the air and jumping off the ground. His hand lifted, swinging at the ball and sending it over the net to the opposite team. The ball was fast, but Blake was prepared as he threw his body on the ground, hitting the ball just before it touched the sand. This time Barron dashed forward, but so did Rupert Kingston and as the ball came down just above the net, both men jumped high, hitting it at the same time. Unfortunately, the ball rolle

"Wearing the Paradise Lost Beach t-shirt. Win me him." "You heard the lady." I pluck down ten bucks, in all honestly not sure of how my skills will match up to this totally rigged game. The first one hits the balloon but doesn't bust it. "Oh come on." This happens for two more, and then I'm pissed. Ro stands at my side giving me encouragement, but it's not doing a whole hell of a lot when, even though my darts are hitting the balloons, nothing is happening. "Dude, you rigged the fuck out of this game."

Isabel squealed with glee. My eyes widened. “No, I'm not... I demand a rematch,” I snapped, glaring at Zachary, but he only leaned back lazily in his chair. “Rules are rules,” Elena sing–songed, grinning devilishly. “Blindfold her,” Carlos whooped. Before I could protest further, someone slipped the blindfold over my eyes. Darkness consumed me and my heart thudded in my chest. “Don’t take all night, Wellington,” someone teased.

He asked. “Yes!!” They chanted. “Good. Today’s game is called the Luna labyrinth.” He started, pausing to let them take it in. “Lunae Labyrinth.” Echoes of the word flew everywhere. “Yes. You all would be blindfolded.” He paused. Some ladies walked into the field at that same time with some cloth for the blindfold.

A massive chessboard stretched before us. It was covered in black and white tiles. “Under several tiles,” the system explained, “are traps. Arrows. Poison gas. Explosive mines. Rising spikes. And so much more fun weapons.” A blindfold dropped from the ceiling, falling the first tile in the chain. “One partner walks blindfolded. The other guides them verbally.” My throat dried. What type of crazy game was this? who blindly in trust their lives to a stranger? Just then, a couple stepped forward.