Bloody Knuckles Coin Game Novels & Stories

Bronze. Like I’m in some twisted game of Clue. Guess it’s Quinn, with the candlestick, in the sitting room. The plan is simple: Knock Pablo out. Steal his wallet, phone, and keys. Stomp on his balls. Get the fuck out of here. I move through the shadows, silent on bare feet. I raise the candlestick—ready to swing— And somehow… he sees me. Maybe it was the reflection in the window, maybe a flicker of movement. But our eyes lock at the same time I swing—

Wandering around the hotel for almost an hour, desperately pushing down my bitterness and blinking back hot tears led me to the small arcade just across the street. “Coins?” A short girl with a blond bob-cut asks from behind the counter the moment I step into the neon-lighted space. She holds up a box and jiggles it, making a sharp clinking sound, and raising an eyebrow in question; her polite but plastic smile in place. “You need to buy coins to play the games.”

He checked his coins. 2 Gold, 307 Silver, 153 Copper Just over five gold. Riley stared at it for a moment. “…twenty-four hours.” That was all the time that had passed since the game began. It didn’t feel like it. But the numbers didn’t lie. This was everything he had. And he was about to risk a large part of it. He worked out the cost per piece, then scaled it. Eighty attempts. 250 Silver Riley didn’t move straight away.

I asked him curiously. "Okay listen carefully. Black is mine and white is yours. If by mistake, whenever you accidentally touched my black colour coin, you have to strip your clothes or accessories. Same rules applied to me. If by mistake, I touch your white colour coin, then I will also strip my clothes. In the end of the game who has fewer clothes on their body is the loser" he said simply. "What type of rule is this?" I asked him with shocking expression. He shrugged his shoulders.

Silas Granger leaned forward, pen in hand, jotting names on a notebook with a pile of bills beside it. “Fifty on Knuckles. Another two hundred. Make that three.” Of course they were betting. Because why not? This was a blood sport in suits. Silas glanced at me then, amusement curling at the corner of his mouth. “You in, sweetheart?” “Excuse me?”

"There are 500 gold coins, and the extra part is considered compensation for your face." try to stand ‘

"We have only 10 members, but I planned for 32 members." "It's fine.... We have more glass," Kim teased, trying to lighten the growing tension. Lisa nodded, "Yeah, yeah..." She turned to the group, her voice ringing with excitement. "Hey guys, we have a little fun game!" The shot glass roulette was set up in the center of the circle, and everyone was buzzing with excitement, eager to spin the wheel. Nate began distributing numbered coins to each player. When he approached Evangeline, he subtly slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a coin he had taken earlier.

The door closes and the electronic security locks slide into place. I look at the girls and as a group, they release their breath. The striking and tall black woman, who gave me the wink poolside, walks forward. "I'm Corinthia, the girls call me Cori. We've brought dice and score sheets for an all-night game of Zilch. You play?" "Zilch?" This is not what I expected. A movie or two, maybe. "It's a good way to kill time and win or lose a little money. It'll cost you about three bucks in quarters if you lose. If you win, you take home between ten and twenty. We're high rollers and take Zilch seriously." Her teeth flash in a genuine smile.

After that, I reveal a blue coin, and then a green one. “Choose a green one,” Dawn orders as if I control what color I will pick next. I hover my hand over one coin near the center then move to hover over another coin in the corner. “Follow your first instinct,” Dawn encourages. I press my finger on the center coin. It’s green. It’s green! I just won $915.72! Dawn leaps from her seat, wrapping her arms around my neck as I remain seated. “You did it!” “I can’t believe it,” I whisper, my breath escaping me.

“We have ten cups of alcohol for each team and we have balls in baskets too. Each team member would take turns throwing the small balls into the cup of their opponent and once a ball gets into a cup, the opponent would have to drink from the cup.” “Isn't that unhygienic?” A girl from the crowd yelled. “I had my tongue down your throat minutes ago and you didn't think that.” A random guy responded and the crowd burst out laughing. Her face turned red and she walked deeper into the house. “Now, back to the game. We're going to flip a coin, does anybody have a coin?” Someone raised their hand and handed the coin he had to Kevin. “Team A,” he pointed at Alvin, “will be heads”