Computer Game Purble Place Novels & Stories

In an apartment full of peonies I bought for someone else. Megan: Ouch. Still ghosting? That’s cold, even for a Wednesday. Me: Yeah. I’m losing my mind, Megan. The silence is louder than the shouting used to be. Megan: You need to get out of that apartment, Christian. Too much pressure, too many candles. Come meet me at Game Planet Event Center. They’ve got the vintage arcade games, bowling, air hockey, the works. It’s loud enough that you won't be able to think. Blow off some steam. I’m already here at the bar—first round of tokens is on me.

I finish my bath and lap my robe, going to the front of the computer, which to my surprise, did not log in the game. I take a deep breath and try twice again to get the same message. If Filomena were here, she’d be saying it was a sign for me to look for the game. I open the browser looking for some news about that problem in my game and I can’t find any note. I’m about to close the browser when my curiosity takes over: what do you have to take a look at the site? Surely it will only prove that I am right. —Red light center...- I say as I type the name in the search.

The computer on the desk on the opposite side of the room seemed very similar to the one Tres had at school. Tres walked back in lugging a deflated air mattress and electric pump. “Here, plug it in,” the boy handed him the pump. “I figured here should be good,” said Tres, plopping the mattress down in front of the television. “That way we can play some Halo or something and lay back.” James shrugged. “Sounds good.” He changed into some shorts and brushed his teeth. Before long, the only sounds that filled the room were simulated explosions and gunshots, the clicking of controllers, and the background soundtrack to the newest first-person shooter.