Just Flip A Coin Novels & Stories

“You should see this thing. It’s a flip phone…like…in the 90’s. The front little screen? Yeah, it only shows the time. And it doesn’t even pop up when you bring the phone up. It literally has to be pressed on. It’s got snake on it…that’s it.” It was my turn to snicker. “So like those old movies. Got it. Well, it’s not like you’re going to be doing anything with it. Plus, with it being that old, no one is going to think anything of it.” I could feel Emmett rolling his eyes. “Whatever. I swear. You have to know I love you in order to even touch one of these things.” “Oh please. Your secret is safe with me. Plus, your street cred is already in the toilet with me. I’ve had to live with you for y

Alex ask him after seeing how Carlos stared while he was talking about the witches. "...They wouldn't turn me down if i ask for help." Carlos boldly said. "...Wow! You sound so confident. So why do you think that wouldn't turn you down if you ask them for help?" Alex ask Carlos and draw closer to properly hear his answer. "....I am a witch coin." Carlos firmly said. "...And what's a witch coin?" Alex immediately ask him. "..A witch coin is a coin given to a person by a witch. The coin stand as a payment of services from any witch, and you can also use the coin to pay for a services." Carlos explained to Alex.

At that point he felt something hit the toe of his boot. The coin had moved all on its claim and was presently lying right another to his foot. “Ah, fuck it.” Closing his eyes and saying a speedy supplication to anybody who happened to be tuning in, he picked it up and tossed it in the discuss. "Heads!" he called uproarious and clear. Catching it and flipping it over onto his inverse hand, he sent up another fast supplication for great degree and took a profound breath some time recently he constrained himself to look.

Flip Cup! There were two teams competing against each other. Both teams stood on opposite sides of the table and kept their cups with drinks at the edge. Everyone must finish their drink and flip the cup with their fingers to the upside-down position before the next member begins. The first team to complete would win the game. Zaynab explained the game to Shunbunmi and Lokun and they immediately got it. "We drink and flip cup to win? It is a stupid game but I like it," Shunbunmi said.

Heat rises in my cheeks and weird sensations erupt from the pit of my stomach. "Let's start the game guys!" Peter shouts in excitement and we all settle ourselves well in our seats. "Alright,so let's decide which group will start with a coin toss." Tristian says and pulls out a golden coin from his pocket. A golden coin? He flips the coin with his thumb and it smoothly lands on his palm. "Head means us, tail means you guys." He glances at me for the moment, making all the heat rush back on my face. He then opens his palm to expose the face of the coin. "Tails! You start, Barbie doll." **************

Chris retorted, slightly irritated. Paige mulled it over but could not think of a better alternative. Paige glanced at Chris, feeling awkward. She had wanted to suggest an alternative to prove Chris wrong but could not come up with one. Although Chris said nothing, she felt his disdain and contempt for her in his eyes. Paige was wrong. She should not be so quick to dispute Chris’ methods. Her eyes flickered in embarrassment, and she said softly, "Actually... the coin toss seems okay." The more she thought about it, the more she realized that a coin toss was a fair way to make such a tough decision.

Let it be tails, my mind whispered again, and I hated that I didn't know if it was my heart speaking or my fear. I flipped the coin.

The day before our wedding, my fiance, Brandon Foster, and his girl bestie pulled out their wedding certificate at the casino. Brandon shrugged as he said, "It's just a joke—we'll be divorced tomorrow, and everyone knows that Wanda and I are strictly platonic." Wanda Stiles, however, was smiling provokingly. "Come on—they say marriage is sacred, so you guys can quit gawking already and hand us our wedding presents!" Everyone around the table laughed, with someone saying, "Alright! I own a business in the West End, and you can have it for your wedding… if you beat me at the dice game. Table rules." I didn't argue and merely sat at the table, smiling faintly as I met Brandon's frown. "The

He reached into his shirt pocket, pulling out a silver coin. The metal gleamed between his fingers, catching the low light coming in through the tinted car glass. He turned it slowly, watching me with dark amusement. “Heads, you get exactly what you want. Tails…” His smirk deepened. “Well, let’s just say it’ll be more fun for me.” I stared at him, nodding. He flicked the coin into the air, his gaze never leaving mine. My pulse thrummed as it spun, flipping over and over before landing neatly in his palm.

"You like when things have a clear right answer. A system. Something you can execute and know, objectively, that you did it correctly." She looked up at him. "Cheer is the same way," he continued, not looking at her now, focused on the jump rope. "The counts are either right or they're not. The formation is either clean or it's not. There's no ambiguity in it, and I think that's actually why you're so good at it. You've found one place in your life where being correct is achievable." The room was quiet except for the small sounds of equipment being sorted. "And football isn't that for you," she said, "the easy way."