Lose My Marbles Meaning Novels & Stories

I blinked once, twice, thrice, trying to wrap my head around the whole information I'd just received. "I have a lot of questions." "I know." He chuckled. "Firstly, how and why did this marble enter my body?" "As much as I'd also like to know, I really don't know how or why." He answered. "And how do we get it out?" "We can't." "What?" "We can't. The marble will come out itself. It's already working its way out so we just have to wait." He explained. "Well...okay. You said if you don't retrieve the marble, I'd die. What did you mean?"

Mara's POV. I wasn't sure why I had been crying. I wasn't even sure if what I felt on my face were my tears or the droplets from the shower, but one thing I was sure of were the voids and emptiness I was feeling. I felt numb inside, and drained entirely; emotionally, physically, mentally and if it was possible, spiritually too. I had lost. I was the loser. Practically the story of my life. Loss! The most important person in my life, like every other one of them, had left me too. I was alone. Everyone left me. Everyone died and left me alone. Everyone died excerpt me.

"Ask your question, and you will receive an answer. Be warned, take care how you phrase your question." The woman tossed the marble in the air with a raspy cackle, and I stumbled forward to catch it. I lurched forward; my hand extended. Just as the marble fell into my palm, the woman had vanished. I turned in a circle, eyes peeled as I scanned the forest. There was no sign of her. Not a single splatter of her inky blood stained the grass. If it weren't for the marble in my hand, I would've thought I had imagined the entire thing. Despite feeling elated that I now had an advantage in the game, I couldn't shake the cold, sickening feeling that settled over me. Like a chilling breeze that refus

“And I wanted to keep him.” Mara suddenly felt something. Sadness. Not her own. The world. An ancient sadness. Everyone had tried to defeat loss. And that's exactly how they destroyed everything. The origin nodded. “Finally.” Then he turned to Jonas and Noah. Both became more and more transparent. Time continued. “If we do nothing, they disappear.” said Mara. ‘Yes.’ “And if we accept the old rule?” “Then one remains.” Mara felt anger. “This is not a solution.” ‘No’

I secretly thank Rick. We get to the house and everyone changes into comfy clothes. Lacy then suggests board games and we all head to the kitchen. We play a game called aggravation. You have four marbles, a start base, and a home base. You have to roll a six or one to get out of your start base. Then you move your marble around the entire board to get back to your home base. But the other players can kill your marble if they land on your spot. Which sends your marble back to the start base. The winner is who gets all their marbles in the home base first.

" I say forcing a smile. "There's someone else?" He asks and I don't even have to say anything because he can see it on my face. "Okay so how about one game before we leave?" I ask feeling horrible for ruining our date. "Are you sure?" He asks. "Are you scared to lose?" I ask back and Nick smirks. Playful Nick is back and that eases me a little. We play around for a while, he lets me win but swears he didn't. Then he takes me home.

I was going to lose myself. 💔

"It's yours to answer." Then, Marcellan stood up, stretching his hand for me to take. "What is that thing you've lost?" I took his hand, and together, we walked back inside the house while I answered his question. "A muscle, really." "And when did you start speaking in parables?" he questioned, and I laughed. "No, that's not what I meant. I mean it's more like a muscle. What I've lost is a part of me I recently began to understand, and I fear that if I don't figure it out, I'll never be able to find my parents."

I don't know how my father did such a mechanism but I would like to have these kinds of doors when I grew up and have them installed in the place where I store my treasures. Bringing the box containing my stuff back to my room, I excitedly opened it ready to gloss over things that I had used when I was younger. Inside was the collection of marbles I had grandfather buy for me during the cities trade bazaar when I was young. The marbles were mainly totally black and totally white, while my favorite of the bunch was a marble that was mixed black and white forming a Yin and Yang pattern which I kept on my nightstand, which blew itself in order to save me from the nightmare origin inside Annie's

I don't think I've ever been this dumbfounded in my life. “Oh, and a quick piece of advice from me, son. Marlon lost his mother at a very young age, okay? So, maybe don't try to step on his toes anymore.”