Losing At A Game Novels & Stories

It could make you blind. Me: Delete this whole thread, Dean. Now. I space out my words, trying to bury the image so he won’t see it when he opens the text. Me: Don’t Me: Even Me: Look Me: Just Me: Delete Archer: What are you doing? Me: Burying the image. OMG OMG Archer: So you don’t want me to screenshot it and send again? Me: NO I set my phone down, laughing to keep from crying. Sucking it up, I call Dean. His phone rings. And rings. And rings.

"It's always a ships-passing-in-the-night type of thing." His voice, on the other hand, was rusty, like if he'd choked on a peanut. And she... she was on the verge of crying. She'd followed in her parents' footsteps and risked everything for the sake of experiencing the present moment. And in the process, he'd lost everything. Their biggest blunder had now become hers as well. "So...o...o." She drew out the word on a long, quivering sigh. "I guess this is goodbye." "I guess it is."

Now I am going to lose this. "Black" I blurted out and zeroed my eyes on the screen board. I wasn't surprised when the score moved from 87 to 84. It was from me, and I know we are already on the brink of losing. I just pray the next game will be different and more physical. Maybe running with your partner with laced shoes tied together. I won't lose that. Someone should just bring that because it's common now. The game continued and I lost the final question. The white team is now 6 points ahead of us.

"You win by sinking all your balls before your opponent can do the same. There's only one way to win. But there are several ways to lose. You can sink his last ball accidentally. Or sink the eight ball too soon. Or sink the eight and the cue ball at the same time." He sets the ball down on the felt and turns to look at me. "Even right at the end, no matter how far ahead you might be, when you think your victory is assured, you can still lose. Sometimes because of the tiniest imperfection in the cloth. Or by your own fault. Because you got distracted." I understand the metaphor. But I'm not sure what point he's trying to make. Am I the distraction? Or am I the prize, if we can make it through

Abel was stunned as he exclaimed, "That's impossible! This card has no limit. It's still under As—" He then abruptly turned to me and demanded, "Was it you?" At this point, I saw no need to preserve their dignity any longer. I let out a cold laugh and replied, "Yes. I canceled it. "This is my supplementary card. If I don't want you to use it, you can't. What are you going to do about it?" Before my words even settled, Cora pouted and clung to Abel's arm. "Abel, you have to handle this properly. I saw several bags I wanted to buy."

Still, he kept talking, and his next sentences didn't please me at all, in fact they did nothing but piss me the hell off. “Yeah, so for this next game, we've decided to monetize the game.” I was taken by surprise because what did that even mean? “What? What does that mean?” “It means that based on both teams, we are betting on you. For our team, you. For the other team, they are betting on their best man.” “Explain extensively, Connor.” What the hell? “It means it depends on who loses or who gains. Almost everyone here is willing to stake. Whoever loses, loses their money but the winners win, based on the outcome of the game.”

And the knowledge that I’d lost a game I was never actually playing. Because Gavin Cross didn’t play games with people beneath his notice. He simply erased them. The way he’d just erased me.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

One more game, one more game, one more game—three more times. The mood is like lead weighing us down, but Afro-douche doesn't wanna quit at all. Finally, in the last game, I lose one life before winning. And I swear I wasn't holding back. Great! That should satisfy his thirst for revenge somewhat. Failing to K.O your opponent even once over the course of so many games would cause more than a little damage to your pride; I get it. So… “Well, 'guess that—!” I try to say.

I have no current project since I just finished one a while ago so I agreed. Then George who was waiting for our conversation to end took the both of us to play games. The one who loses has to drink and the winner would be the one who would pour the drink into the glass. So it depends on the winner how much the loser would have to drink. I was new to the game so I lost several times. The good thing was the three guys were considerate so they only pour me a little. But Paul was a different story. When he won and I lose, he would make it a full glass, punishing me severely.

I personally think it won’t change the game anyway. While the game was rolling, I noticed how Chad kept on messing up his game and eventually, Levi got pissed and started punching him right in the face. It created a ruckus and that’s when Nikki, Jane and I decided to leave the game. We already knew that’s a losing battle and just like we thought, we eventually learned that our team lost their very first match up.