Romans & histoires Pick A Number Game

“Okay! Let’s play a game!” “What game?” the girl with blonde hair pressed, her face burned red. “First, let’s play a light game. It’s called 3-6-9. Whoever got it wrong would need to drink a glass of soju-beer mix.” Kwanghee explained. “Oh! I know that.” shrieked the girl in pig-tails. “We all count and skip any number with 3-6-9. We’ll clap instead. That’s it, right?”

"We all have to sit in a circle and take turns counting from number one to twenty one." Maya and I glanced at each other because this game sounded really easy. "Well, in this game...we all have to remember a bunch of made up rules and whenever a person says twenty one, we'd yell cheers to the governor and take a sip from our drinks. The person that said twenty one would pick any number and replace it with a rule." He explained. "The numbers that can not be changed into rules are 6,7,8,13,14 and 15."

And the funniest thing was that Cassius has always been my partner in the outing, and we always win all games. Well…it's because he never likes losing. Now, we are about to have a blast again. Keittai put a call across to someone, and then two workers came in holding a box in their hands, and we were supposed to pick a number from the box. As the box was passed around, each team leader picked their own number. The box got to my side, and I picked number 718, which means Cassius also picked the same. I smiled happily as I gently caressed the number in my hand. Keittai's phone rang, and he picked it up immediately, standing up from his seat and moving away from the meeting. After a while, he q

He pointed at me. “Well, little lamb is out, that leaves only number 4. Now it is time to pick what they'd do for you.” “Fuck…”

I wonder if he is happy because of the game or because of something else; something he hasn’t had the time to say to me yet but I do not ask him or implore him to speak to me. The rule of the game is pretty simple: whoever begins the game has to stick their fingers out for numbers while the other follows too and try to guess the numbers at the same time. It is a game of luck. Larry tells me he likes this game because it is fair but I don’t think both our definitions of fairness aren’t the same. He says, “I’ll let you start, Tiffany.” Outside the snow continues to fall but it comes down slowly and scarcely. I know it will be better by morning but it makes me a little bit sad to do so.

Kimberly was already dragging her toward a smaller outlet tucked to the side. A sign hung above it. MASK GAME Dahlia paused. "No". "Oh, come on!" "Kim--" "It's simple!" Kimberly cut in, already excited. "You pick a mask, find someone with the same one, pair up, do a task, and boom! Prize money" Dahlia crossed her arms slightly. "And what's the catch?" "No catch". Kimberly grinned. "Just fun". Dahlia gave her a look. Kimberly leaned closer. "Three hundred thousand dollars".

When Mr Zeke was sure everybody had gotten a paper he said, “Now fourteen of you will choose the person you will betray and the other fourteen will have to be on a watch out for who will betray them" He looked around, “I'll pick out whoever gets to pick a paper, point to each of you and whoever gets pointed at, you immediately take your paper." He began to point at everyone and the game had begun. It was quite silly and confusing at first because he had to guide us severally. We were lost. But then we caught the hang of it and it became interesting. I hadn't been one of the lucky fourteen to choose someone but being on the watch out was pretty interesting. He added the rule that we were to f

My stupid, silly dreams of love. My phone buzzed. I looked to find an unknown number. "Maya Winters? You've been selected for a special opportunity. Reply YES to learn more." I almost deleted it. It must probably be spam or a scam, but something made me type: "YES." My phone immediately rang. I answered. "Congratulations, Ms. Winters," a robotic voice said. "You have been chosen to participate in THE SURVIVAL GAME. Please proceed to the address being sent to your phone. You have one hour to comply. Refusal means immediate consequences."

"Lila! Did you make that post? Otherwise, how would you suddenly ask me about the bracelet?" I replied with feigned innocence: "Why would it be me? Sensitive much?" He didn’t know the next post was already prepared, one that would expose him completely. I had kept the purchase receipt for that bracelet. It was a limited-edition piece that had been long sold out. Therefore, it was proof that no one else could possibly own it.