Pine Point Game Novels & Stories

At the same time, the person with the highest number of points can ask the person with the lowest number of points a question, or ask the person to complete a specified action or event. “There are three of us. What if we get to the midpoint?” Leander added with a smile: “Baby, you should feel lucky. There's no penalty for the midpoint.” I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't tell them that I was a gaming black hole, and that I was often the one to be punished for playing the game. Suddenly, I thought of something. “Can I put on two more clothes before the game?” Leander, hold me down. “No. Now, let the game begin!”

I don’t know whose all sitting at the table and I really don’t care because I’m starving. Alright everyone. We are going to start the games. First things first Samantha, Natalie, and myself are going to come around and give each of you a safety pin to put on your shirt. If you say baby or pup and someone catches you then you have to give your safety pin to that wolf. The wolf with the most safety pins by the end of the shower will win a prize. My mom says as she starts giving everyone safety pins. After about 10 minutes Sam, Natalie, and my mom are done passing out the safety pins.

he suggested. The two looked at each other’s eyes, they gave a satisfied nod and agreed. They were led to the game booths, the basketball where if you scored a hundred in a 2 minutes you would get a prize. Wayne was the first one to do it, he wasn’t a player thus he only scored 32 and pouted after losing. “That’s all?” April scoffed. “Why? Do you think you can win?” He bleated.

Their reputation precedes them, leaving our team eager and anxious. The game begins, and it is a back-and-forth battle. The ping pong balls soar through the air with precision, landing in cups and forcing our team to consume a variety of drinks. The game takes an unexpected twist as the opponents' shots become more strategic. They intentionally aim for certain cups, causing a nauseating whirlwind of different drinks to be consumed.

The pins are made for soil. I’m in a hard rocky cave. I take deep breaths. Alright, I can do this! I take the first pin, gather as much pressure as I can and drive it into the ground. I need to put them in from one wall of the cave to the other. There are six of them. One down. Two… Three… … “Did I fall asleep?” I drag my heavy body across the cave floor. Four… Five… Yes! The final one. I gather my strength for the last time, ready to stab the ground when:

The game horn sounded before either of us could say anything else. The screen was updated: “Game eight. Paired bridge. Report To Gate C” We reported to Gate C. The room beyond it opened onto a platform overlooking a drop of sixty feet. At the bottom, concrete. In the middle, a bridge. Glass panels suspended on a steel frame spanning the full sixty-foot width of the drop. The panels were numbered on the underside. Visible from above, and not from below. A guard read the rules from a card without expression. Thirty panels... Cross together. The system removes panels at random intervals. You cannot know which panel is next. If you are on a panel when it is removed, you fall. Both players must r

Finally, Maxwell couldn't help but ask, "So, what exactly is it?" I gave Logan a subtle gesture. He hit the remote again, and the black-and-white screen burst into a riot of color. The audience watched in awe as they saw images of Ashenford's buildings, its river, and the bustling streets—all projected in vivid color. But what about the round ball? With a smile, my other team member, William, raised his pointer stick and tapped the center of the city on the screen. Logan clicked the remote, and suddenly, a transparent, glowing orb appeared in the middle of the city.

END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

Trying to push the thought of the competition to the back of my head and enjoy the festival, I joined Kayden to play a pin game at the stall we were currently standing in. The game was simple, if you could burst ten balloons within thirty seconds, with the little pin, you get to win a plush toy. “I want to play,” I told Kayden who was taking the bowl of pins from the attendant after paying. “Go for it” he passed the bowl to me and there were only twelve pins in it. I had thought hitting ten balloons within thirty seconds was hard, and to make it worse I only had twelve trials. Looking at the cute pink plush toy for motivation, I held the pin in my hand.

Each team chose 5 players to do a penalty kick, TJ and Max were among them. Hazel's hands were sweating, she gripped tight Lee's forearm without realizing it. Lee was just happy to be there, he wasn't much of a sports fan but he enjoyed the energy that surrounded him. Moreover, he enjoyed the company. Pinehurst Valley scored 2 goals out of four, and Rosenthall scored 1 goal out of four. The last kick was TJ's turn, the most pressured one of all. If he scores, the game is over, Pinehurst will keep the trophy as the reigning champion. If he missed, the game continues.