Playing For Keeps Meaning Novels & Stories

Then Ken’s voice came from behind me. “We’re not going anywhere.” I turned to look at him. He had his arms folded and his chin up and the expression of someone who had made a very calm, very final decision. Miller stepped forward beside him. “Let’s just play for it then. Same as before, winners stay, losers clean the locker room and the skates.” Kai looked at Miller with something between disbelief and contempt. “Wasn’t five goals enough for you last time? Do you need more?” Miller smiled. Unhurried. Unintimidated. “Let’s just play.”

KY sits in KY's small motel room in some minuscule town in Illinois, gazing at the awful orange walls—a seventies flashback—that are probably the last time whatever paint job was actually completed here. KY has still not been able to find a job. KY did not think that it would be this hard. KY stands for, KY's dressed up and KY's qualified. KY's already spent all of the money that KY had with KY because KY only had the money that was in KY's handbag. KY cannot use KY's bank cards in case Carmine uses them to track KY out. KY's been making money the last week with the chess games in the park for money. The older men are always happy to make a little wager, and KY feels KY can liven up their da

I step back still looking at him and making distance between us . "So,you want to play this game right"! I wipe my tears "then GAME ON ." -----------------------------------------------------

They skidded to a halt in front of me, both panting. “Thank you for catching our ball,” they said in perfect unison, like they had rehearsed it a hundred times. I crouched down so I wasn’t towering over them and handed the ball back with a gentle smile. “My pleasure.” The boy tilted his head, studying me like I was the most interesting puzzle he had ever seen. “Do you want to play soccer with us?” Before I could answer, the girl bounced on her toes. “We’re playing keepers versus strikers, but the keeper keeps cheating and using his hands even though he’s supposed to be the goalie!”

And when he finally speaks, his voice is strained, clipped, like it’s taking everything in him not to kill me right here in the middle of the game. “Can we please keep playing?” Benji blinks, then shrugs. “Okay.” Just like that, the game resumes, but Kade is seething. And I? I’ve never had more fun.

"I've got better things to do than stay in bed all day, old man." "Such as what?" Lara said, terrified that she had already figured out the answer. He cryptically replied, "Unfinished business." "Forget it if you mean returning to Africa and being shot again." "You're not my keeper, Lara, so don't tell me what to do." "No, I'm the woman who loves you."

Denis must have seen the confused look on her face because he went on to explain further. “Do you know why the game the players are participating in is kept a secret?” He asked patiently. “No. Why?” Kelsey looked up at him expectantly. “So they won’t get sabotaged.” He said keeping his answer short. “Sabotage?” Kelsey's eyes widened “ At a game like this?” “Yes Kelsey, at a game like this.” Is what he said, but made it sound more like; what kind of a stupid question is that? “Why would anyone want to do that?” She asked curiously.

It’s wonderful! “Let’s play never have I ever!” Lynn suggests a little too cheery for her normal state. “What’s that?” I question, looking to Karter for an answer. He pulls me into him, “if you’ve done something someone says, you drink, but if you haven’t done it, you don’t drink.”

In other words, before Ruby realized I was talking to Austin. "No. Not now. I can talk to your mother later." I said. "Before that, let's play the game." Okay. It wasn't the right time. But it suddenly came to my mind. "What game?" "It's called 'Let's keep a secret'. Whoever can keep secrets longer will win." I didn't know if there was such a game. But whatever. I only wanted to keep talking to Austin and leave a pleasant memory, though we didn't see each other in person. "Do you want to play this?"

“I didn’t mean the kids’ game.” Amy went on to explain we would take it in turns to say one word or the other. Over-use of the same one consecutively would result in a penalty meaning the player had to miss a turn. And ‘trick’ might not be something awful. “You really are a minx,” I said. “Does that mean you don’t want to start this?” “On the contrary. Show me more,” I growled, staring at her half-naked body. The blush only made me grin and rub my hands.