Playing For Keeps Meaning Novels & Stories

"Jay...?" He sighs, "Turns out the bomb does explode when you quit." "You dimwit." I groaned, "We were almost there!" "We weren't." He walked inside my room and shrugged his shoulders, "I think you told me to cut the wrong wire." Dammit. We were playing this awesome game called, "Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes." It's a game about... well, probably communication. So a player would be giving the instructions without actually seeing the bomb, while the other player does not know the instruction, but does see the bomb.

Tabitha chuckled as she stood up, going to meet her. "It's okay, girl. You'll be fine," she cooed, pulling Sheera onto her abdomen where she cradled her head. ......... Keegan was sparring in the field with some of his men when three Keepers sprinted into the field, their faces flushed and panic etched in their eyes. They looked like they'd been running for a long time. Those Keepers... They troubled Keegan. They shouldn't be there unless there was a problem - a really big problem.

Natalie…" I walked past him and continued on my way. This time, he didn't follow. When I reached the intersection, Ivy sent me a message. "Ms. Lawson, we're playing a mystery box game at tomorrow's team-building event. Are you coming? I heard everyone's guaranteed to win a prize!" Looking at those words, I smiled and replied, "I'll be there." The next day, I drew a small card at the company team-building event. It didn't say, "Thank you for participating." Instead, it read, "Today's Lucky Winner."

She gasped quickly because of the hotness of the victual, “a certain game played in the old days. You drop marbles in a certain direction in holes against your opponent. The one who remains with marbles to play wins the round. The holes are eight, parallel to each other making sixteen, and two large at each end. The one at your left is your home as a player. Oh, each player starts with forty-eight marbles” “Wow I wish to play that game, I have never heard of it’, her mother joked. “And yet you advise people as a profession”, she returned the joke and they both laughed while biting chunks of meat off the plates with a touch of the local salad. “Is daddy ever coming to visit, I miss him”.

Mom shook her head slightly as she placed her hands over mine around her waist as she whispered back, "Never." The other woman then suggested we play the game "tease." Mom and I asked how the game was played. The other woman smiled and explained, "Each coupled person takes turns teasing their lover. The rules are no actual penetration, masturbating, or letting the other couple and anyone else in the vicinity see what each partner is doing or saying to the other."

She asked in shock but my grandpa just nodded. "You know my grandpa?" I asked in confusing and the both just nodded at me. "He's a taxi driver. He drove me home the night I came from my dad's house." She explained and I just nodded. So... the old man has been keeping an eye on me. Our glances met as he started talking to Psyche. What game are you playing, grandpa?

he said but she turned and showed him her crossed fingers, which meant that she did not have to stop. In the morning, he had introduced her to a game called Action. The players had to keep their fingers crossed at all times. If you saw your opponent, you say to them “action.” and they have to freeze until you say “release.” but if they have their fingers crossed, then they don’t have to obey you. Instead, you give them about fifteen seconds so that they will find a place to hide and then you have to search for them. “Shit.” Lemuel muttered under his breath but he waited as she ran inside the garden, beginning the game of hide and seek. He looked at his watch, counting the time and when fifte

I've got nothing left to lose. The referee drops the puck, and the game begins.

bodega with the cat that is three parts lion, the nail salon two doors down that is always playing a true crime podcast at a low murmur, a teenager on a skateboard practicing a trick like persistence is oxygen. I buy a second apple because the first one was a betrayal and I am stubborn. I come home feeling more like a person and less like a cursor blinking without a sentence.