Psychological Mind Game Novels & Stories

“Because I can count cards, and I have a good hand. Is it my fault that I’m smart?” Danielle felt indignant. “Are you saying I’m stupid?” “I’m just reminding you not to play strategy games with smart people.” “This card game doesn’t need a strategy!” “Well, if you’re so bad at something that doesn’t even require a strategy, should I praise you for being naive, or should I call you stupid?” Danielle gritted her teeth. “You’re an evil businessman!” Karl raised his hand to rub her head gently, but Danielle dodged him out of anger.

The fact that she could apparently bend reality with her words and the administrators wanted her dead because of it? "Penny for your thoughts?" I said quietly. She turned to me. "Just wondering what the Sandman's going to throw at us. If it's psychological warfare, what's my worst nightmare?" "Hopefully we won't have to find out." "That's not how this works, is it? The game always finds your weak spot and digs in." She was right. The game was designed to break you, to find whatever trauma you'd buried and drag it kicking and screaming into the light.

"Mental capacity means the number of stages your brain can handle. That is a special characteristic of this game. Unlike other games you can see out there, this game's ideal goal is to let everyone play without having a fear that this game might kill them" "Heart Attack due to the intensity of the game..." "Indeed" "This sounds amazing. It can be used for military purposes..." "Military exams, I assume?" "Yes, just like that" "Try this out first and then you can state if this game fits to be a thing just as you said" "Alright, but... Promise me that you will keep your words" "I never once disobey my words" "Thank you" And with that, Ben started the game. "It is now set?"

I said. " Then your mind must be playing games with you." She said as she dragged me out of the room. Games... That word lingered in my mind for a long time. But for the quick movement I noticed, I knew my mind wasn't lying. Someone was indeed in the room with us..... I just need to find out who. . . . Xander's P. O. V

The fact that Raymond could only think of a paper game to play with her. “A paper game.” She scoffed. Her mouth protruded with what seemed like a suppressed laughter. She thought paper games where meant for kids. What could they be possibly doing with papers if it wasn't a paper game? “I know the game may seem awkward but it's very simple. It is just a mind game. we are going to pick any one of our choice and ask each other what is written there.” Raymond explained, staring at Isa's perplexed face. A deafening silence drifted in. Reins of thoughts lined up inside her head but she couldn't wrap her mind around any of it.

The more he dragged out my inevitable punishment, the more mysterious it sounded and the more frightened it made me but I struggled to swallow my nerves while waiting to hear him out. “We’ll play a game,” he said, running his index finger around the rim of the wine glass, with his eyes still pinning me in place. I rolled his words over and over again in my head, trying to make sense of them. Surely, he couldn’t be serious about the game. What game could we possibly play that would ease off my punishment? Or was this some sort of advanced mind game where he made me at ease and later delivered his punishment in the worst way possible? I was aware that he was obsessed with the idea of breaking

She didn't have any close friends either and slowly as time passed she became a 27 years old who stayed at home most of the time playing on the computer or reading in her library at home. Like any other day, Su Lan was lying in bed watching her favorite drama until she received a phone call. She picked up her phone and answered only to get hollered at by her mother once again with a bunch of questions like: "when are you going to get a job", "why don't you head out", and etc. After an hour of the same routine everyday she finally managed to get off the phone call. Getting in a grumpy mood she grabbed the bag of chips next to her and saw an ad on her computer. The title of the ad was "the mys

I almost laughed when I saw her diagnosis: She has a narcissistic personality disorder. I looked for other files, and realized that all of us were patients with mental being admitted here in this place… although all this information still doesn't align with the existence of the Termination Game. Besides the game's rules have changed relatively as this is not how the game was supposed to be played, the foundation is there… it's just that the method is superficial. I still remember how this game started with my brainchild. * * * Since I was a child I already noticed that I'm different from everyone. My imagination and observations led me to think how imperfect the world is, or rather how imper

“Do we sign up and forget we checked the box?” “Some stumble in,” he said. “Like you. Wrong night, wrong death, right brain. Some it… grooms. Gives them dreams. Leaks ideas. Feeds them bits of itself through everyday life until, by the time they die, half their creative vocabulary is already pulled from the same pool.” Ice trickled down my spine. “Grooms,” I repeated. “Nice.” “The Game tracks them even before they die,” he said. “Watches the stories they post, the games they play, the fears they circle back to. When one of them hits the bus, it doesn’t waste that opportunity.”