Skull Pool Table Novels & Stories

Alice teased me, bumping her hips with mine and I just shook my head at him. "Shut it." By noon, we were called by the game master for the game of the day and I know it will be something physical. "Today's game is called 'Don't Push Me, Ex'." Just as he spoke, the curtain covering the pool area opened and we reacted differently when we saw the setting. The pool had two floating platforms opposite each other. On the floor, inflated bodysuits of different cartoon characters can be seen as well as big cotton buds-like weapons.

"Disappointed? I thought corporate sharks in stilettos liked to slum it occasionally." I ignored his bait and followed him through the heavy metal door. The moment we entered, my senses were assaulted by the cacophony of rock music blaring from speakers, the sharp crack of pool balls colliding, and the distinctive smell of beer, leather, and motor oil. The space was a strange juxtaposition of elements -vintage motorcycles displayed like museum pieces between pool tables, while the industrial ceiling remained exposed, with iron rafters from which hung various motorcycle parts that had been converted into light fixtures. The second floor overlooked the main area through wire mesh barriers, whe

“I go right, you go left.” “Same drill as always Sarah, meet you in the middle.” On the north wall was the bar, it was U-shaped with 3 service wells. The bar top resembled a pool table with green felt, that was lacquered to a spit shine. The backbar shelves were made from pool cues and had a slight green colored glass top for the bottles to sit on. The pour spouts for the bottles were mini billiard balls . The bar stools were pub height, made from black ash wood, and had billiard ball designs on the seats. It was on theme, well built, and expensive.

“Harper and I don’t mind you all staying for a while. As you can see, we have tons of things to do around here.” Layken’s claim that there’s plenty to do here is an understatement. Vintage top-of-the-line arcade games adorn the game room, with their colorful screens lighting up the space. A dartboard hangs from a wall with darts stuck inside for those seeking friendly competition. Spikes cover the ground on the other side of the room, ready for a game of horseshoes. Amidst it all, the pool table stands. Its green felt inviting players to challenge their skills. In a corner, the bar area beckons, with the scent of aged wood and a faint lingering of spilled beer. And if you venture down the ha

The wall behind it mirrored, glass shelves held various bottles of liquor, stools sat lined up like soldiers in front of the slab of timber that had been painstakingly sanded and stained. A jukebox glowed in one corner of the room, and on the other side, a pool table whose green felt had seen better days. The stains of blood and drinks covered the once vibrant surface. A large oak table took up the middle of the room, twelve heavy chairs surrounded it. One word carved into the middle to remind anyone who was lucky enough to have a seat at the table why they were there “ROGUES”.

A pool table dominated the rest of the room, with various-sized couches, and a little table was strewn about it. Lanaya couldn't tell if the glasses were filled with scotch or brandy because they were littered with cigarette butts, pizza boxes, and takeaway containers. It's not as if she'd ever drunk anything. The men gathered around the pool table were having a noisy argument over something. They all appeared to be chatting at the same time. Neither of the other men was paying attention to the dialogue; instead, they were staring intently at the billiards table and holding billiard cues in their hands.

he raised a brow, “Why? Do you think I’m not?” Flower petals were littered on the carpeted floor we’re walking through. At the end of it was a huge swimming pool that was temporarily covered in thick transparent glass. Its center held the table and two chairs that faced each other. The pool’s celadon waters was still visibly glittering in the afternoon sky and the dining setup on top of it looked as if it was magically floating. It’s beautiful! “I’m giving you time to think about it,” he furrowed his hair handsomely.

One cue stick was lying awkwardly on the table, while the others were stacked in a corner beside an unopened crate labeled "imported -Monte Carlo collection," Beside the snooker section, someone had set up a faux poker table with mismatched chairs and a half unrolled red carpet leading to it. A roulette wheel sat lopsided on a stand, its golden spinner still wrapped in plastic. There was even a fake money machine tucked against the wall-probably for that dramatic "raining cash" effect. Right now, it just blinked with a red error light.

“As much as I would love to, that’s probably a healing pool. It’s sacred, or at least important. We’re not destroying the purity of it for someone else who might actually need it for a wound.” Soren chuckles, a dark, knowing sound. “Trust me, I don’t think we’d be the first to have that idea.” He jerks his head toward a shadowed corner behind me. I turn, my brow furrowing. A small, sturdy wooden table stands a little distance away from the water’s edge, looking entirely too domestic for a subterranean cave. I walk toward it slowly, my boots clicking softly on the stone. My steps falter, and my stomach does a strange little flip when I see the haphazard arrangement on the tabletop.

I turn back to the desk and pick up the envelope and reach inside. And that’s when I see it. An old photograph, worn and faded, buried beneath a bunch of old letters. Slowly, I pull it out, and as my eyes move across the people in frame, my stomach plummets. A group of men standing outside a clubhouse not that different than the one The Heartless Bastards own. Leather jackets, bikes, and devilish smiles on their faces like they own the world. Above them hangs a banner:Smoke and Skulls. And right in the middle of the group, standing with his arms crossed and his dirty blond hair hanging in his face, is Slate.