Stuck In A Video Game Novels & Stories

Then he added victoriously, “Miss. Wendy here has been losing steadily. I am afraid she will have to work for free soon, to repay her gambling debt.” “Oh dear, I am afraid he is right,” lamented Wendy, looking at me for support. “That’s because he cheats !” I said, laughing. “I suggest shaking off his sleeves and clothes before you start playing with him” I added, laughing. “Awww, Sydney. I am anything but a cheat. How about we have a game ?" He challenged, his blue eyes twinkled mischievously. I thought for a minute, "Why not, but with real money?"

*** "The game was about to start,we sat at the center court awaiting the players who were on their way to the court. The game began in less than ten minutes and the players began to dribble the ball, passing it to each other. Within a few minutes Alex scored a point by putting the ball in the net. As much as i hated him, I admired the way he played,he was so good at it that i started doubting if i should follow through with my plan, basketball was his life,i saw him passion for the game as he put all his focus in it. But as the classical bitch i am,i hit the button waiting to see him get shocked but nothing happened. "What's going on?" I asked nervously. "What's wrong babe?"Zoey asked. "The

, he said. "Maybe getting help here is not a good idea let us go, Parker. I have a bad feeling about this", I said. "Everything is fine Mer. Trust me when have I ever lied to you", he said. I walked inside to find a rundown system a guy who couldn't be anything more than eighteen. Another guy was playing a video game near him. The video game that he was playing was one of the violent kinds where people were killed brutally. He is laughing at every death like a maniac. He paused it noticing us.

Max looked at the numbers. "I think it stopped due to a malfunction," he pressed his lips, then pressed the stop button to see if he could get it working or find a solution. But Emma became even more tense. "Relax," Max told her. "They'll realize soon enough that we're stuck." Emma tried to calm down, and Max leaned against the wall behind him, about a meter away from her. "Are you okay?" Emma turned her gaze from the numbers to him.

The game that could change everything. Today felt sacred. Like I was walking into something bigger than myself. I sat up and swung my legs off the bed, rubbing the back of my neck as if I could massage away the tension building there. It wasn’t just a game. Not anymore. It was the game, the one I’d thrown myself into like a man possessed. Ever since Stacey ended things, I’d trained like hell, refusing to let the pain slow me down. If anything, I used it. Every sprint, every jump shot, every sweat-drenched morning was a scream echoing from the hollow space she’d left in me.

One flush and I'd have nothing to show for the evening but more parental disappointment. But I couldn't. Not yet. I returned to the app and saved the video, tucking the phone back into my clutch. I had time to decide. Time to figure out what winning really looked like in a game where I'd always been a pawn. At the thought of being a pawn, the image of Maya's gay friend in the female restroom surfaced. But I shook my head, tossing the thought aside. * * *

I pulled up a mobile video game, completely losing myself in the pixelated chaos on the screen. I was so sucked into the match, cackling like a lunatic at the way my character had just danced around a high-level villain and baited him straight into a deadly trap, that I didn't even hear the rumble of a sports car pulling up to the curb. A shadow blocked out the streetlamp light.

I muttered, clutching my bag closer to my chest for safety. I retreated to my room, locking the door behind me. It was a flimsy lock, one a swift kick could break, but it was the only barrier I had against the toxicity of my own life. I sank onto my bed, the adrenaline from the parking lot crashing into the exhaustion of home. This was my reality. The Thorpes played games for power and glory; I played games just to survive until graduation. My phone buzzed against the mattress, making me jump. Evans: Coast is clear?

Others looked away like refusing to acknowledge it made it easier. Me? I pressed my palms against my thighs to hide the shaking. I knew I should've been thinking of strategies, ways to win, weak points on 0269. But my mind was stuck on the most humiliating realization: I was probably going to die in the world’s dumbest kindergarten shoving game. The Game Master called another pair. Two more people walked in. This one was brutal. The larger woman shoved the smaller man so hard he bounced off the ground. The noise his body made when he hit the stone floor made my spine vibrate.

I didn't break the kiss, instead, I kept my movements fluid, sliding my phone out and angling it just right. Foolish me didn't reduce the screen's brightness but I captured a perfect video. He pulled back first like he had just realized what I had done. His eyes widened in shock. “So this is still a game to you?” He mumbled. “And I’m just a piece in it.” A sharp feeling of guilt sprouts within me. I didn’t answer because this was still a game and I just got myself a leverage. Why was I feeling guilty about it? His jaw tightened as he stepped back. “You’re a piece of shit,” he spat.