Stuck In A Video Game Novels & Stories

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?

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.

The fact that the McKinnons have a pathetic descendant like you must be making all of our ancestors roll in their graves out of fury! As I stared at my phone, which had shattered into pieces, I let out a furious scoff. "In that case, I'll revoke my identity as the McKinnons' so-called descendant. Hell, I can't wait to get rid of that label!" As soon as my words fell, Adam slapped me hard across my face. "How dare you talk back to me? There's a live stream going on today, right? Well, then I'll teach you a lesson in front of the entire Internet!"

I suggested, sitting down with Poppy. 'Naaaaah, I'm fine now that you're here." "Oh? Why's that?" "Cuz now I have someone to talk to and mess around with!" Poppy responded, scooching closer to me. "Uh, how so?" I asked. Before I could ask anything else, Poppy stuck out her pointer fingers at me. "Sticks." Was all she said. "...Sticks?" "Yeah, Sticks! Like the game." "There's a game called Sticks?"

Just… how did… Ha… Leaving my computer, I jumped on my bed. A loud creak was heard. Ah, I sometimes forgot how heavy I was. My eyes were in a daze. What did I just see? I did what I could, but the app won't work. There is no use. Staring at the ceiling, I'm bored. I still can't believe that the game I like was turned down. Maybe it would solve and fix itself after a small nap. Right? “Tch”

She is feeling a little awkward about this game, even though she is quite sure she will win Staring at the father and son duo, she nods, accepting the race. They walk back to the game centre, those kids weren't there anymore, and it was a relief for Ashley. Taking their spots, Kayden did the countdown and they start playing. Just like the way Kayden was when he was playing against Rex, that's the same way Anton is. It's as if nothing stresses him, and one could say he's experienced all and more. With both parties willing to win the race, the game when on for five minutes straight yet was non-willing to back down.

In sports, you can't avoid people with impulsive behavior. Some have a strong desire to win at the expense of strained relationships among the team, others for the sake of becoming better in their skills. Some took the initiative to deal with drugs. A coping mechanism he often heard from shower room gossip. Their team kicker, Caden, had the yips, he usually bawled each time he nervously kicked the ball during training. They considered him the dark horse of the team but the pressure they kept on him, made him psychologically incapable to please them.

He was almost certain that the stitches had been blown out. She was stuck with the gangster for hours. He only came into her life to bring more trouble and threaten her, so why should she help him? Livia asked herself. She continued in silence, noting how much pain he could endure. "I'm going to miss the day's work." "The clinic will be closed today”. "I don't know if you know, but some people, like me, have to work to support themselves. "I'll pay the fucking debt as soon as I'm safe." Enrico grunted in pain. The effect of the medication wore off completely.

He scratched the back of his head absentmindedly as he responded to her. “Ah, I’m okay,” he said. “Nothing crazy, just, um, stuff’s been tough lately and whatnot.” “Oh yeah?” said Beth. “Something stressing you out? Are you getting tempted to get high or swallow pills or drink a lot or something?” “Oh, no, ha ha. Nothing like that. I just kinda died in a videogame. Again. It’s like, I keep trying to accomplish something with it, like I’m trying to change my life through it. But… it’s just… it isn’t going like how I planned. It’s like I keep dying over and over instead of finding the thing that I want.”