The Corner Game Novels & Stories

I say, smiling at them. "Reed. What's up?" Cray says, pushing my arm. "Cornerback. How was the game last night?" "Good. We whipped Bradford's ass, fourty-two to six. I bet they were crying their little asses off in the locker room." Cray says, chuckling. "My god. They were supposed to be good. At least that's what I heard." I say, shaking my head. "Yeah? Well they were ass." Lyilah says, laughing. "By the way, where's pretty boy?" she adds.

As Tony looked at the photo in the profile, his gaze flickered slightly before a glimmer appeared in his eyes. In the photo, the girl was wearing a white dress, with her hair casually falling on her shoulders. She had a simple style, but it couldn't hide her stunning beauty. She was exceptionally beautiful, even among the many beauties in the entertainment industry; she was a top-notch beauty. Indeed... she's very cute. ... The headquarters of the "Hero's Challenge Game" is located within the renowned gaming company, G Corp. G Corp has numerous subsidiary companies, and "Hero's Challenge Game" is their most popular competitive gaming title. Currently, they are developing a mobile version of

The puck bounced right, caroming toward the corner, and Gunner was already committed to his trajectory, moving too hot to cut back in time, and he swung behind the net looking back over his shoulder for the rebound or the secondary play or any available option. Khyle was moving along the boards toward the same corner. He saw Gunner cutting wide behind the net. He registered that they were going to conflict and began his adjustment, but the adjustment was half a stride too late and there was no clean way out of the geometry. Brown eyes met blue. One full second. Perfectly suspended. The crowd, the game, the score, all of it at the absolute edge of perception, present but irrelevant. Then thei

The door closes and the electronic security locks slide into place. I look at the girls and as a group, they release their breath. The striking and tall black woman, who gave me the wink poolside, walks forward. “I’m Corinthia, the girls call me Cori. We’ve brought dice and score sheets for an all-night game of Zilch. You play?” “Zilch?” This is not what I expected. A movie or two, maybe. “It’s a good way to kill time and win or lose a little money. It’ll cost you about three bucks in quarters if you lose. If you win, you take home between ten and twenty. We’re high rollers and take Zilch seriously.” Her teeth flash in a genuine smile.

It was a crowded place with noises coming from different machines that a person could be drugged in a corner and no one could really notice it unless they would actually stare at them. Dakota roamed her eyes around as she searched for a particular 7-year-old boy with chocolate brown curly hair in a red-and-white long-sleeved baseball t-shirt. It did not take a long time to find him as she quickly spotted him calmly playing a fighting arcade game alone on a corner. It seemed that he had been playing the same game for a long time because of how there were some kids standing behind him while waiting for their turn.

Ronan moved through it all with that relaxed alertness he’d learned to inhabit—no longer a man waiting for disaster, but one who knew it might come and trusted the people around him to help catch it if it did. Rowan darted through the crowd at ankle height, a blur of bare feet and slightly pointy ears. At four, they were all momentum and questions. “Mama, look!” they yelled, nearly crashing into me as they skidded to a stop. “Naomi made a game where you throw bags at wood and get points!” “Cornhole,” Naomi called. “It’s called cornhole.” “That’s a stupid name,” Rowan said gravely. “You’re not wrong,” Cassian muttered, adjusting the target board. “Aim for the hole, little wolf. Not my face.”

Koskov asked bemused with my reactions. I looked at him with a scrunched face mimicking an incoming flash of headache. "I fucking hate it. Anything with brute force, what's the sense? People getting high on hurting one another. It's full of bulls like the game inside the prison." "Says you? The you who wins every death game? But anyway, why? What is your kind of game?" "Strategy," I answered as the red team scored a touchdown. "Like chess?" "Kind of." "This is also a game of strategy, like every game of balls."

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

He is a man of experience, and he played this game a good few times and has won. The announcer speaks. “The corner. Your favorite champion Gorilla. Kills 200. Borns broken 150. Crippled fighters 185 and as for the left corner. Kills 0, born broken 0, and everything 0. Is he sure about this match” Allan nods his head ok then now” announced “begin” ROOooooooooooar!

~ CARAMEL'S POV The game we played with Blaze resting inside was called Corner run and I was the one in charge of it. It was a chasing game. One team was to start in one corner of a court and the other team was to start in one corner of the court furthest away. The goal was to catch one member of the other team by chasing them around the outside of the courts. And we set the time limit to 5 minutes.