The Game Is Life Novels & Stories

I uttered. “Now you know, Calvin is bad news, if he can lie to his wife what more to you?” He replied. Tears started to fall. Why am I so unlucky with life? Did I do something wrong from my past life or just because I’m a stupid human being. “Stop crying,” Tobi said. I looked at him. “What?” I asked. Tobi handed me tissues. “I said don’t cry, it’s bad for the baby.” He replied. Then the door swung open, it was Tobi’s sister, her eyes were so wide and she was smiling weirdly.

Then stopped as if remembering something. " But if he's called off the bet, how the hell are we going to know if he really has feelings for you?" She asked. I pondered on it for a while and thats when I smirked. " Just because a player quits doesn't mean the game's over." I said and stared ahead. Ariana watched me keenly. " And what do you have in mind?" She asked menacingly. I chuckled. " Its a game right?" " Right." " Then we keep on playing...." I said and glanced at her. She grinned wildly and hugged me tightly.

"Is that what you think this is? A life?" "Well, my hearts beating and I'm breathing," Livi argues, insisting that she felt pretty alive and so, she must have a life. "What you have isn't a life, Liviana. It's a game!" Emilia tells. "And you're being played for a fool!" "No, I'm not-" "Yes, you are!" "I am not a fool!" Livi denies, and Emilia scoffs a laugh. "Really?" She asks. "'Cause you could've fooled me."

he said seriously, I smiled at him and nodded. Today the game will be held, we will no longer be placed in the simulator but in a large Maze that we will be placed. It’s not like practice that only wounds we get, in this very game, the life and name of our school depends. We could die in the game because the MLA, is running out of race. The course of the game depends on the clock on which the game systems will change.

Dainiel could only see the build of this person, but based on the strange height and shape, this person must be a woman. “Finally, the time has come. We will begin our game Ameira, it is called; 'The Game of Death'. Either you die for them or they die for you. Try to catch me, if you can," she evilly whispered as she glanced at the young woman sitting on the ground.

Rojan knows that there more to life if he keep surviving, and that someday he will realize why his eldest brother like the game. Gone with the game. Yet he conclude it is a life. And if he keep losing...and losing. Who knows what will happen to his pitiful life?

James said, playful punching my shoulder. “You wish," A commented wrote before a buzzing sound rang across the garden. “Players return to the living room for a friendly game of rock, paper, scissors, and truth," the system voiced, at mist the loud cry of sirens. “Players have one minute to reach the game room, other die," It declared once more. It's tone casual as though reading the weather. “60 second, 59, 58, 57..." It began it's count down, like it was the most natural thing to do.

I threw the folded piece of paper down on the bed between them. "A list? I know you don't want us to invite them to our party." "No, I thought of it, but that's too good for them." "So, what's with the list?" "We're going to play a game of chess. Those girls on that list are Victoria's pawns, her first line of defense. You'll be the bishop and rook. I want you to eliminate them one by one." Anna's eyes brightened. "Not that kind of elimination, no malice, no bloodshed."

her eyes were on her feet, not on me. “When- I mean- what?” She chewed on her lip and her cheeks were turning the same bright red as her dress. “He asked us to play a game, the object of the game was to create a scene where life and death existed simultaneously and to put you in a position of limbo where you didn't know the outcome,” A strong surge of power embraced me, wound around my body, and engulfed the whole club. I looked to my side and up at his face. “Bullshit, the object of the game was the scare the living shit of you,” he said and his eyes slowly softened when they landed on my face.

Soon, it was my turn to present. "Good morning, everyone. It's an honor to be here today at the Ashenford Design Competition organized by the government. I'd like to start by showing you the 3D model our team has put together." I gave a nod to the two team members who were with me on stage. One of them, Logan, clicked the remote, and the screen came to life with my design—a black and white, simple… ball? Inside it were images of Ashenford, but what was this supposed to be?