These Games We Play Novels & Stories

I tell him. “And definitely do not mind my brother, he is a knuckle head and so is Austin. So, what would you like us to?” I ask him. He looks thoughtful and then he says, “We have some board games. We could play scrabble, chess, or monopoly.” “I think I would prefer if we played monopoly,” I tell him.

I asked. Why was everyone acting like they’d never seen games before? It’s as if they were kids talking about a birthday party coming up. “Games are just a nickname for f*cked up pranks and activities. They spin the ‘wheel of fortune’ and whatever it lands on, that’s the event for the night. For example, if it lands on ‘games of chance’, then they’ll play something like bingo or roulette. If they decide on bingo, the spectators write up a bingo chart for the players to do.” Leilani replied.

"She did mum. And was so surprised when I told her that I did. She was also so happy that I made chocolate cause she said it's her favorite." "That's nice. So what else did you both do?" "We played games like; hide and seek, Win and slap, Chess, video games, and also got to talk about our initial love lives. Lest I forget, we also talked about ourselves; our likes and dislikes and also what we will want in the future." "First of all, what's win and slap?" "It's like a choosing game. If you get the number you slap the other." "Ok. Secondly, what did you both discuss in love lives?"

We finished the rest of our meal in silence and moved to the living room where everyone gathered around for games. It is a weekend tradition in the family, games on Saturday mornings to bond the family since most of us might not be available during the week or too tired to do anything with others because of school work or anything like that, so it was decided that we would play games in the mornings to help us unwind from the stress of the week. It's done after breakfast so we could also use that time to simultaneously relax and digest our food. We were halfway through a game of charades when we heard pounding on the door. We looked at ourselves, I'm not sure anyone was expecting a visitor t

’ ‘No WiFi and cell phones? ‘Yes, when I was your age I didn't have a cell phone and I didn't even know how to use a computer.’ ‘So what do you play then?’ ‘We play games outside like hide and seek, block and catch, Chinese garter and touch ball.’ I said. ‘And most of the time we run.’ ‘What is that touch ball?’ ‘A ball is being carried and passed by hands between players,’ I said. ‘There are players in the middle who will try to avoid being touched by the ball.’

“That’s as long you don’t want to spend the morning sleeping.” “Nope. This morning, and tomorrow morning are all about what you want to do.” “Than game room it is. What other games are in there?” “Pool, darts, air hockey, and some arcade games.” “Which do you prefer playing?” “Nope. Not answering that. We’re going to play whatever you want to play.” “Alright. Have you played pool before?” “Once or twice. I’m not very good at it.” “I’ll help you.” “Ok.”

I don’t want to dirt his bed. "There's nothing like this in our village. I'm just used to street games," I said while looking at the words 'Game over' on the screen of his big television. "Street games, huh?" That seemed new to him. I turned to Luxious. "Street games like: chasing, hide-and-seek, heaven and hell, and more. It's fun especially when you have a lot of friends." Luxious went silent. "Why?" I was nervous at the expression on his face.

"What does it mean?" I do not have an answer. But I know one thing: someone is still playing a game. And we are the pieces.

We picked some of our favourite films, made some popcorn, and snuggled up on the couch together. As the evening drew to a close, we decided to have a game night. We pulled out the old favourites – Monopoly, Scrabble, and Clue – and spent hours competing and laughing together. All the things I've missed were happening again that I didn't care if it was a game - I didn't want to leave.

“How about a game? Something to test our skills?” “Like what?” I asked, intrigued. “Maybe we could play a card game or something,” Adrian suggested, his excitement evident. “I’ve got a deck of cards in my bag.” “Let’s do it!” Janet clapped her hands together, the idea sparking a thrill of excitement. “I love card games. They always bring out the competitive side in everyone.” We cleared the table, setting up for the game. As Adrian shuffled the cards, I felt a sense of anticipation in the air. “What game are we playing?”