In the twilight-shadowed realm of Eldrenn, stories were told of a game that could change fate itself. They called it _Wyrd_, the Game of Threads—a relic of the ancient world, crafted by the Fates and played only once every century. It was said that to win the game was to alter destiny; to lose was to forget who you ever were.

No one ever knew where the board would appear—only that it sought its ne...

I remember when the games started, just a few years ago, but a yearly tradition. The games only happen is the most severe of weather, to make sure we all have a fair chance. At first the games were easy, almost too easy and I’m afraid to say that the creators realized this; causing each game to become more and more difficult.

“V-Verena” the voice was calm,but loud. I could get my heart start t...

_ It is only a game_, I repeat in my head for the thousandth time. _It is only a game. _

_ _But still as I stepped up on the pedestal with hundreds of other competitors my heart began to race. _What if I don’t get picked? _I ask myself. _What if I _do _get picked? _

My heart beats faster as the 12 team captains scan us over, each detail of us being part of their long term memory.

Each team rep...

The game was called echoes of Halcyon. A horror-survival multiplayer experience that dropped six players into an abandoned research facility hidden deep within the Arctic Circle. No one knew who made the game—there was no studio name, no credits, no support page—just a cryptic tagline: "Once you're in, the echoes find you."

Claire, Sara, Blair, Max, Ava, and Dave were close friends who loved expl...

“Go fish.”

“Motherfucker this is poker-“

“Damn it, I thought we do doing Texas hold ‘em-“

“I still wanna play Mafia-“

“Nobody wants to play Mafia, Terry-“

“I could go for a game of Mafia-“

“Then go play with Terry in another damn room, Anthony! We’re playing poker-“

“We’re playing Texas hold ‘em-“

“Goddamn it- NO WE ARE FUCKING NOT PLAYING TEXAS HOLD ‘EM YOU YEE YEE ASS MOTHERFUCKER-“

“OH...

Hey guys, I got so many amazing and encouraging comments from my previous writing piece “The Cost of My Mistakes”. I wanted to do a continuation…but in the prince’s POV! You can find the first story on my profile page.

(This piece was sort of rushed, but I wanted to get it out as I had a few ideas and will probably edit in the future)

Please ignore the prompt haha. And just a note that this beg...

A 1980 PacMan coin operated arcade machine, fine dining next to a mini sized pizza joint. The overhead stove lighting illuminating over the retro machine like it's a museum's prized possession, with _glory _written in bold letters. An art piece of that magnitude would cost a fortune. Your wallet cries out while you pull your newly acquired debit card from it's sleeve. The crisp reflection catches ...

The invitation arrived on a slip of thick, black cardstock, sealed with a wax emblem in the shape of a grinning jester’s mask.

You are cordially invited to a night of games and grand prizes.

The rules are simple. Play to win. Losers… disappear.

It was a joke. It had to be. But when Jake and his friends arrived at the address—an old estate on the outskirts of town—they found a grand wooden door alr...

Alright students those of you in seats put your heads down and thumbs up and remember “ in a deep frightening tone “ No cheating. “ the lights flicked off “

“ I speak to myself in my head “ this got intense fast, I’m terrified… I’ve counted Atleast 10 sets of footsteps walk past me in all directions… what if I don’t get picked ? What’s going to happen… I need to see! Maybe I can sneak just a tiny...

The same buildings were painted across the sky of the never-ending city, faces the same, and sidewalks so familiar. I always felt I was walking on a treadmill that didn’t have the option to start or stop. My dearest friends had the same personalities as everyone here; they looked human, talked human, and acted human, but I felt a deceiving cover whenever I spoke to a person. They watched us at all...