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It wasn’t just another game, this was life or death. This was inappropriate. This was downright stupid. Russian Roullette. A game of chance. A game of luck. I was lucky, my friend was not.
By Robert Bowers on 12.18.2012
The game is never over until the combatant takes his last breath.
By Turtle on 12.18.2012
I think of me winning because i hate to lose and i automatically get competetive and i get pretty excited kind of like when i dog gets excited when he sees a ball. i really like games and expe
By Miranda Melhado on 12.18.2012
I had no clue that was my last game. The last time I would be standing on that field in front of screaming fans. Wearing that white and navy jersey that represents friendship, teamwork, trust, honesty, and hope.
By Samm URL on 12.18.2012
awesome fun alexis boyfriend dead space phone love excitement controller xbox360 blue
By Janette Carranza on 12.18.2012
we all like to play different versions, even if we think it is the same. The rules change, some like it to be fair, others just like to win. I don’t know which i prefer, something that stays interesting?
By rebmahcleb on 12.18.2012
Game. Life is a game. It’s the only game in my life that I’ve ever wanted to lose. Except, by losing this game, that means I win. The game is over. I’m only playing against myself- If I lose, that means I win, right? Unless, life never was a game, and I was constantly fighting against myself over nothing…
By Caitlee Jackson on 12.18.2012
Sitting there side by side on the floor looking up at the t.v. with tired eyes but smiling cause we have each other. Playing a game on xbox and cuddling.
By Nettysthirtysecondthought on 12.18.2012
It’s because she thinks it is a game.
That’s why she does it.
She doesn’t care about the money.
She doesn’t care about his pain.
We are all but players in her twisted game.
By Cafune URL on 12.18.2012
“Jesus!” He flung me hard into the waiting lockers by the collar of my shirt. “Do you think this is a game or something? I’m serious!” He leaned in close enough for me to smell the alcohol on his breath. “Get me the money. Otherwise, you’ll be a deadman.”
By WearyWater URL on 12.18.2012
Kicking, fighting, running. Score. Kick, fight, run. Score. Win. Or be a disappointment. Score or be scored on. Fight to the end regardless. It’s all just a game anyway.
By Maeve on 12.18.2012
The game is all the same when you’re seeking fame.
By Marianne URL on 12.18.2012
Gents are always saying
A round or three for the lads; let’s say the best of two, Sir
Meet me like one man to another
Even when the stakes raised are nothing but the fool’s gold crowns of clowns
By Intuition URL on 12.18.2012
A love game. It all started with a love game. In the end, I realized I wanted it to end and make everything serious. But he treated my like a toy. Who am I to complain? I was the one who started it all.
By unblurthefuture URL on 12.18.2012
Guess she’s game
And she’s made
Exact stops – candy for the cops
Some people think life is a game. It’s safer that way. You can just shut it off and walk away. Really, nothings a game. Every decision every movement has a million different possiblilties spiraling away from it. Nothings a game, because everything has consequences
By grace on 12.18.2012
A great way to get hurt is to play someone’s feelings as a game. Be prepared for the consequences. What goes around, comes around.
By KrisHaff URL on 12.18.2012
Games should be fun.
By Jackie URL on 12.18.2012
I always win and always cheat. Thats the real game; trying not to get caught.
By amazing on 12.18.2012
Go: they say
And it’s up, up and away
Measuring time by the counting of blocks
Even when I’m speeding a part of me is thinking, breathing, feeling
there was one this marvelous game called the snachet. the snachet consisted of 4 objects scattered throughout europe that every graduate student must find before he can receive his diploma. all objects pertained to their specific major and in order to receive these objects, they had to do something worth a life lesson.
By Samantha Seleno on 12.18.2012
I’m on top of the world you can’t stop me now I’m to good for y’all I’ve advance y’all in life and in this world I will rise to the top from the bottom where I started.
By Alejandro meza jr URL on 12.18.2012
haha, this is funny. I’ve been playing too much of a game recently. Guild wars 2. It has invaded my mind. I’m trying not to backspace my typos too much.
but why have I been attracted to video games my entire life? is it because my attention span is extremely short? I’ve read that games go way way back, that we as humans have always been drawn to games.
By Andy on 12.18.2012
The big game was tomorrow and all I could think about was chocolate ice cream and googly eyes. He kept my hand wrapped in his and slurped down his milkshake, which made it kinda hard to put the spoon in my mouth. I have a final game tomorrow, I kept telling myself, but I’m here with perhaps the guy I’d least expect to date.
By andrea on 12.18.2012
At the end of game day it was time for Johnny to make his final decision. Should he stay or should he go? For some time now kelly had been pressuring him to jump on a random train on the upcoming date of january 20th, 2012. “it will be an epic adventure!” she always said.
By Daniel on 12.18.2012
“This isn’t a game!” I snapped at him, slapping down my paper on the cigarette burned pool table.
His eyes stared back at me, unflinching and giving nothing away. “Who says I’m playing any game?”
By Annie URL on 12.18.2012
“Do you think this is some kind of game?”
“Would it make it easier for you if I said yes?”
“You’re impossible to deal with.”
By DavidRyanM URL on 12.18.2012
It was raining that day. That’s about all he could remember when he first woke up to the white padded walls. This was an interesting dream, he thought, he hadn’t remembered any of his dreams for quite some time. Suddenly he felt the pang of a needle sting his arm, it felt a little too real.
By DampBone URL on 12.18.2012
i take games too seriously. from monopoly to chess i always have to win. if i don’t im upset. if i do i want to play again, win again. games should be games. not real life. maybe life is a game.
By sanaz URL on 12.18.2012
“Game on!” she said as he looked up from his notebook. She was holding a small circular dial that reminded him of an old timer they would put into a classic board game. “Now is not the time”, he snapped before darting his eyes back to the paper. “Its only been 2 years since she died.”
the game is crazy, like a one-time thing that you can either win or lose. who knows what happens after that???? I don’t. and what does it matter? what is a game? I like games. my boyfriend doesn’t. does that describe some sort of our personality? does it change us? can somebody grow to like games? Ive always liked games.
By Jaimie on 12.18.2012
I looked out at the rising sliver of the sun. Its orange and red spread across the sky, calling for rain. But for now it was beautiful. And it reminded me of my failed friendships. It was always them, and I would never deny that. I held on as long as I could, and they dragged me around until my grasp was lost to the dirt. It was all a game, but I got the last word.
My silence was the most deafening paranoia they’d ever see.
By Marissa URL on 12.18.2012
Game day already? when was the last time I’ve even thought about the fact this was still a reality. I’ve been lost in my day dreams of a more perfect world where children were not a part of the groungy hustle of the buffalo stampede. Most of these toddlers wouldn’t make it 2 steps before their names were merely memories of someone who could have been.
The game persisted in a way that frustrated her. She was such a child in nature. Helen didn’t want to take the chance of continually disappointing herself so she immediately decided to forfeit.
By BriannaNicole URL on 12.18.2012
That which can bring your family closer together, or that which can isolate you from the rest of the world. It all depends on how you choose to play.
By Kevin Lawson on 12.18.2012
So sick, sick and nauseous
your petty mind games wreck me, destruct me
you twirl my sanity around
on that pretty little finger
By kayla on 12.18.2012
It’s a game we all play but never win. Why? To what end? It seems that we are too blind to see our own teammates and too numb to realize when we have the ball. Lame extended metaphor.
By Doug URL on 12.18.2012
This is all just a stupid game, sort of.
Different levels of problems and obstacles to get through. And sometimes it doesn’t seem like the game is even worth playing, but when it comes down to it, it is.
By Madison Hite URL on 12.18.2012
It was my favourite. I hide, and everyone else seeks. I always got myself into the smallest places, ones only a sardine would fit. After awhile they began to collect around me, the game being up until it was obvious where I squeezed myself in behind the couch and under the bookshelf.
By Stephanie Force URL on 12.18.2012
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