Game's

Game's

A Story by 12.09am
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Cheating isn't a fun game to play, i learnt that, the hard way

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Games

 

Oh baby, how you loved games,

Card games, Board games, Easy games, Hard games.

I never quite understood the thrill you got from them,

All I knew was that you never wanted to stop playing.

Once you got bored you always picked up another;

New game, same rules.

 

You had me hooked from day one, the ambition to win, eating at me from the inside. What seemed like innocent fun soon turned into wicked games. You had me thinking each game was different, but you always played with the same set of rules. You were just so good, so good at making me believe you were playing by the rules, but that was never the case.

 

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The first game we ever played was Monopoly and you showed me then and there how clever you truly were, always making the right investment at the right time. You bought property all over the board, till you consumed almost all of it. The same way you slowly bought all of me. Investing in me, slowly purchasing pieces I can never buy back.

 

But you got bored of that game after a short time, so we moved onto twister, you lived a twisted life full of lots of twisted actions. You taught me what it felt like to have twisted thoughts, a twisted mind and when it got so twisted up, you showed me what it felt like to fall down.

Once I fell, I thought the game was over, but you insisted on trying another.

 

UNO was the next game on the cards; oh you loved this one very much. Always telling me there was only one. One card left, but that was never truly the case.  You loved to call “UNO” just to grasp my attention, but you always had multiple cards up your sleeve, ready to play.

 

We played scrabble every now and then, but I never quite mastered it, I could never really work out what the letters H, C, T, E, A, R, E spelt. Turned out they spelt “CHEATER”. It was right in front of my face the whole time, but you blinded me. Left me blinded to the truth.

 

Cluedo was another; you were always brilliant at covering up your tracks behind you, almost like you could get away with murder. Technically you did. You loved the rumors, the secrets and the “what if’s” but only because you knew the truth while you left me guessing. Each time was a stab to the back, you left me to bleed to death, without a care in the world.  

 

You were always good at putting on a show, Charades was another game you fooled me with, always acting as something you weren’t. You had me believe a cheater was not a cheater, a liar wasn’t telling lies. Using it all as a disguise, you manipulated my thoughts as you left me guessing time and time again,

“ Does he really love me?”

“ Does he really mean this time is different?”

 

Checkers came next, you taught me how it felt to lose, time and time again. You set me up to fail, each time I thought I had it in the bag, it turned out that was exactly what you wanted me to think. Strategically placing them to make me set mine in a specific place, you manipulated my thoughts and actions with your own. You had your checkers lined up for the win since the very beginning, but I always saw the best in you and never admitted you were a cheater.

 

You quite enjoyed hide and seek, slipping into the darkness you thought I’d never find out. The places you’d been, the things that you’d done. But I found it all, like little clues, and when all added up, I caught you. But I never won the game, for each time I found you, you’d hide again, and the game continued.

 

Oh and Tic tac toe, Who will stay? Who will go? You set up the game so I’d loose from the very beginning but wanted me to think I had a chance. You made me be the x to your o, I had no choice, for you loved the game, and I just couldn’t leave.

 

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Your games played with my head, I could never really win, you always had a new move up your sleeve. Sometimes I felt like I was winning, one step ahead of the game, but that was just a game as well, I was always 10 steps behind, but you made me believe otherwise.

 

I got addicted to the ambition, the desire to win one day, so I always came back for more, thinking each game was different “ its different this time, I promise baby” But even your words were just a game, poisonous and infecting, they made a monster out of me, I became an addict living on your games like drug. Leaving left me in cold sweats and fits, the withdrawal made me weak, begging to come back, begging for the games, begging for you.

 

Sometimes I’d walk away, I’d cry, I’d yell, but it never really bothered you, You always knew I’d come running back. Because you owned parts of me ever since we played our very first game, you twisted my mind, made me think you were something you were not. You shaped me to want to play, and despite it killing me, I felt more alive with you, than not;

So I stayed and the game continued,

Resulting in the same outcome every time.

 

You made me the person I never wanted to be, broken, damaged and dull. You always left me wanting more, another shot, to give it one last go.

 

Whatever the case, it was all lies, twisted thoughts and poisonous actions. I never knew the real game you were playing was me, I was in denial that you were a cheater, a player and that I was the one who was being played.

 

I wish I saw straight through you, the second you rolled the dice,

 

You see,

 

You always aimed for 6, always wanted more

 

But for me, 1 was enough,

You were all I ever wanted.

 

 

© 2016 12.09am


Author's Note

12.09am
Come's from a place of pain, any questions feel free to ask! not sure if the meaning is completely clear to others :) Please leave your thoughts and feedback, enjoy!

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"The first game we ever played was Monopoly and you showed me then and there how clever you truly were, always making the right investment at the right time. You bought property all over the board, till you consumed almost all of it. The same way you slowly bought all of me. Investing in me, slowly purchasing pieces I can never buy back."

Beautiful. Something I'd expect to find in a book like Lolita. This was really lovely to read. My only suggestion to you is that you'd want to use " 'til " or "until", as "till" in itself is a cash register, not a stand-in for "until".

Posted 4 Years Ago


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"The first game we ever played was Monopoly and you showed me then and there how clever you truly were, always making the right investment at the right time. You bought property all over the board, till you consumed almost all of it. The same way you slowly bought all of me. Investing in me, slowly purchasing pieces I can never buy back."

Beautiful. Something I'd expect to find in a book like Lolita. This was really lovely to read. My only suggestion to you is that you'd want to use " 'til " or "until", as "till" in itself is a cash register, not a stand-in for "until".

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This story moved me deeply. It touched my heart I could feel your emotions while reading this and I loved the last line. 'You were all I ever wanted'
Sometimes we don't get what we want and a day comes when you will be truly happy. Just don't give up hope.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Some people not only know the rules to the games they play so well, but live them constantly, inevitably infecting those nearest with confusion and perplexity, which can and usually does lead to self doubt, which itself leads to turning the table from what they caused, to making you think it is you that's at fault. It is not you at fault. Slowly purchasing pieces I can never buy back is such a potently powerful phrase that screams out loud to be heard.
Love the connections you make between each game played and the real lives and effects the game has on those lives. Another stand out line is "You made me the person I never wanted to be", it is always the case when one plays games better than the other. I really am having a hard time seeing how you put this together so perfectly. But then, it was you playing the games, living the games and he results they brought. When all you were hoping was to throw a one, never knowing the dice in your hand were loaded.
This is just brilliant, nothing less than brilliant.

Posted 4 Years Ago


12.09am

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much, I really appreciate you taking the time to give it a read and your comment ! Slow.. read more
Lorry

4 Years Ago

Was a pleasure to read.
This is a beautiful piece! I love how you described your feelings... You did an amazing job on it. It's hard to interpret the feelings inside to words, yet look at this piece. I found no grammar or spelling mistakes either...
I'd love to read more from you :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


The ending is amazing. I love the imagery throughout, the metaphors really work and bring this entire piece together. Only thing I noticed is that you need to correct "loose" to "lose", other than that, it is beyond great. I really enjoyed this, you truly know how to captivate your readers. :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


This piece is intricate, unique, and fascinating to read. I do want to mention, before I get to the good stuff, a few grammar tips - the apostrophe in "Game's" is not needed in the title and the first line. Also, there are a lot of commas throughout the story, leading to a lot of run-on sentences. If that is for an intended effect, that is totally fine; however, if you'd like to fix the grammar a little bit, adding periods and breaking your sentences into smaller ones and such, I think it would slow the pace of the story down and make it even more dramatic. That being said, this is amazing as it is. The play on "cheater" is interesting, and the way that you use various games to illustrate different facets of this broken relationship is unique and wonderfully constructed. The paragraphs about Monopoly, Twister, and Clue drew me in the most. I especially liked the plays on the word "Twister" in that paragraph, as well as the mention of falling down. That whole extended metaphor is excellent. The final few lines are also beautifully written and add a poignant, heartbroken tone to the piece. From your author's note, it appears that this comes from personal experience, so please know that I am praying for you. Keep up the wonderful writing - your stories are remarkable.

Posted 5 Years Ago


12.09am

5 Years Ago

Sorry i only just realised that i hadnt replied to your amazing comment. Your feedback was incredibl.. read more
AliciaB

5 Years Ago

You are very much welcome!
A amazing story shared.
"But for me, 1 was enough,
You were all I ever wanted."
I miss the days of games. Good conversation and laughter. The best days of a life. Thank you for sharing the amazing story.
Coyote

Posted 5 Years Ago


12.09am

5 Years Ago

Love those lines myself, very fragile ones to speak, however easier to put down into writing! Thank .. read more
Coyote Poetry

5 Years Ago

Okay. I will read now and you are welcome.
I love this! It is beautifully written, and had such an incredible flow and rhythm to it. I can't wait to read more of your stuff! :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


12.09am

5 Years Ago

Thank you !! Really glad you enjoyed it, Thank you for the kind words and feedback, If you enjoyed t.. read more
A brilliant depiction of a dysfunctional and emotionally abusive relationship. Games does not need an apostrophe, neither do other words not possessive. I do know autocorrect sometimes adds them in at random. A really well thought out piece.

Posted 5 Years Ago


12.09am

5 Years Ago

Thankyou for the constructive feedback ! Really glad that you could extract the " dysfunctional and .. read more
This is really cool and such a great read! The concept is one-of-a-kind, something that I've never seen before. I applaud you for your creativity, please keep it up.

Posted 5 Years Ago


12.09am

5 Years Ago

Thank you very much for the kind words and feed back ! Really glad that you could extract its unique.. read more

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