Jiggle. Click.

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Jiggle. Click.

Jiggle. Click.

She watches him hungrily, blue eyes intense, brown hiar swept back. The very world is still.

He blows on them. An old trick, and he doesn't need it; luck is always on his side.

But he likes things to be the same, every time.

And they always are.

The dice spill down, clobbering the board and making her flinch. A few houses rattle, their nonexistent foundations too weak to stand up to the small white cubes of direction.

Which lead him to the exact right place, of course.

She sighs and takes the dice, her head bowed.

Jiggle. Click.

Tumble and pound.

Three and six is eight. One . . . two . . . three  . . . . . . eight.

There's another sigh. His mustache bristles with barely contained delight.

She looks tense as she hands over the money . . . all of it.

Bankrupt.

Another game won.

Another game lost.

The birds begin to sing. It's been a long game.

The sun rises.

~~~

Ack I don't know what this is I just wrote it this morning and I thought why not. 

submitted by Jithkeeper
(February 15, 2019 - 11:05 am)

This is good! It reads like a poem.

submitted by Blue Moon, age 12, Here
(February 15, 2019 - 3:20 pm)

Oh my gosh, guys! This didn’t bottom after the first post! I was scrolling through Inkwell and I saw this and I saw that it had one reply and it was still on the first page, and I freaked! Sorry, I know that was random, but I just had to share it. 

On another note, this is very cool, Jithkeeper! I like it. 

submitted by Leeli
(February 15, 2019 - 7:43 pm)

Can you tell what board game it's describing?

submitted by Jithkeeper
(February 15, 2019 - 8:30 pm)

I'm guessing Monopoly?

submitted by Kitten, Pondering
(February 15, 2019 - 10:48 pm)

Yeah. Pretty obvious. :) I'm thinking of doing one for Clue and/or chess.

submitted by Jithkeeper
(February 16, 2019 - 6:53 pm)

Same story, with a few revisions:

Jiggle. Click.

She watches him hungrily, blue eyes intense, brown hair swept back. The very world is still.

He blows on them. An old trick, and he doesn't need it; luck is always on his side.

But he likes things to be the same, every time.

And they always are.

The dice spill down, clobbering the board and making her flinch. A few houses rattle, their nonexistent foundations too weak to stand up to the small white cubes of direction.

Which lead him to the exact right place, of course. No money lost, but plenty gained.

Two hundred dollars.

She sighs and takes the dice, her head bowed. She hopes fortune will favor her.

Jiggle. Click.

Tumble and pound.

She looks at the numbers. She moves her piece.

There's another sigh. His mustache bristles with barely contained delight.

She looks tense as she hands over her meager wealth . . . all of it.

Bankrupt.

Another fine game won.

Another lost game done.

The birds begin to sing; it's been a long game.

The sun rises. 

~~~

It's better, I hope. Any feedback? It would be REALLY helpful. 

      

submitted by Jithkeeper
(February 18, 2019 - 1:34 pm)

I actually think I liked the first one more. No actual amounts of money, just the descriptions.

Maybe see if you can work in more of the characters? They're the most intriguing part for me. 

submitted by Kitten, Pondering
(February 19, 2019 - 3:18 pm)