Flash Fiction: My Game

You were never a player. The game was always mine.

I chose my pieces and my moves as I saw fit. Every piece was placed only to dance to my tunes. Whether one found glory, or one found death, was all up to me. And in the very end, none of your moves made any difference. You made those moves because I allowed you to. Your will, your dreams, your aspirations, none of those ever mattered.

You were always a pawn.

It was always my game…

Word Count: 86


Friday Fictioneers 2nd Nov, 2018

Flash Fiction: The Game

Dr. Villain rubbed his hands in glee.

“Now Agent Sammy, you have to face me. You will have to defeat me if you want to recover the stolen antique.”

Sammy narrowed his eyes at his wise and wily nemesis.

“Very well, Dr. Villain. We shall duel.”

Dr. Villain laughed loudly.

“It all comes down to this game of death. Whether your antique is melted by my heat ray, or whether you take it back, all of it depends on this game.”

Sammy looked at the game set by his nemesis. He could see a red O drawn. Dr. Villain had started the game well. Sweat dripped from Sammy’s brow as he considered his options. He drew a large X right next to the O. Dr. Evil was savoring the pressure Sammy was under.

Finally, after a few minutes of the intense game, Dr. Evil began cackling.

“You lose, Agent Sammy.”

Before Sammy could reply, both of them heard a loud sound.

“Boys! Dinner is ready.”


Dad ruffled little Sammy’s hair.

“Next time, kiddo.”

Word Count: 173


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