Jay Knowles

Benjamin Chandler

Jacob Sherman

Sean King

Pennywise  

Emily J

English

It’s the 200th story I’ve started, the 200th and greatest line, the most recent one that departed, I wrote on a paper so fine.

Don't ask me about the one before it, though some folks might try to restore it, ol' one-ninety-nine didn't end up too fine, it'd be better we all just ignore it.

The two hundredth one, that’s its name, truly the best one in the game, some might say that that’s just lame, it’s just not worth all this fame.

Lame, tame? It’s all same same to me. You’re just buzzing but I’m the busy bee. While you’re eating soup I’m making sweet sweet honey.

I’ve got my head in the game, while you just tripped and skinned your knee. Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe

"Don't forget who made the game in the first place." I raise one brow. "You're just a _pawn on the chessboard." A smile beams beneath his tipped hat. "Oh yeah? And what piece are you then?" I reply. With his hand on his holster, he looks at me by his eyepatch. "I'm the player."

Flummoxed, I try to process I’ve been a puppet in a rigged game. How can I possibly win against this one-eyed cowboy who controls all our moves? Thinking furiously, I stall for time. “What about your sister, Lenora? Have your forgotten she’s still on the ranch?” The cowboy smiles

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