SHIFT TAILS: Faerie Courts
Aside from the fact that our environment is literally just a chip to be bet in a poker game... there's the very pressing problem that they tend to see us as game pieces.
A Peter Gray and Simon King Christmas (story gift)
"i told you never to play around with fire pokers, fiz!" simon scolded the fox. "we're lucky the bear ducked in time and you only destroyed that portrait." "the owner was quite cross though," peter winced at the cracks. "said it was an heirloom."
Why’z...
Been a life well lived, one i'm proud to have had it's been a surprising rollercoaster of scary, happy, angering, & sad the scars that can't be seen are best kept at heart there's not much needed for sharing from the very start if life was a game of poker
The Gate-Way Revisited: Chapter 2 Skies On Fire
#2 of the gate-way revisited chapter 2 - skies on fire "read 'em and weep," said shawn, laying his cards out on the poker table.
Peace and Worry
Maribelle saw right through his poker face, "as long as you don't embarrass yourself, do whatever you wish. ah, lunch." a woman in a standard jumpsuit brought in two plates of food. nothing too fancy, just meat and vegetables.
Clan War: War of Light. Chapter 1 Return of Darkness
Outside the temple a small group of soldiers are sitting and playing poker outside a ship. prepare the ship, we leaving to alpha 151. the commander says alpha 151, are you serious? one of the soldiers says.
Identity: Chapter Forty-Six
It is a battle of wits, no different than poker."
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 69
"with a fireplace poker," jonah added, pointing to the left side of his chest. "right here, above the heart." "stabbed?" bethany could hardly believe it. "when? and by whom?" "several days ago.
Discarded
For those not familiar with the in-universe star wars game of sabacc, think of it as poker played with tarot cards. the pdf version features an illustration by myself, visible at this link.
TItans of the World I: Somebody Save Me (edited)
He felt like there was a hot poker in each of his lungs and that his ribs were molten metal. he could smell something was burned, it smelled like hair and skin but how would he know, he couldn't breath.
A Price for Everything pt 2
It would suck having to carry around a wrought iron fire poker for the rest of his life. **the end**
#1 Today I died
Rapturous silence fills the room and my brain, as it no longer registers the sonic poker that was jabbed into it repeatedly with each blare of alarm, and throttles down.