Players We-Write with @scribblingramma

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Players - Part One
by @wordymouth
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Rough hands pulled Devin out of the dark container throwing him to the ground. He reached up to take the towel from his eyes and saw roughly 15 others next to him also looking confused and disoriented.

“Players!” shouted a voice from across the yard. “Players. Gather round to hear details of the game.”

Devin looked to the left and then the right. A few at the front shuffled forward. Soon others from behind him shuffled forward too. He followed behind thinking he still didn’t know what was going on.

“Do you know where we are?” he asked a girl walking next to him. “Shut up and just walk.”

She glared at him showing a sharp set of fangs. He lingered on her face until she turned away.

The crowd in front of him began to stop in front of a woman dressed in a long coat standing on a stack of pallets. Devin looked up as the figure outstretched her hands.

“Welcome players. From today forward you no longer live in fear for your destiny awaits.”

Players - Part Two
by @scribblingramma
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Devin woke up in a cold sweat. He hadn’t had a nightmare that vivid for several months. The last one had lingered in his mind for days. What did it mean? Did dreams mean anything at all? He had checked out a book about dreams from the library, but still wasn’t sure what to think about the whole thing. It was nearly morning, anyway; he might as well get up and get on with the day. He showered, dressed, and sat down in the early dawn to a bowl of breakfast cereal. As he chewed, he stared at the box and tried not to think about the dream. But the picture of the girl on the cereal box was bothering him. She had fangs! Glancing around the room, he noticed a statue in the corner of the room. His mom must have picked it up at a yard sale. It was sort of like an angel or a prophet or something, but it was black, and it had outstretched arms. There were towels all over the floor, too, and his mom never left laundry lying around like that. Had something really happened here during the night? Was he a player in a game he didn't understand? Perhaps it wasn’t really just a dream.

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