He looked at the cards in his hand after she had pushed in her stack
All of them were spades in numeric order
Putting this hand over the top of almost anything
Pushing in his chips, he was all in with a huge shit-eating grin on his face
You could have heard a pin dropped when his opponent let loose a small smile, revealing her royal flush
“Don’t give me some lame excuse this time. Where is my money?”
“Oh, my excuse isn’t lame at all.”
“No? Then what is it?”
“All of my money was given to charity this afternoon.”
“That doesn’t sound like you. What charity was it?”
“Extreme Gamer Intervention. I bought all the Pokémon cards I could to stop them from doing so.”
Just play a game of cards they said. It will all be fun.
And there I was with a royal flush and a chance to make a couple of quid.
Can’t really lose, so I went all in. When we showed our hands, one guy just lost it
Know what came next? That bloke chased me to the bathroom with an axe screaming “Here’s Johnny!”
Diving deep under the covers to embrace sleep
Racing into a realm of magic, wonder, and amazement
Engaging in a disastrous discussion with a pompous platypus
As the house of cards you built burns because you only had two pair…
Maybe you should have not eaten that peperoni pizza before going to bed
The cards spoke of fate, but the future they predicted was always left up to interpretation of the one reading them. Most people were almost illiterate. Preston fancied himself better than that.
He pondered that conclusion as he stared at the cards before him. He knew his present was a pair of jacks grinning at him, but his future? The jacks might have been a good a few hands ago, but now he was down to just a two more big blinds.
“What will it be?” asked Jerry with that lopsided grin he always wore. He sat behind a large chip stack that everyone at the table had been contributing to over the last hour or so. Preston stared at his opponent trying to get a read, but Jerry was a stone wall.
Preston thought about folding, but there wasn’t a promise of a better hand in the wings. This was the poker player’s dilemma. What did the future hold?
The jacks were mute, but Preston decided that the future was bright. He didn’t care if the light was that of victory or the burn out of defeat. He adjusted his shades and matched Jerry’s goofy ass grin.
“All in.”
Gazing on the works of art
All scattered around the floor and walls
Left Marcus speechless
Long ago he wanted to be an artist
Every moment of every day he was constantly drawing
Realizing eventually that making a living at creating art was not in the cards
Yet stealing it….
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You might think it would be hundreds of dollars
Perhaps even thousands
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Betting it all, Michaela sat back and waited
Looking her opponent straight in the eye
Under her stern stare, he began to wilt
Folding, he threw his cards in. He showed her a pair of kings
Flipping one of her cards, an ace, she reached for her chips, hiding her four
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The magician pulled up her sleeves and pulled out her bestest smile
Reaching out she produced the deck of cards out of thin air
It amazed the onlookers, but that was just the appetizer
Crafting more magic she took her audience on a journey, but suddenly they disappeared
Keeping her eyes closed, she wished the dream never had to end
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Gary opened the new deck of cards and enjoyed the feel of the linen finish. Eight riffle shuffles or so later he fanned the cards back out and noticed all the suits were still in order. Gary laughed at his luck and began shuffling again. Once again after doing about eight shuffles he looked, and the deck was still in order. Gary couldn’t believe this. He tried a third time, with the same result. He began to think somehow time was on repeat. He began planning how he could use his new found skill.
He did a Google search on the odds of this happening. It was one out of ten to the sixty-eighth power. That was as many atoms as there are in the known universe. Gary was so excited. He was a unicorn, a magical leprechaun, a force of nature. He then kept reading. There have been many cases of this happening, especially if you suck at shuffling.
Gary put the cards away and picked up a pair of dice. He always enjoyed playing with dice anyway. He rolled them three times and rolled double sizes each time. He threw the dice in the trash and walked away.
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