Failure In SolitaireA Poem by Ruminating ArchaeologistWelcome to the Nostalgic Theatre, your home of all things old and crappily awesome."I hold in my hand a deck of cards." "A deck of cards?" "A deck of cards; choose one." "Just one? Okay." "Now don't tell a soul. Replace it, please. One...two...three…Is it a five of clubs?" "Yes, indeed." "The trick is to order the cards, you see." Ah, you cheat by stacking the deck. Naturally, I wouldn't think of you any less. I take the cards and shuffle them, until three tens are lined up on the top. "You ruined my magic trick." "Here, you shuffle then." "And she does a quick three-play, we might need a replay on that, folks, she's working quick now…" "The object of boredom is to become un-bored… …Solitaire is a loners game." Which is the truth and which is the lie? "I never seem to win. I thought I was but…yeah." I chuckle. It's almost half-past eleven. "Yeah, you fail." He replaces the deck of cards in his pocket for safe-keeping. © 2011 Ruminating ArchaeologistAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on October 13, 2011 Last Updated on October 13, 2011 AuthorRuminating ArchaeologistParadoxical Cerebrum, INAboutSince 8th grade, I've been writing and I honestly can say I've improved. My deviant art account is normally where I'm stationed, and I use it frequently. I also have a fanfiction.net account, and I'm .. more..Writing
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