Chess Jokes Novels & Stories

I add jokingly glad the topic was different. “It's interesting because you pick tiles unknowingly and you have to make do with whatever you get, I'll say it's a game of luck, chess is all calculations, I like fate”. “thats a nice perspective” I added “So, you wanna play?” “Sure why not,not like I have since I was in grade 5” We both laughed, forgetting how tensed I was before walking into this study “Talking about school, why don't you apply for the coming session this fall?”

~Allister~ After the surprise party I threw for Jess, my friends have been on my neck nonstop to understand exactly what's going on between Jess and me. So, when I finally took them up on a ‘boys night’ offer to a private polo club, I wasn’t surprised by the numerous questions that followed. Chess is one of the worst games to play with Julian. Yet, I find myself battling it out with him while Victor and Simon offer me their support since we are all certain that Julian, the smart chess master, will eventually beat my ass.

"We both were shitty friends. We fought a lot." "We fought a lot even when we were in a relationship." Chuckling, he replied, "True that. Want to play chess?" "Chess?" I hoisted my head back. "Since when you started playing chess?" "Recently. Chess makes your mind sharper. You want to do friends related stuff. Let's do that stuff."

By the end of our lesson, I could barely move anything except for the knight, rook and queen. Jake tried to hide his laughter, but failed miserably. "What? What's so funny?" I glared at him. "Nothing." He laughed softly. "You just remind me a lot of my brother when I was younger." He admitted. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean? Was he bad at chess?" I questioned. "Well, I mean, he was pretty terrible, honestly." He shrugged.

The guard sitting at his desk quickly ducked down behind it as chess pieces rained down over his head. “Seriously Coal! And you! Do you have to poke the beast!” Gary said angrily as he stood up and glared at Maverick and Coal. “He cheated!” Coal exclaimed, pouting as he folded his arms across his chest. Maverick threw his head back laughing and almost fell out of his chair. “You're such a sore loser!” Maverick said between laughter. “And you're a pain in my ass!” Coal growled. Maverick shook his head as his laughter died.

I was giggling like a loon. “A corpse went to a rheumatologist, and said he was feeling rather stiff-” “That's hilarious!” I laughed. “That's not the joke-” “I love this cheese. Mmm. Cheese and crackers,” I sang, munching on the hors d'oeuvres. “Ooo! And there's brie! And crab dip-” “Do you want to hear the joke or not!” he boomed. “Eh, not really. No.”

As the night wore on, we found ourselves lost in each other's stories and laughter. Outside, the stars twinkled in the night sky, bearing witness to this unexpected bond forming between two friends. It was a night neither of them would forget, filled with magic, laughter, and the promise of more conversations to come. The first round ended in a draw, but we were determined to continue. Round after round, they played with unwavering focus and determination. My keen mind and strategic thinking proved to be a formidable opponent. As the sixth and final round concluded, I emerged victorious, my chess skills shining brightly. I looked at Mobali with a triumphant grin. "Checkmate. For a King, you

“Like… with the little horses and castles and tiny guys in helmets?” “They’re knights and rooks and pawns,” I corrected, lips twitching at the corners. “But yes. That chess.” There was a beat of silence. Then she blinked again. “Okay, you’ve officially surprised me.” “Good,” I said simply. “Figured it was about time.” “And you picked chess of all things?” I shrugged. “It’s quiet. Strategic. Thoughtful. Figured it’d be nice to do something slow for once. Plus, you get to talk trash and still pretend it’s intellectual.”

I groan in annoyance at his arrogant face after escaping and the fate of my pieces on the board. “Checkmate.” He says with a slight smirk on his face making me roll my eyes and slump back on the seat. “Wait, don’t tell me you’re a sore loser?” he asks, arching his brow at me. I roll my eyes again, folding my arms and pouting my lips slightly in disappointment. “I’m not a sore loser, it’s just been a minute since I played chess,” I say packing up the board. “Of course," he says, nodding. “another time then?”

"What do you mean by bragging? It is a fact that we invented Chess!" "Damn, is this guy claiming that they're the ones who invented Chess? How shameless can he be?" "Get out of our country!" The thousands of people there began to hurl insults at Benz Fajardo. "Mr. Fajardo, please watch your words!" The director of the Eastblue City's Activity Center Alex Gray, reminded him. "Your match with Mr. Martin has ended, so let's talk elsewhere!"