Chess Jokes Novels & Stories

the man nodded. “Alright,” said the facilitator. “Let’s rotate. Jokes, riddles, weird facts. Come on, unleash your inner campfire gremlin.” Katherine nudged Kingsley. “You better say something.” He looked at her with mock offense. “Is that a challenge?” “I’m saying you’ve been making bad jokes since 2009. Now’s your time to shine.” He raised a hand. “Alright. What did the zero say to the eight?” The group leaned in.

The old man recollected himself and asked amiably, “Little girl, do you know how to play chess?” “Uh-huh, a little bit, but I'm surely not as good as you. Please show me some mercy.” She stuck her tongue out mischievously. “What are you doing?” Lebron was worried. He reckoned she must be planning more than just an innocent game of chess although he could not think of another reason at the moment. “I just want to play chess with Grandpa Ronald. Why are you so concerned?” A sarcastic smile spread across Cherry's face as she shifted her attention toward the man. The nonchalant attitude she exuded sent shivers down Lebron's spine.

I asked while looking around, thinking about the variety of games in the casino. "Chess." "Should I be surprised?" I joked in my head. "Tsk tsk. Good luck." Lorenzo just chuckled from behind, leaning against the pool table with his arms crossed. I just scratched my head in confusion. Not only does Allura need to figure out if Leo really meant what he said a while ago, but also what did Lorenzo mean? But one thing is for sure, it'll all come to the same conclusion. "Mind reader or some shit." I thought.

"No, I won't. In chess, there is no distinction between big and small. If I can't win, I will admit defeat. Besides, I won't laugh at you. How can you still have the audacity to ask me to let you win?" The rain in August was like someone pouring water from the sky, pouring down heavily. The rain hit the eaves with a "pitter-patter" sound, and the courtyard was filled with misty rain. Occasionally, there would be arguments between an old and a young person inside the house. When the knocking sound came, Roberto's face immediately fell. "It's for you, go open the door!" Julie threw the chess piece in her hand into the box and said, "Oh, you old man, why are you so suspicious of strangers?"

' Jacob told his father as people round the table laughed. 'Who taught you?' 'I did and she outsmarted me, she is just showing off, when I am in the full swing, I'll beat you.' Katie looked at him. 'It isn't my fault you don't know how to play.' Jacob changed into a sober. 'I know how to play; you just didn't give me the chance to win.' They all laughed. 'What about you, Pearl?' She shook her head. 'Not a fan of chess.'

He asked. Since childhood, chess was the only game that the both of us- with different interests, shared. No one ever won, though. We were always evenly matched, and no one could defeat the other. “Grab the board, and watch as you get your ass whooped.” I bragged, placing my glass on the oak table that separated our chairs. “Says someone who is attracted to a woman.” He retorted. Again, only Qyle George could make something like that sound like an offense.

“Or are you a proper old fogie, and when you say game you mean like, chess?” “Hey, I’ll have you know I’ve played board games that came out after at least 1995.” He grins. “I’m pretty sure.” My next laugh surprises even me, less alcohol-fueled and more inspired by the easy banter between us. God, I forgot how much I like funny men. I forgot how much I like men! I can’t even remember the last time I looked at one, and however blurry he might be, I am looking now.

This, this is too fast, right? Their grandfather and grandson had been playing for several days, but Arielle actually solved the chess game in just a few seconds. "It's really boring." President Munch was a little bored, "You go to the exam." Lovert also stared at the chessboard in disbelief. He believed that his chess skills were the best in his circle of friends. Since Arielle killed a piece of chess last time, he also went to the chess club to study chess manuals. Having played against some elderly people a few times, he felt that he was not bad, but after meeting Arielle, he had to suspect that he was mentally retarded.

I took a step back and let them have it. Back at the main chamber, I found Schnell with Bob. They were—of all things—playing chess. With magnetic pieces. On a stolen Control board. “He’s cheating,” Schnell said without looking up. “You’re using equations to optimize your pawn structure,” Bob countered. “I call it even.” They both glanced at me. “Didn’t peg you two for bonding time.” Schnell grunted. “We are not bonding.” “Not in ze slightest,” Bob said at the same time.

Chuckling humorously, he started arranging all the chess pieces, and waved his hand over the board, “Feel free to make the first move.” As I lifted the Pawn and made my first move, I was well aware of his evaluating eyes on me. After a moment, he finally inquired, "You don't seem so well today. What's wrong?" I watched him move his Pawn as I said confidently, "I'm feeling great. Just a little tired, I guess." His eyes were still on me and before his sharp, demonic mind could put two and two together, I interrupted his thoughts, “Don’t you get bored here?”