Game Pawn Novels & Stories

Alexander nodded and began setting up the pieces, explaining each one’s movement as he placed them on the board. “White goes first,” he said, gesturing to my side of the board. “Your move.” I hesitated, then moved a pawn forward two spaces. Alexander nodded approvingly and moved one of his own pawns. The game progressed slowly, with me making cautious moves and Alexander responding with quick, strategic ones. It was clear he’d played this game many times before, while I was just guessing at the best course of action.

He looked up at me then, his eyes sharp. “You say it’s not a game,” he continued. “But it is. Good versus evil. White versus black.” He paused. “Some people are pawns,” he added. “And some are kings.” “Which are you?” I asked. He considered that. Then smiled. “I was a pawn,” he said. “But I reached the end of the board.” He leaned closer. “I can be anything now.”

he said, and moved a pawn two squares as if he’d said good morning. I stared at the board because looking at his mouth when it said things like that felt dangerous. The pieces were little works of art—carved blackwood and pale bone, veined faintly like something that had once been alive. I mirrored his move and pretended I didn’t hear the soft collective inhale of the onlookers, as if they’d all been waiting to judge whether I knew how to move a pawn. “Not bad,” Kael murmured. “But pawns alone rarely win a game.”

Just the soft click of the door behind her like the end of a scene in a movie you didn’t mean to watch at your age. I stood there for a long while, the spoon still in my hand, the daylight cutting harsh angles across the carpet like an interrogation lamp in a police cell. And I thought about pawns—how everyone loves to talk them down, like they’re useless. But pawns, if you play them right, can take kings off the board and end the game before anyone’s ready.

Black pawn moves automatically and this game seems to have an automatic opponent. I moved the rook to line 3 third white box. The rook moves to the black side line 6 third Black box. Using the rook, I kill the black pawn then the black rook move to kill my white pawn. I moved my queen to where my pawn came from. The black rook on the left side moved forward. I check my white rook, the black queen moves out. It matched my queen and it was my turn to move it then viola! I killed the most powerful piece of black chess.

Under the yellowish light are lying some black pawns carved with stone. A milky white hand adds another black pawn to the collection. Proud milky white cheeks beam up in joy. But seeing the silly move, a smile turns up at the corner of a yellowish face. "Check, Alicia," says James, putting a white horse forward on wood painted in grey and white squares. "I don't understand…I was winning just minutes ago," says Alicia, now twelve years old. "That's how it works," says James in a teacher tone. She scrunches her nose and slides the king to the left square. He moves a pawn forward and raises both hands in the hair. "Checkmate."

He then walked towards the cabin and nonchalantly grabbed the paddle as he tossed it to Hellion again. “Go, do your job.” Hellion irritatingly smack him with the paddle again. “You sick b*stard!”

I sat off to the side, listening to my father's threats, trying to pressure Zach into marrying me. As the person directly involved, I wasn't allowed to speak. Zach remained resolute. "I will not marry Leah." Despite knowing this was all part of the game, hearing those words still struck a chord, a sudden, unexpected pang in my chest. The man before me, cold and proud, stood with a dignity that remained unshaken, even in front of my father. If things had been different, maybe we truly wouldn't marry. At my father's signal, eight bodyguards, all trained fighters, swiftly surrounded Zach.

The president agreed in an instant. They started playing. They were both good players. The match was thrilling. But the president was having the upper hand against him. The president said, “Madarashi, I know you have your own strategy but why are you so hooked up on protecting the pawns. I can clearly see that, here, if you let the pawn be eaten then you could have easily caught me. I get the feeling that you are better than me but because you are protecting all your pawns you are losing.” Then in reply Madarashi said, “You see, here, I’m the black pieces and all the black piece is an empire or a nation to me where the pawns are general people, other pieces are the higher ups and minister an

I moved my pawn and just like that, we kept playing without exchanging any words. Every once in a while, I stole glances at Damon but he didn’t lift his eyes even once and kept playing quietly. We killed each other's pieces and the game was moving to its final stages. I tried to focus on the game but now my thoughts were all over the place. My eyes were on the board when Damon moved his Rook to f8 and trapped my King. I had no other option but to move my King to g8 and that only proved to be my worst move when Damon delivered the final blow by moving his Queen to g7 and announced, “Checkmate!"