Someone Else's Story From Chess Novels & Stories

No music. Just him. And the deadliest silence Ryan had ever known. He began to speak. “I once read that stories don’t belong to the people who tell them,” Adrien said, voice calm and eerie. “They belong to the ones who survive them.” He looked toward the crowd but directly at Ryan. “So tonight, I’m taking back mine.” Gasps rose from the audience. Some people thought it was performance art. Others began to whisper his name. A few recognized him. Ryan stood slowly.

“For what it’s worth, he did try to prevent this. He didn’t jump at the opportunity, that is. . .something.” “He didn’t do enough to prevent this, Raul. And here I was thinking we were getting somewhere,” I shuddered. “The mafia is a game. A game of chess, and you’d be a fool to want to end the game when your opponent is still sat at the table.” Raul whispered and I let out a frustrated groan.

“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 was almost relieved when he reappeared and asked if I wanted to play black or white. “White,” I said, finally content to have something to focus on. We played in silence for almost an hour, exchanging tactical blow for this knight or that rook. I had to admit, he played with a finesse I hadn’t seen since Kyle. “Mistra’s mate used to play Chess, you know. That’s where she learned it.”

They held to their words, and the next day, they were polite toward me except for Tedros and the two who tagged alongside him. Well, I cared less. I got the respect of 90% of Mr. Pompous' men. They won't view me as their master's pet anymore but as the queen of chess. This evening after defeating everyone who challenged me, Tedros finally made the move to end me. His shoulders were raised high and the men claimed he was the best chess player among them. Well, he was good with his moves but I spent nt month battling with AIs so defeating him twice was not challenging.

Make him stop playing with me! I saw a chess board on the table. Some chess pieces have been eliminated placed on the side. Only a few were left on top of its board that were still on the game. Auntie Matilda taught me the game of chess, but I was not very good when it comes to strategies. The only thing in my mind is to attack, so in the end I would usually lose. I left my seat and let the two have their conversation. I just paid attention to the chessboard which made me advance the black knight. When my heart almost fell from my chest because of a knife suddenly struck the board. I am about to get a hard attacked because of that!

He declared as he paced with a sinister smile inscribed on his face. "You see, I'm playing a game which you happen to be part of." He paused, his eyes deeply gazing at hers. She found them beautiful yet were overly terrifying. "My Pawn." "Whatever idiotic game you're planning is definitely not my business. Let me go!" Alisha hissed. He laughed. One so mocking. "Do you play Chess?" He questioned. She frowned, choosing to play mute. He started to walk about again. "You see, many people think that the Pawn is the least important piece but only few know it's true worth."

Their eyes were focused on the chessboard, as if they had not noticed Alex’s arrival at all. He turned to look at the chessboard. He was startled in an instant. Alex had also learned chess. His father, William Rockefeller, was someone who liked to play Othello chess. When Alex was still a kid, Willian taught him how to play chess. He also explained to him a lot of patterns of Othello chess. Yet, the Othello chess in front of him was played quite differently. When he looked closer, his mind was drawn to the chess game.

The line went dead. Dan looked at the chessboard that sat near the edge of his desk — a permanent fixture, always mid-game. He reached forward and moved a white bishop forward two spaces. Then, after a pause, he shifted a black knight. He looked at the board for a long time, head tilted slightly, expression unreadable. In the quiet, he whispered to no one, “It’s always the ones who think they’ve escaped that make the game interesting.” The projector light flickered once more behind him — Bruno’s death frozen in time.

"The game of chess is not just any old board game but it is also the game of life. You can be represented as the king, all the others are the people around you. Check mate means game over in the game but check mate in real life means your life has come to an end..." BORING! Chess is the worst board game on earth, if you gonna play chess I'll consider you as one of those who exist and don't live.