checkmate. I win, and I’ve beaten you. There’s nothing like a good game of chess, is there? Which, Ironically, I’m terrible at. Checkmate. I’ve cornered you, discovered your strategy, made a move of which point you cannot do any more to win, for you have lost.
Scott Duval
“CHECKMATE!” Marley screeched, leaping to her feet. “CHECKMATE MOTHERFUCKER! CHECKFUCKINGMATE YA NASTY TRASH!”
“I DON’T BELIEVE IT I DON’T BELIEVE IT I’M JUST IN CHECK SIT BACK DOWN IT’S JUST CHECK!” Brendan screamed back, leaping up himself to scrutinize the board more closely.
“NO SHUT THE FUCK UP I WON! HA! SUCK IT! /SUCK IT!”/
she fell into the deep pit that i had dug in the ground in front of her. She had been stupid enough to leave the treasure by the oak tree where she was standing. it was mine now. i snapped my fingers, checkmate… i hoped she broke her neck on the way down.
Hannah
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Cheslavtcii
When victory is at it’s sweetest. When the life and death battle before you consists of mere playthings, and when the anxious longing for adventure can be fulfilled by putting things back in their place.
The General knew that this victory would not be sweet.
Thats how u feel when u feel too closed in. Nowhere to go because the problem bothering u just wont disapear..
Sophie
Between a rock and a hard place, but there is always somewhere to go. Sometimes you have to ignore the conventions and constraints of the game, and go whichever way you can – think outside the box, or off the board.
And there im finished, you finished me. Im done!
How is it possible that we have come this far, that i have let me and you come this far?
It’s my fault of course, but i still can figure out why and how…
Id love to travel back in time
Yuri Gomes
I think I’ve outwitted him, but once again find myself on the losing end. “Checkmate,” he whispers softly in my ear as I am forced to acknowledge his dominance and my defeat. I lower my gaze and reply “Yes, sir”. A wicked grin appears on his face and that familiar glint flashes across his eyes.
I win! Game over. I love winning. It’s really the purpose of playing for me. That sounds terrible. It’s the truth though. I love to win. I own it. My dad said if you are average you are “the best of the worst of the worst of the best.” I have no interest in being average. I want to win – to be the best.
Checkmate is a word used in the game of chess. It signals to a player’s partner that the partner has no options but to give up and lose the game. The games is lost when the king
Liz
THIS IS THE THING YOU’D SHOUT TO A WAITER IN BRITAIN AFTER YOU’VE FINISHED YOUR MEAL OF BANGERS AND MASH.
TERRY PAQUET
Alabaster running in circles and having to stop for breath oh my darling haven’t I been here before? Help me know what to do, help me understand the way to glory. It’s getting darker in here and the light shines incessantly in the clear distance.
I stared at the checkered board for long minutes, my brow scrunched in concentration. I didn’t hear my opponents taunts or feel the gazes of the crowd; as far as I was concerned, it was just me and the board, just like it always was.
Suddenly, I grinned, a sinister grin, one I’ve seen replayed on the monitors many times and, as I looked up and met my opponents eyes, I knew he knew it was all over. Without taking my eyes from his, my hand moved out, wrapped around the piece in question, and moved it into position. “Check…”
The whole crowd held it’s breath.
“…mate,”
Checkmate she thought as she leaned back in the executive chair. The executive chair in the corner office. Floor to ceiling windows gave her the backdrop she said she would kill for. She hadn’t needed to go to such extremes. She just gave him the rope to hang himself and he had done the rest. She remembered the first time she’d been in this office. He’d reached across his desk, put his hand on her knee and said he’d teach her all she needed to know.
Chess is one of the oldest games known to mankind. It also makes a perfect analogy for many aspects of everyday life where there is a clear winner and loser.
Megan
Those who like to play chess say, “Checkmate” when they are about to win. I’d like to know when I can say that myself.
“Checkmate!” The old man said to his wife as they sat in the old rustic living room playing chess. The wife in great disbelief took one more look at the board, looked at her husband, and congratulated him proudly. It was the greatest game he ever played.
The tension built up, the room almost flooded with it. I made the final move: “Checkmate.” His white queen fell with a gentle sound as I knocked it back.
Viv
“checkmate,” she said. he looked down at his hands, folded into hers. “I wish you didn’t have to go”, he says. She starts to fade, and he begins to sob, just like he did when he was 17 and his mother died. Only this time, hes 71, and just lost the love of his life.
You could have killed me
in three hundred billion ways
but instead you
chose two–
you told me
that you loved me
and then you
took it back,
and the only thing I was
left with was
the carving you
inscribed
on my right thigh
(right underneath your name)
that said ‘checkmate.’
You could have killed me
in three billion ways
but instead you
chose two —
you told me
that you loved me
and then you
took it back
and the only thing I was
left with is
the carving you
left me with
on my right thigh
(right underneath your name)
that said checkmate.
As a kid, I worshiped Artemis Fowl. Not because he was a nice character, but because he was brilliant. I remember cursing at myself because I didn’t do well enough on a test. “Artemis wouldn’t have done that,” I’d say through clenched teeth. He reminds me of chess.
checkmate for the win,
but winning isn’t everything.
i’d rather play the game just to see how it works out
and, even better,
read how you play.
watching someone play chess says a lot about their character.
Courtney
There are no moves left. Defeat is complete. “Ha!” I say. I pick up my king and gab it into my opponents face. Blood and screams insue. I use the chess board to silence the screams and spread the red translucent beauty onto the walls.
It is amazing how we sometimes put ourselves at checkmate. We make other people responsible of what is happening to us but oftentimes we don’t realize that it is in our hands to actually change things and get out of difficult situations. It is all in our head and every problem has got a solution.
“No, no checkmate. I’m the Queen, but that’s beside the point: this is not a game. My Beauty is very real and sacred and must be gracefully touched, not grabbed. If you move slowly, you’ll seduce me; move quickly and the only thing you’ll know is an empty struggle. Adopt the pace of Nature,” said the World “her secret is patience. Do not hurry into each new day. Open your eyes in the morning as gifts and may your first exhalation be exaltation. Stop to greet my four directions and ask them about the secret one: no, not north, south, east or west but the one inside your chest; yes, on your heart’s compass. And everyday, just for a day, may your hours be roses and may their thorns protect you from the hurried hands of human time that always touch but rarely feel — and may they guard the nests in the garden that grows in you. That grow and grow until you will see an opening – a hatching. Until you hear a booming – a blooming. Until you feel a warmth – a ripening. Until the timekeeper in your hearts most accurate chamber feels the time has come to open your wings, show your flowers and share your fruits with those who skillfully reach. That is, strive to touch, not struggle to grab.”
“ No, no checkmate. I’m the Queen, but that’s beside the point: this is not a game. My Beauty is very real and sacred and must be gracefully touched, not grabbed. If you move slowly, you’ll seduce me; move quickly and the only thing you’ll know is an empty struggle. Adopt the pace of Nature,” said the World “her secret is patience. Do not hurry into each new day. Open your eyes in the morning as gifts and may your first exhalation be exaltation. Stop to greet my four directions and ask them about the secret one: no, not north, south, east or west but the one inside your chest; yes, on your heart’s compass. And everyday, just for a day, may your hours be roses and may their thorns protect you from the hurried hands of human time that always touch but rarely feel — and may they guard the nests in the garden that grows in you. That and grow and grow until you will see an opening, a hatching. Until you hear a booming, a blooming. Until you feel a warmth, a ripening. Until the timekeeper in your hearts most accurate chamber feels the time has come to open your wings, show your flowers and share your fruits with those who skillfully reach. That is, strive to touch, not struggle to grab.”
I stood on the hill In front of me lay the destiny I desired behind me roared my army
Toni
My father tried ti teach me chess, once. I guess i didn’t show much interest.
I’m sorry now, all the times we would have had together had I learned to play.
Robin
chess is a game my brother and grandfather used to play. endless afternoons spent sliding wooden, worn pieces across a checkered board. those were the days of youth, those were the days of happiness. before poisonous relationships and differing opinions.
Meg
ivory and jade pieces on a checkered board, flowing lines and time to make decisions the time to gather your
Toni
And somehow, in front of these people, I was still defending you. You left me that night, you left me to walk myself out, walk myself home. And I defended your social inabilities, I said they had to really know you. I could have punched myself. But we’re through, so it doesn’t matter anyway. You used me like a pawn, so go ahead and say it.
I was playing in cheese and sudenndly I shouted “Checkmate”.
lidia
“Checkmate” the knight said as he rode his horse across the field, blocking the king from any escape. The king sighed and knelt, awaiting what he had anticipated over the last few moves. The opposing king drew his sword and walked towards the loser. He swung. The white crown fell to the ground and the white horses fled.
checkmate. I win, and I’ve beaten you. There’s nothing like a good game of chess, is there? Which, Ironically, I’m terrible at. Checkmate. I’ve cornered you, discovered your strategy, made a move of which point you cannot do any more to win, for you have lost.
“CHECKMATE!” Marley screeched, leaping to her feet. “CHECKMATE MOTHERFUCKER! CHECKFUCKINGMATE YA NASTY TRASH!”
“I DON’T BELIEVE IT I DON’T BELIEVE IT I’M JUST IN CHECK SIT BACK DOWN IT’S JUST CHECK!” Brendan screamed back, leaping up himself to scrutinize the board more closely.
“NO SHUT THE FUCK UP I WON! HA! SUCK IT! /SUCK IT!”/
The winning move in a game of chess.
she fell into the deep pit that i had dug in the ground in front of her. She had been stupid enough to leave the treasure by the oak tree where she was standing. it was mine now. i snapped my fingers, checkmate… i hoped she broke her neck on the way down.
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When victory is at it’s sweetest. When the life and death battle before you consists of mere playthings, and when the anxious longing for adventure can be fulfilled by putting things back in their place.
The General knew that this victory would not be sweet.
I look across,
my hope lost.
Clock is ticking,
Time is flitting.
I suppose there is no hope
For someone who forgot
To place her queen in the right place…
checkmate.
Thats how u feel when u feel too closed in. Nowhere to go because the problem bothering u just wont disapear..
Between a rock and a hard place, but there is always somewhere to go. Sometimes you have to ignore the conventions and constraints of the game, and go whichever way you can – think outside the box, or off the board.
And there im finished, you finished me. Im done!
How is it possible that we have come this far, that i have let me and you come this far?
It’s my fault of course, but i still can figure out why and how…
Id love to travel back in time
I think I’ve outwitted him, but once again find myself on the losing end. “Checkmate,” he whispers softly in my ear as I am forced to acknowledge his dominance and my defeat. I lower my gaze and reply “Yes, sir”. A wicked grin appears on his face and that familiar glint flashes across his eyes.
I win! Game over. I love winning. It’s really the purpose of playing for me. That sounds terrible. It’s the truth though. I love to win. I own it. My dad said if you are average you are “the best of the worst of the worst of the best.” I have no interest in being average. I want to win – to be the best.
Checkmate is a word used in the game of chess. It signals to a player’s partner that the partner has no options but to give up and lose the game. The games is lost when the king
THIS IS THE THING YOU’D SHOUT TO A WAITER IN BRITAIN AFTER YOU’VE FINISHED YOUR MEAL OF BANGERS AND MASH.
Alabaster running in circles and having to stop for breath oh my darling haven’t I been here before? Help me know what to do, help me understand the way to glory. It’s getting darker in here and the light shines incessantly in the clear distance.
I stared at the checkered board for long minutes, my brow scrunched in concentration. I didn’t hear my opponents taunts or feel the gazes of the crowd; as far as I was concerned, it was just me and the board, just like it always was.
Suddenly, I grinned, a sinister grin, one I’ve seen replayed on the monitors many times and, as I looked up and met my opponents eyes, I knew he knew it was all over. Without taking my eyes from his, my hand moved out, wrapped around the piece in question, and moved it into position. “Check…”
The whole crowd held it’s breath.
“…mate,”
Checkmate she thought as she leaned back in the executive chair. The executive chair in the corner office. Floor to ceiling windows gave her the backdrop she said she would kill for. She hadn’t needed to go to such extremes. She just gave him the rope to hang himself and he had done the rest. She remembered the first time she’d been in this office. He’d reached across his desk, put his hand on her knee and said he’d teach her all she needed to know.
Chess is one of the oldest games known to mankind. It also makes a perfect analogy for many aspects of everyday life where there is a clear winner and loser.
Those who like to play chess say, “Checkmate” when they are about to win. I’d like to know when I can say that myself.
“Checkmate!” The old man said to his wife as they sat in the old rustic living room playing chess. The wife in great disbelief took one more look at the board, looked at her husband, and congratulated him proudly. It was the greatest game he ever played.
Back to the wall I can’t breathe brain stopped brain sizzling I can’t get out where do I go I can’t get out
The tension built up, the room almost flooded with it. I made the final move: “Checkmate.” His white queen fell with a gentle sound as I knocked it back.
“checkmate,” she said. he looked down at his hands, folded into hers. “I wish you didn’t have to go”, he says. She starts to fade, and he begins to sob, just like he did when he was 17 and his mother died. Only this time, hes 71, and just lost the love of his life.
You could have killed me
in three hundred billion ways
but instead you
chose two–
you told me
that you loved me
and then you
took it back,
and the only thing I was
left with was
the carving you
inscribed
on my right thigh
(right underneath your name)
that said ‘checkmate.’
-a.d.r.
You could have killed me
in three billion ways
but instead you
chose two —
you told me
that you loved me
and then you
took it back
and the only thing I was
left with is
the carving you
left me with
on my right thigh
(right underneath your name)
that said checkmate.
-a.d.r.
Checkerboard black and white
When do the lines blur?
Or is it always black and white,
Even when one takes over the other?
As a kid, I worshiped Artemis Fowl. Not because he was a nice character, but because he was brilliant. I remember cursing at myself because I didn’t do well enough on a test. “Artemis wouldn’t have done that,” I’d say through clenched teeth. He reminds me of chess.
CHECKMATE. What are you going to do now, huh? Guess you should’ve thought of that before you went out and did something stupid.
checkmate for the win,
but winning isn’t everything.
i’d rather play the game just to see how it works out
and, even better,
read how you play.
watching someone play chess says a lot about their character.
There are no moves left. Defeat is complete. “Ha!” I say. I pick up my king and gab it into my opponents face. Blood and screams insue. I use the chess board to silence the screams and spread the red translucent beauty onto the walls.
It is amazing how we sometimes put ourselves at checkmate. We make other people responsible of what is happening to us but oftentimes we don’t realize that it is in our hands to actually change things and get out of difficult situations. It is all in our head and every problem has got a solution.
“No, no checkmate. I’m the Queen, but that’s beside the point: this is not a game. My Beauty is very real and sacred and must be gracefully touched, not grabbed. If you move slowly, you’ll seduce me; move quickly and the only thing you’ll know is an empty struggle. Adopt the pace of Nature,” said the World “her secret is patience. Do not hurry into each new day. Open your eyes in the morning as gifts and may your first exhalation be exaltation. Stop to greet my four directions and ask them about the secret one: no, not north, south, east or west but the one inside your chest; yes, on your heart’s compass. And everyday, just for a day, may your hours be roses and may their thorns protect you from the hurried hands of human time that always touch but rarely feel — and may they guard the nests in the garden that grows in you. That grow and grow until you will see an opening – a hatching. Until you hear a booming – a blooming. Until you feel a warmth – a ripening. Until the timekeeper in your hearts most accurate chamber feels the time has come to open your wings, show your flowers and share your fruits with those who skillfully reach. That is, strive to touch, not struggle to grab.”
“ No, no checkmate. I’m the Queen, but that’s beside the point: this is not a game. My Beauty is very real and sacred and must be gracefully touched, not grabbed. If you move slowly, you’ll seduce me; move quickly and the only thing you’ll know is an empty struggle. Adopt the pace of Nature,” said the World “her secret is patience. Do not hurry into each new day. Open your eyes in the morning as gifts and may your first exhalation be exaltation. Stop to greet my four directions and ask them about the secret one: no, not north, south, east or west but the one inside your chest; yes, on your heart’s compass. And everyday, just for a day, may your hours be roses and may their thorns protect you from the hurried hands of human time that always touch but rarely feel — and may they guard the nests in the garden that grows in you. That and grow and grow until you will see an opening, a hatching. Until you hear a booming, a blooming. Until you feel a warmth, a ripening. Until the timekeeper in your hearts most accurate chamber feels the time has come to open your wings, show your flowers and share your fruits with those who skillfully reach. That is, strive to touch, not struggle to grab.”
I stood on the hill In front of me lay the destiny I desired behind me roared my army
My father tried ti teach me chess, once. I guess i didn’t show much interest.
I’m sorry now, all the times we would have had together had I learned to play.
chess is a game my brother and grandfather used to play. endless afternoons spent sliding wooden, worn pieces across a checkered board. those were the days of youth, those were the days of happiness. before poisonous relationships and differing opinions.
ivory and jade pieces on a checkered board, flowing lines and time to make decisions the time to gather your
And somehow, in front of these people, I was still defending you. You left me that night, you left me to walk myself out, walk myself home. And I defended your social inabilities, I said they had to really know you. I could have punched myself. But we’re through, so it doesn’t matter anyway. You used me like a pawn, so go ahead and say it.
Checkmate.
I was playing in cheese and sudenndly I shouted “Checkmate”.
“Checkmate” the knight said as he rode his horse across the field, blocking the king from any escape. The king sighed and knelt, awaiting what he had anticipated over the last few moves. The opposing king drew his sword and walked towards the loser. He swung. The white crown fell to the ground and the white horses fled.