Checkmate! I bet you thought I couldn’t play chess, but I guess I am proving you wrong over and over again. Now that I’ve beaten you three times in a row, with a fourth win on the horizon, perhaps I have earned your chess respect. Who is the smartypants now?
Carol Bailey Floyd
This is the end. There are no other options. You’re stuck and there’s no way out. You’re doomed. The truth sinks in. You wait for the inevitable.
It wasn’t fair. You knew all along, just the right moves to make, when and where and how, and I was yours. Checkmate. I couldn’t move. Time stopped. All yours, and nowhere to go. It was done. My life was changed forever. And then you left.
Karen
Checkmate. You say it when you play chess, right? I am not too familiar with that game, but I remember my dad used to try to teach me as a kid. Like a small kid, maybe 4 or 5 years old. He always believed i would become this legendary child that knew everything. Man, was I a disappointment.
checkmante, mate. check it mate, not check, checkmate. Meatshake, shake that meat, meet the meetshaker, the shitmaker, checkmate!
jirafa
“mwahahahahahaha!!!!” the dragon said. “Now. I’ve got you right where I want you!!!!” His eyes were burning flames and his ears turned red. Reminded me of a radish. He screamed “CHECKMATE!!!!!” I told him he should go in a salad.
It was a game between us. We each took our moves, each backed by unbeliveable amounts of stragety.
I thought I was winning. I thought I was going to get it all. I thought I
“Checkmate,” he said, smiling.
Fuck.
This back and forth banter. It’s too much. Too cute. I was never one for flirting. Your pieces skirting across the board, back and forth. This game has been going on for far too long. I’ll just tell you how I feel instead. Checkmate.
He moved over towards the door, but I got there first. He stared at me, rage in his eyes, but he knew he had lost! It was Checkmate, he had nowhere to run! Despite his efforts to escape the ordeal, he always enjoys his bath.
tonykeyesjapan
For what seemed like the thousandth time, Roy checkmated Shane. Shane couldn’t make sense of it. She had calculated every move perfectly, down to the very last pawn. Every strategy, every technique, boiled and bubbled and brought to one big, frothy formula – worth nothing after Roy’s deft stroke of deliverance.
Shane looked at the board and clicked her tongue.
“You’re a little bitch, McTannie,” she scowled.
Belinda Roddie
I didn’t know what was about to happen. I was trying to look into the future, trying to figure out what to do next. But I had no clue that you already won. You had my heart and I had already fallen for you. Before I even knew it, checkmate. You had me then and ever since.
checkmate john said as he pointed his gun at greg. he chuckled to himself at the irony, they had alway play chess together and greg had always won and now it was he who had the upper hand.
Casey
Victory, but at what cost? To surrender looking for an interesting job for fear of never working again or continuing to search for that one perfect thing but with less money? Something will be sacrificed.
Stuck and blind in a checkered game
of complicated strategies
Cornered and trapped in this mindless square
of insecurities and dulled wishes
here I am to surrender
pay attention as I knock down my king
and relinquish everything
This is the end of the game. You got me. I got you? Probably you win. You always do. Checkmate. The game is over, the playing like I love you and am ok with the way you treat me. Checkmate. The diet of secrets is done and fantasizing about the pawns (queens?) I can’t have is over.
He stopped talking to me, as if it had no effect on him. It was just a simple checkmate. No thoughts, questions, if-ans or buts. That was it, and we were to start a new game with new people, new pieces. For the two of us had finished after many complicated rounds.
cdriz
He looked across the table, sprouting a tooth pick from inside his mouth. His partner across from him was clearly an indecisive one. He sat as rigidly and up tight as his personality, compared to the toothpick man. He sat slouched moving his kings and queens with nonchalantness and ease. He moved the toothpick out of the way so he could speak to his partner. Checkmate.
Schwab
queen and knight
and king
all pawns upon life’s giant squared playing field
each moving in prescribed manner
until
checkmate
no more moves
game over
Nia Ceridwyn
Checkmate.
There was no where for me to go but down, but even if I went down I’d simply be caught there instead. She’d caught me in the perfect lie, where the only clues were the web browser I’d left open on her phone, the note I slipped into her locker, the dozen people I told about what I was doing, and when I went up to her and said, “I’m sleeping with your boyfriend.”
Adam
“Checkmate!” He says and turns the table so all my pieces fall. I loved his humor and sense of passion he had. I just wish he acted more reasonable this time. This time I wasn’t ready for what happened. “Good game!” He shakes my hand and I can’t help but smile widely at the feel of his hand.
“Checkmate!” I crow happily.
My dad taught me to play chess. He was awesome at it, while I usually fail miserably. But I have learned a lot in the last month, kings, queens, pawns, knights, checkmates, all about chess. In the beginning, I was no match for my dad. Now, I’m real competition.
As I victoriously gather my pieces, I only think one thing. ‘I love chess now, all because of my dad.’
Amy Green
I stared across the empty battlefield, broken steel dangling in my numb, blood soaked hand. I could feel the blades of grass dancing under my feet, and the wind blowing through my whiskers.
Soldiers lined my sight on every side, I was outnumbered, and out flanked.
Checkmate.
My sword hit the ground with the thud of defeat.
Max Ryder
“Checkmate!” I shouted at my chess partner, who grinned at me.
“You’re finally going to win a match,” he laughed, moving his pieces in defeat.
He had been teaching me for months and I could never beat him, but now I knew I could be competition.
check that mate, chess. games, mind games, board games, rushing around. head space. take it up, take it all. have it. take my last peice, it is yours. let’s play one last time. check your hair, check the mirror, drive. take a friend, take your sanity. take whatever is left. take my hand.
it is searching for you, nature, the wind. Elements of beauty. Checkmate. This is it. This is everything you ever hoped for.
jess keen
Thomas eyed his opponent. His hand shook under the table. He studied the board and hesitated before he moved his bishop. He knew it would be his last move.
Knowing how to play chess, I think, would make me more confident. As would any other of the skills I sometimes daydream about having; to be able to read sheet music (and apply it to the piano), skateboarding, being able to lift my leg over my head, to generally be capable of any kind of hard work.
The air in the room seemed suffocating. There were too many people, too many voices, too much laughter, too much socializing. I had to get out of there.
My boyfriend ruined the new shirt I bought him for his birthday. I wanted to be mad at him but I found that I couldn’t. His apology, though half-hearted, was accompanied by his signature, sweet smile. And in his drunkenness, his eyes glistened and the normally pale blue became a striking, vibrant blue. Even in my sober state, his allure was unconquerable. I felt myself staring at his lips, his strong, pale shoulders, his arms, his dark, cropped hair.
Henry groans as he, once again, loses a game to his daughter. He hands her a handful of coins from his pocket, and she skips off to buy herself some victory sweets. Henry smiles.
Checkmate. I don’t know how to do that. I can come close to it, but never completing it. That’s the story of my life. Never finishing anything.
Rach
I don’t know how to do that. I can make kinda hard situations, and check, but completely finishing is hard. I don’t know how to close things. To be finished. Finite situations.
Rach
“Checkmate” he said, finishing the game. I sighed, he was never one to let me win. Maybe that was why our friendship flourished. We never underestimated eachother. But perhaps it would be the death of us too.
Catherine
who plays chess anyways?
i will once i’m an old man
in a park,
with no worries, yet full
of strategies.
Today i have no tact,
but tomorrow I’ll learn chess (lie).
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Checkmate. You want me to do what? I don’t want you to do anything. Just checkmate. Checkmate? Checkmate. Alright. I love you. I love you too.
It’s still checkmate.
Lena
chess does not work well
“a final defeat or deadlock”
there is no such thing as “a final defeat” in life
there will always be constant battles than will never be won
and will never be lost
Katherine
He saw the strategy clicking into place, just as he had known it would from the beginning. His opponent realized what was happening and he watched the minute expression of disappointment cross her face. He reached for the final piece and uttered the word aloud – checkmate.
Holly
It was a political move, she kept telling herself. Purely political. Which didn’t make her feel any better, if she was being completely honest with herself. Queens must make sacrifices. Heck, queens must be sacrificed sometimes, though in this case it was the queen working the move.
The mantra did not take the sting out of the sacrifice. Winning felt suspiciously like losing.
“Checkmate.”
He doesn’t even blink. He just accepts it. Sometimes I can hardly stand it- he’s so mundane it makes my heart hurt.
“Do you want to play again?” He asks, only for the sake of making conversation.
“No.”
I though I could help him. I thought I could change his life, really make him appreciate life.
But changing someone’s life is harder than I thought.
You can be as inspirational as you want, but none of it helps if the person does not know how to be inspired.
And that, that is incredibly difficult to teach.
Checkmate! I bet you thought I couldn’t play chess, but I guess I am proving you wrong over and over again. Now that I’ve beaten you three times in a row, with a fourth win on the horizon, perhaps I have earned your chess respect. Who is the smartypants now?
This is the end. There are no other options. You’re stuck and there’s no way out. You’re doomed. The truth sinks in. You wait for the inevitable.
It wasn’t fair. You knew all along, just the right moves to make, when and where and how, and I was yours. Checkmate. I couldn’t move. Time stopped. All yours, and nowhere to go. It was done. My life was changed forever. And then you left.
Checkmate. You say it when you play chess, right? I am not too familiar with that game, but I remember my dad used to try to teach me as a kid. Like a small kid, maybe 4 or 5 years old. He always believed i would become this legendary child that knew everything. Man, was I a disappointment.
checkmante, mate. check it mate, not check, checkmate. Meatshake, shake that meat, meet the meetshaker, the shitmaker, checkmate!
“mwahahahahahaha!!!!” the dragon said. “Now. I’ve got you right where I want you!!!!” His eyes were burning flames and his ears turned red. Reminded me of a radish. He screamed “CHECKMATE!!!!!” I told him he should go in a salad.
“Checkmate,” I smirked, crossing my arms and grinning like a cat with a few canary feathers still on her lips.
“Check,” he corrected.
I had forgotten about his bishop.
It was a game between us. We each took our moves, each backed by unbeliveable amounts of stragety.
I thought I was winning. I thought I was going to get it all. I thought I
“Checkmate,” he said, smiling.
Fuck.
This back and forth banter. It’s too much. Too cute. I was never one for flirting. Your pieces skirting across the board, back and forth. This game has been going on for far too long. I’ll just tell you how I feel instead. Checkmate.
He moved over towards the door, but I got there first. He stared at me, rage in his eyes, but he knew he had lost! It was Checkmate, he had nowhere to run! Despite his efforts to escape the ordeal, he always enjoys his bath.
For what seemed like the thousandth time, Roy checkmated Shane. Shane couldn’t make sense of it. She had calculated every move perfectly, down to the very last pawn. Every strategy, every technique, boiled and bubbled and brought to one big, frothy formula – worth nothing after Roy’s deft stroke of deliverance.
Shane looked at the board and clicked her tongue.
“You’re a little bitch, McTannie,” she scowled.
I didn’t know what was about to happen. I was trying to look into the future, trying to figure out what to do next. But I had no clue that you already won. You had my heart and I had already fallen for you. Before I even knew it, checkmate. You had me then and ever since.
checkmate john said as he pointed his gun at greg. he chuckled to himself at the irony, they had alway play chess together and greg had always won and now it was he who had the upper hand.
Victory, but at what cost? To surrender looking for an interesting job for fear of never working again or continuing to search for that one perfect thing but with less money? Something will be sacrificed.
Stuck and blind in a checkered game
of complicated strategies
Cornered and trapped in this mindless square
of insecurities and dulled wishes
here I am to surrender
pay attention as I knock down my king
and relinquish everything
This is the end of the game. You got me. I got you? Probably you win. You always do. Checkmate. The game is over, the playing like I love you and am ok with the way you treat me. Checkmate. The diet of secrets is done and fantasizing about the pawns (queens?) I can’t have is over.
He stopped talking to me, as if it had no effect on him. It was just a simple checkmate. No thoughts, questions, if-ans or buts. That was it, and we were to start a new game with new people, new pieces. For the two of us had finished after many complicated rounds.
He looked across the table, sprouting a tooth pick from inside his mouth. His partner across from him was clearly an indecisive one. He sat as rigidly and up tight as his personality, compared to the toothpick man. He sat slouched moving his kings and queens with nonchalantness and ease. He moved the toothpick out of the way so he could speak to his partner. Checkmate.
queen and knight
and king
all pawns upon life’s giant squared playing field
each moving in prescribed manner
until
checkmate
no more moves
game over
Checkmate.
There was no where for me to go but down, but even if I went down I’d simply be caught there instead. She’d caught me in the perfect lie, where the only clues were the web browser I’d left open on her phone, the note I slipped into her locker, the dozen people I told about what I was doing, and when I went up to her and said, “I’m sleeping with your boyfriend.”
“Checkmate!” He says and turns the table so all my pieces fall. I loved his humor and sense of passion he had. I just wish he acted more reasonable this time. This time I wasn’t ready for what happened. “Good game!” He shakes my hand and I can’t help but smile widely at the feel of his hand.
“Checkmate!” I crow happily.
My dad taught me to play chess. He was awesome at it, while I usually fail miserably. But I have learned a lot in the last month, kings, queens, pawns, knights, checkmates, all about chess. In the beginning, I was no match for my dad. Now, I’m real competition.
As I victoriously gather my pieces, I only think one thing. ‘I love chess now, all because of my dad.’
I stared across the empty battlefield, broken steel dangling in my numb, blood soaked hand. I could feel the blades of grass dancing under my feet, and the wind blowing through my whiskers.
Soldiers lined my sight on every side, I was outnumbered, and out flanked.
Checkmate.
My sword hit the ground with the thud of defeat.
“Checkmate!” I shouted at my chess partner, who grinned at me.
“You’re finally going to win a match,” he laughed, moving his pieces in defeat.
He had been teaching me for months and I could never beat him, but now I knew I could be competition.
check that mate, chess. games, mind games, board games, rushing around. head space. take it up, take it all. have it. take my last peice, it is yours. let’s play one last time. check your hair, check the mirror, drive. take a friend, take your sanity. take whatever is left. take my hand.
it is searching for you, nature, the wind. Elements of beauty. Checkmate. This is it. This is everything you ever hoped for.
Thomas eyed his opponent. His hand shook under the table. He studied the board and hesitated before he moved his bishop. He knew it would be his last move.
The best part about strategy is metagaming. Getting into the other guy’s head and thinking on the next level is so intense.
Knowing how to play chess, I think, would make me more confident. As would any other of the skills I sometimes daydream about having; to be able to read sheet music (and apply it to the piano), skateboarding, being able to lift my leg over my head, to generally be capable of any kind of hard work.
The air in the room seemed suffocating. There were too many people, too many voices, too much laughter, too much socializing. I had to get out of there.
My boyfriend ruined the new shirt I bought him for his birthday. I wanted to be mad at him but I found that I couldn’t. His apology, though half-hearted, was accompanied by his signature, sweet smile. And in his drunkenness, his eyes glistened and the normally pale blue became a striking, vibrant blue. Even in my sober state, his allure was unconquerable. I felt myself staring at his lips, his strong, pale shoulders, his arms, his dark, cropped hair.
“Checkmate.”
Henry groans as he, once again, loses a game to his daughter. He hands her a handful of coins from his pocket, and she skips off to buy herself some victory sweets. Henry smiles.
Checkmate. I don’t know how to do that. I can come close to it, but never completing it. That’s the story of my life. Never finishing anything.
I don’t know how to do that. I can make kinda hard situations, and check, but completely finishing is hard. I don’t know how to close things. To be finished. Finite situations.
“Checkmate” he said, finishing the game. I sighed, he was never one to let me win. Maybe that was why our friendship flourished. We never underestimated eachother. But perhaps it would be the death of us too.
who plays chess anyways?
i will once i’m an old man
in a park,
with no worries, yet full
of strategies.
Today i have no tact,
but tomorrow I’ll learn chess (lie).
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Checkmate. You want me to do what? I don’t want you to do anything. Just checkmate. Checkmate? Checkmate. Alright. I love you. I love you too.
It’s still checkmate.
chess does not work well
“a final defeat or deadlock”
there is no such thing as “a final defeat” in life
there will always be constant battles than will never be won
and will never be lost
He saw the strategy clicking into place, just as he had known it would from the beginning. His opponent realized what was happening and he watched the minute expression of disappointment cross her face. He reached for the final piece and uttered the word aloud – checkmate.
It was a political move, she kept telling herself. Purely political. Which didn’t make her feel any better, if she was being completely honest with herself. Queens must make sacrifices. Heck, queens must be sacrificed sometimes, though in this case it was the queen working the move.
The mantra did not take the sting out of the sacrifice. Winning felt suspiciously like losing.
“Checkmate.”
He doesn’t even blink. He just accepts it. Sometimes I can hardly stand it- he’s so mundane it makes my heart hurt.
“Do you want to play again?” He asks, only for the sake of making conversation.
“No.”
I though I could help him. I thought I could change his life, really make him appreciate life.
But changing someone’s life is harder than I thought.
You can be as inspirational as you want, but none of it helps if the person does not know how to be inspired.
And that, that is incredibly difficult to teach.