She was his pawn, wasn’t she? Just a mere chess piece in his mastermind games and battles, in this war that he waged. But she was his Q-1 too, was she not? Who is she supposed to be to him?
ali
The chess game was almost over, only a few peices left. the pawn took its move. The king saw him and everyone knew what was to come next. The king took his chair out from under him and BAM the pawn was down.
Karlee Tobin
What would I give for peace and contentment? I have already pawned my soul, and for what? The promise of a better day?
I knew I was a pawn in his game, but I didn’t want to play. How does one escape a game in which you know the rules, but you can’t decide for yourself? How do you make a plan, when you’re not in charge? Answer: Stop the action.
Even pawns have their uses. I discovered that when my pawn had our target in her crosshairs. I told her to take the shot. She did. I saw the bullet rip through flesh and bone and our target drop to the floor. And that’s when I left her, standing there with a smoking gun to take the fall.
Doug McIntire
one of the chessmen which is the sldier to the king on the board; put something as surety for taking a loan.
I was only meant to be his pawn. Usable, disposable, a tool to get to the dream.
But not anymore. I was breaking free, and taking more than freedom with me.
Check-mate.
You’re just a pawn in her life. I can’t believe what he’s done to you. You trusted me, and after everything we’ve gone through, I left you as well. It makes me feel like absolute shit. I’m sorry.
Taylor
I needed the money. That was it. But I didn’t want to give him away, either. So I did the best thing I could do, the one thing that everyone in my village had done.
I pawned my brother.
He wasn’t enough to cover half of what I needed, but it was a start. The kid was thin as a last breath.
K.
its about time i found a pawn . let alone the king and queen the game is onhim and hr is winning.
jorge leao
we are all merely pawn’s in the game of life.
we are players meant to play out our lives, believing that we have control over the direction of our lives. however, do we really?
Laura
He moves his pawn to the right, to block what had the potential to be a crippling blow. The pawn takes the full force of the impact, and collapses with a hole in his gut. He watches as the pawn struggles for life, even now, because even a pawn has no wish to die. It wasn’t his choice, to move to the right, but that’s what being a pawn is all about.
“Pawn to Queen 4,” Patricia announced gleefully as she moved the small black piece across the board. “Check mate, grandpa!” “Well, well, let’s see now,” Mel Stoddard ran his hand across his wizened face as he surveyed the board. He smiled with pride at his granddaughter. “You know? I think you might be right. Nice job, kid.”
We’re all just pawns in the game.. moved, manipulated, rotated at the whims of malevolent overlords.. How do you escape? Death
Madaline
I pawned the necklace knowing I would never see it again. The memory too painful to recall. As I left the shop I started crying. Terribly. I made my way back home and lied down.
Joey Calderone
She pawned the clothes that night, to gain some extra cash, to extend her means of life longer than expected, despite her best efforts. The tragedy, is not dying.
Monica
I gripped the table. My hand hurt. I couldn’t believe I was just a pawn, just a pawn to her!
I thought we were friends! I thought I knew her!
Never mind. Funny thing about pawns; if they go far enough, they can turn into queens.
rhonda told me she had to pawn her wedding ring and i was like whaaat??? and then she started crying and things got hell of awkward
natalee holloway
a chess piece. it is most of the time useless unless someone really smart knows what they are doing. it can also be a person that is used in a scheme.
Jordan Pulaski
One day during a chess game a pawn rebelled. He said I can’t move just one square, I want to be queen. No, they replied, this game has rules. Ok, he though, I will wait for the queen to die and then I wll reach the other side of the chess board and will be queen and that he thought was called free will, only the chessman wasn’t so good at the game, so the pawn had to wait a very long time to get his wish…
Just a pawn in your lit tle game, eas ily dis pens able. You think that you can use me until you have had your fill? Well you’re wrong; I’m not a pawn, I am the queen.
Just a pawn in your little game, easily dispensable. You think that you can use me until you have had your fill? Well you’re wrong; I’m not a pawn, I am the queen.
Taryn
so you need pawns in chess, which is based on war, its a war game…yeah… and armies and government positions need pawns, without the citizens, there is no king…pawns are like puppets…. they’re so beautifully made in the chess game.
jojo
“Checkmate.”
I hate the smile on his face when he flicks the pawn toward me. Seriously. A pawn. How the hell do you beat someone in chess with three pawns? I groan and succumb to defeat. Again.
I swear to God, this guy must be reading my mind to win so many times in a row.
I was her’s. only that. one to push around. I know better that to always fool it, follow it. suck it in, she’s always blowing. the relationship is done. I don’t want it. to.. be… over. I love her. I love here. i am over the situation. I see the colored squares below. I’m over it. I’ll move on. should I re..it? it’ll come back not matter what. I lived through it. @#$!
garz
The chess set was old and dusty. It hadn’t been played for years. I sat there and looked at the faded wood set, it was missing a pawn.
Lindsay
Im just filling the space for her thats all, doing all the things she planned for me, even though she gives the illusion of control. She wants me to live life like her so we can be bff but it’s so different and I can’t do anything about how different we are even though we’re the same blood.
Natasha
She’d never been anything but a pawn, that’s what she thought as she felt herself half-walking half-floating across the ground towards the tall man in front of her. He held out the gun straight from his chest, so that it pointed towards and even with her head. She put up her hands in surrender, even though she could already see the bullet coming for her face. Nothing but a pawn.
His hood was drawn up and over his brown hair so all that was visible in the shadow of his face was the slight upturn to his red lips. The lump of his cellphone sat in his jacket pocket, heavy and ominous as he waited for his next order.
Ivy
He was a simple pawn, placed in the front of the army to die with a cruel sense of honor. He had to defend his king; surely his life would be wasted away, and he would be remembered as nothing more than a pawn…
After all, the game of chess has a lot to do with sacrifice.
Arturo
he was sitting in a cafe, watching people. watching the way they crossed the street, watching them in their dirty clothes. they were usually carrying something, usually electronic, or a family heirloom kinda looking thing. their furtive eyes darting here and there as they scuttled into the darkness of the pawn shop.
Pawns,
given up first,
sacrificed for the team,
the “one for all” type theology.
Walking into a black window
at night,
after having a few beers
and playing a few video games,
drinking alone.
Always alone.
And thinking what your life would be like
if you had that snazzy tie
with blue stripes,
or looked like you were somebody.
If people mistook you
for a nice, generous,
endearing man
because you wore a suit
instead of a
jump suit.
If you had a briefcase
instead of a 6-pack,
and excersiced
instead of just
kicking back.
And you lived
with meaning,
with hope of a wife
and a family
and a good job
and a house
full of laughs
and giggles
and sighs
and shouts.
Full of anything really.
a shop where you give things that you do not need any more for the exchange of money so other people that may need it can buy it for a cheaper price because it is used.
shop where you give stuff you dont use or need any more so other people that might need it can buy it for a cheaper price that you did because it was used.
michaelet
The weakest piece in chess, so many little peasants lined up to defend whom they know are the more important, more powerful.♙♟
She was his pawn, wasn’t she? Just a mere chess piece in his mastermind games and battles, in this war that he waged. But she was his Q-1 too, was she not? Who is she supposed to be to him?
The chess game was almost over, only a few peices left. the pawn took its move. The king saw him and everyone knew what was to come next. The king took his chair out from under him and BAM the pawn was down.
What would I give for peace and contentment? I have already pawned my soul, and for what? The promise of a better day?
I knew I was a pawn in his game, but I didn’t want to play. How does one escape a game in which you know the rules, but you can’t decide for yourself? How do you make a plan, when you’re not in charge? Answer: Stop the action.
Even pawns have their uses. I discovered that when my pawn had our target in her crosshairs. I told her to take the shot. She did. I saw the bullet rip through flesh and bone and our target drop to the floor. And that’s when I left her, standing there with a smoking gun to take the fall.
one of the chessmen which is the sldier to the king on the board; put something as surety for taking a loan.
I was only meant to be his pawn. Usable, disposable, a tool to get to the dream.
But not anymore. I was breaking free, and taking more than freedom with me.
Check-mate.
You’re just a pawn in her life. I can’t believe what he’s done to you. You trusted me, and after everything we’ve gone through, I left you as well. It makes me feel like absolute shit. I’m sorry.
I needed the money. That was it. But I didn’t want to give him away, either. So I did the best thing I could do, the one thing that everyone in my village had done.
I pawned my brother.
He wasn’t enough to cover half of what I needed, but it was a start. The kid was thin as a last breath.
its about time i found a pawn . let alone the king and queen the game is onhim and hr is winning.
we are all merely pawn’s in the game of life.
we are players meant to play out our lives, believing that we have control over the direction of our lives. however, do we really?
He moves his pawn to the right, to block what had the potential to be a crippling blow. The pawn takes the full force of the impact, and collapses with a hole in his gut. He watches as the pawn struggles for life, even now, because even a pawn has no wish to die. It wasn’t his choice, to move to the right, but that’s what being a pawn is all about.
I wasn’t just a pawn in her games, I was the reason the game was played, the catalyst…
pale pink fingers
eating crackles
“Pawn to Queen 4,” Patricia announced gleefully as she moved the small black piece across the board. “Check mate, grandpa!” “Well, well, let’s see now,” Mel Stoddard ran his hand across his wizened face as he surveyed the board. He smiled with pride at his granddaughter. “You know? I think you might be right. Nice job, kid.”
We’re all just pawns in the game.. moved, manipulated, rotated at the whims of malevolent overlords.. How do you escape? Death
I pawned the necklace knowing I would never see it again. The memory too painful to recall. As I left the shop I started crying. Terribly. I made my way back home and lied down.
She pawned the clothes that night, to gain some extra cash, to extend her means of life longer than expected, despite her best efforts. The tragedy, is not dying.
I gripped the table. My hand hurt. I couldn’t believe I was just a pawn, just a pawn to her!
I thought we were friends! I thought I knew her!
Never mind. Funny thing about pawns; if they go far enough, they can turn into queens.
rhonda told me she had to pawn her wedding ring and i was like whaaat??? and then she started crying and things got hell of awkward
a chess piece. it is most of the time useless unless someone really smart knows what they are doing. it can also be a person that is used in a scheme.
One day during a chess game a pawn rebelled. He said I can’t move just one square, I want to be queen. No, they replied, this game has rules. Ok, he though, I will wait for the queen to die and then I wll reach the other side of the chess board and will be queen and that he thought was called free will, only the chessman wasn’t so good at the game, so the pawn had to wait a very long time to get his wish…
Just a pawn in your lit tle game, eas ily dis pens able. You think that you can use me until you have had your fill? Well you’re wrong; I’m not a pawn, I am the queen.
Just a pawn in your little game, easily dispensable. You think that you can use me until you have had your fill? Well you’re wrong; I’m not a pawn, I am the queen.
so you need pawns in chess, which is based on war, its a war game…yeah… and armies and government positions need pawns, without the citizens, there is no king…pawns are like puppets…. they’re so beautifully made in the chess game.
“Checkmate.”
I hate the smile on his face when he flicks the pawn toward me. Seriously. A pawn. How the hell do you beat someone in chess with three pawns? I groan and succumb to defeat. Again.
I swear to God, this guy must be reading my mind to win so many times in a row.
“No, I’m not.”
…Well, then.
To sacrifice a pawn.
Could that ever be right?
Do we have the right to decide who should live and who shouldn’t?
Who decides who’s got the power?
Don’t you sometimes feel like a pawn in a chess game? Dispensable…
I refuse to be a pawn at the hands of fate. I write my own destiny.
I was her’s. only that. one to push around. I know better that to always fool it, follow it. suck it in, she’s always blowing. the relationship is done. I don’t want it. to.. be… over. I love her. I love here. i am over the situation. I see the colored squares below. I’m over it. I’ll move on. should I re..it? it’ll come back not matter what. I lived through it. @#$!
The chess set was old and dusty. It hadn’t been played for years. I sat there and looked at the faded wood set, it was missing a pawn.
Im just filling the space for her thats all, doing all the things she planned for me, even though she gives the illusion of control. She wants me to live life like her so we can be bff but it’s so different and I can’t do anything about how different we are even though we’re the same blood.
She’d never been anything but a pawn, that’s what she thought as she felt herself half-walking half-floating across the ground towards the tall man in front of her. He held out the gun straight from his chest, so that it pointed towards and even with her head. She put up her hands in surrender, even though she could already see the bullet coming for her face. Nothing but a pawn.
His hood was drawn up and over his brown hair so all that was visible in the shadow of his face was the slight upturn to his red lips. The lump of his cellphone sat in his jacket pocket, heavy and ominous as he waited for his next order.
He was a simple pawn, placed in the front of the army to die with a cruel sense of honor. He had to defend his king; surely his life would be wasted away, and he would be remembered as nothing more than a pawn…
After all, the game of chess has a lot to do with sacrifice.
he was sitting in a cafe, watching people. watching the way they crossed the street, watching them in their dirty clothes. they were usually carrying something, usually electronic, or a family heirloom kinda looking thing. their furtive eyes darting here and there as they scuttled into the darkness of the pawn shop.
Pawns,
given up first,
sacrificed for the team,
the “one for all” type theology.
Walking into a black window
at night,
after having a few beers
and playing a few video games,
drinking alone.
Always alone.
And thinking what your life would be like
if you had that snazzy tie
with blue stripes,
or looked like you were somebody.
If people mistook you
for a nice, generous,
endearing man
because you wore a suit
instead of a
jump suit.
If you had a briefcase
instead of a 6-pack,
and excersiced
instead of just
kicking back.
And you lived
with meaning,
with hope of a wife
and a family
and a good job
and a house
full of laughs
and giggles
and sighs
and shouts.
Full of anything really.
But someone
has to be the pawn.
a shop where you give things that you do not need any more for the exchange of money so other people that may need it can buy it for a cheaper price because it is used.
shop where you give stuff you dont use or need any more so other people that might need it can buy it for a cheaper price that you did because it was used.
The weakest piece in chess, so many little peasants lined up to defend whom they know are the more important, more powerful.♙♟