Night of the Chalk/Mice

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait of courage and motivations, invaders and chess-cookies, for wrought Earthling vanities, simplified jardinieres.

A world darkness tale.

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When I was younger, I witnessed my father's dangerous alcoholism, afraid to bring any friends home to visit or play. This would fuel my psyche-motive to make my own adult vigilante unit in troubled Eastern Europe for self-made justice and zeal when Halloween season approached (Facebook-like!).

The world was dark, and I found a special damsel in the area of Crimea and would write to my mother about discovery of romance were she still on Earth. Sure, the world was dark and required special bound-Rationalism to find Heaven in seasons of Hell, like the Coronavirus and Russo-Ukrainian War (damn). I felt like a priest (Selfie-like!).

The world became darker, however. A legion of gargoyles, perhaps Martians, disguised as humans, sometimes ghouls and monsters, prowled the streets of Eastern Europe that Halloween season, making Earth matter worse and dumping more paranoia than tolerable (damn). The legion demanded some Earth hero-fellow step-forward to make a special and precise chess-stalemate game with their invader-monarch leader of darkness. Such perfection, they insisted was required for them to consent to a rescinding retreat, perhaps to the Earth's deep-ocean abyss for distant/private/peaceful/tolerable human realm critiques (wow). I accomplished the deed, as I taught myself how to play chess while hiding in my bedroom as a boy in my boyhood Earthling home (Facebook-like!).