The Chess Game.

The oldest of conversations and the most new.

"Ah, my old friend, it comes to the last piece again.” the room, dark as always felt bare as in time everything did. The hole of sanction leaps forth from time and space to guide the hands that move wooden figures around the chess board. They stare at each other, a father searching for a glimpse of love in his son's eyes. There is nothing, nothing but the pit that housed his fear and contempt, all he held dear was gone, lost forever in a time confused by the very ones he created. This dear sweet boy, deformed by the minds and thoughts of those that kept him alive, for no reason but to haunt them.

 

 

"Why, why must I fight for this one piece? Of all things I can grant you, my riches are known only to the powerful and all could be yours and yet you dwell here and want the one thing I can never give you. You yourself have a home, a land, and one I might add that you use as a prison for those willing to enter, why?”

 

 

This child, defiant as always remained silent and merely looked into the eyes of his maker. One final piece, the last piece that always ended their game. A tiny orb of blue, nothing, full of wonder but tiny to ones such as these. He wanted it for his own, this ungrateful son, always looking for ways to outsmart his father, to trick the mind that honours truth above all else.

 

 

"Tell me, tell me now, you never move those lips to utter words to me, for once, use that wicked tongue of yours!"

 

 

He moved, calling another draw, he looked at his father and spoke softly, "Yes, my dear maker, you can grant me everything I desire except the one thing I want and need, what is it they call you again, father, oh yes, the earth calls you God".

 

 

"That is ones doing Lucifer, you turned their prayers to me and I will answer them, go back until we play again, and go back to hell"

Author's Note

The eternal game.

Reviews

[VennelaMargame]

I'm reminded of what Chekov (I believe) said about a story. You need two characters, male and female (meaning opposites) and an ashtray for them to talk over. I suppose this is quite the ashtray then, ha ha!

It's rather an old Testament oriented view of the situation, but I like that. Even though I'm an atheist, the Bible is full of wonderful and intriguing stories, and is a source of endless inspiration for philosophical writing. Nice little story.

My criticism is that it's a little heavy-handed in setting up the conflict towards the beginning, with the "nothing, nothing...etc."

Best wishes, friend.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[*[_Natasha_]*]

your work never disappoints my friend. another excellent write :)

[Lane-roe]

Love the ending. A very strong piece of writing-great job :)

[∂αʌ<..]

a great ending to this excellent story!
in addition, a great chess game!

[Coyote Poetry]

Chess is a great game. I had a lot of free time when I was station in California. I carry a chess board everywhere. Always found someone for a game and some conversation. I like this poem. Some conversation leave us more empty then when we started. A very strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[roy mccarthy]

great story,
dark and edgy,
adds a twist to a game of chess!

[brenda]

dan love the story and the way how it all worked out ! yep itdefinetly captures the game of chess ! brilliant story !:)

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Quite a game of chess........excellent!

[IceDragonOfPluto]

Really good imagery, here. I also love the turmoil in the characters. The last paragraph reminds me of Paradise Lost.