A tale of chess—and losing oneself—by Veeshan (Author's Note: This has NEVER happened to me before. I sure wish it would, though!) LAS VEGAS, NEVADA. As I squinted against the harshly-crystalline blue sky of a winter morning, I reflected that they didn't call this place "Sin City" for nothing. Technically, I wasn't supposed to be here. I didn't really have...
Last thanksgiving my wife and I spent the holiday with her family. My father-in-law is an accountant and a very proud chess player. He regularly challenges anybody at the house and takes pleasure in reminding us all he has placed in some tournaments and has been undefeated at family gatherings for years. I have always avoided playing him to the point where e...
Note: The idea of this story is not originally mine. One of my readers, who wants to be identified only as "The Knight" sent me this idea, asking me to write it. It seemed interesting, but I don't know chess too well. So I replied, saying I would write the rest of the story if he could fill in the chess parts. We worked on it back and forth for a couple of w...
Chapter 4 - Postgame Analysis Note: There is almost no sex in this part. This is just an epilogue for those who like to know what happened next. And bit of backstory. If you are interested in just sex, skip this. The next morning when I opened the door for Ratna, neither of us could look the other in the eyes. She rushed to the kitchen to do her work and I...
Jon Chess returned to Dalaran, heading for Phredaria's residence, carrying a satchel over his shoulder. Phredaria, he knew, was probably teaching classes today, but he wasn't here to see his best friend and forensics mage. He was here to see his client. Chess mumbled the pass-phrase Phred had made him memorize when he reached the front door. Chess had objec...
Jon Chess returned to Dalaran, heading for Phredaria's residence, carrying a satchel over his shoulder. Phredaria, he knew, was probably teaching classes today, but he wasn't here to see his best friend and forensics mage. He was here to see his client. Chess mumbled the pass-phrase Phred had made him memorize when he reached the front door. Chess had objec...
Jon Chess lay in the bed, under the expensive mageweave linens, his naked body kept quite warm by the insulator properties of the mageweave and by the form of the Ren'dorei mage curled up in his embrace. He smiled tenderly down at his lover, her face obscured by the cloud of dark gray hair surrounding her features; although he had not been able to sleep hims...
WARNING: This is more about relationships than wall to wall sex. EG * * * CHAPTER 1 Rosie Fields was running for something to do, covering up to six miles each evening after work on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. She began five weeks ago after her fiancé of three months dumped her without warning. Paul wrote from seven hundred miles away providing his ne...
(If the story sounds familiar there is a reason. It was wrote using the song as it's plot. I issued a challenge and this is my take on the song. I hope you enjoy these 2000words.) * Looking up at the neon lit darkness I with all my heart wish I was home. I should be sitting at my desk working on my novel... maybe. But NO! I'm in Siam reporting on a Chess...
The Chess Club was a-twitter with activity, there was whispering and movement throughout the halls. The matches continued, as scheduled, but something was happening, something big, but unfortunately no one could quite figure it out. Already four of the six top ranked players in the club had lost convincingly. The proctors were studying the games, as they ha...