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PostPosted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 9:18 am    Post subject: 500 X 191 Chess Reply with quote


Here's the next prompt. My friend Joni posted it on Facebook. I'm not sure where she found it, but will gladly give credit. I look forward to seeing what you come up with. Have fun and God bless,
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PostPosted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 12:47 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

You submitted a chess game before, my entry was as follows: I'll post a new one later ...

Ignorant Armies

Harry Buschman


“And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.”

- Matthew Arnold


Black has the advantage by night. When black plays the black pieces at night black is invisible. White, on the other hand, is starkly revealed – even the hand that moves white’s pieces can be clearly seen. It is unsure of itself, it starts, stops and trembles with indecision. It wants to appear sure of itself but it can’t hide its uncertainty.

Black boasts that he will beat this white army and leave not a piece untaken. He will march through the night, unseen and unheard, from one plain to the next until everything he beholds is his. Mind you, he is not unsympathetic to white. He knows his enemy is at a disadvantage, but that is the privilege of the invader. He can pick the time and place and make the outcome a forgone conclusion.

But on the other side, the white army stands firm, each man trusting in the man next to him. Each man peers into the thick darkness ahead of him. No movement of the enemy is detected, but the shuffling of clumsy feet, the metallic clicking of gun bolts, the nervous whinny of a knight’s horse and the murmur of voices can be plainly heard. A pawn, holding his lance well ahead of him, says to the knight behind him, “It is unfair to keep us out here in the dark, we will be picked off one by one.”

“Do you think it is any easier for me?” he replies. “I am the bigger target, I am in far greater danger than you. When they come for us I will be the first one they see”

“We don’t have the proper equipment,” another pawn complains. “They have weapons superior to ours. Look at my lance! It’s broken in the middle and I’ve had to bind it with cord myself!”

The bishops, who stand between the knights and the Royal Family swing their censers and shake their heads knowingly. “We shall prevail. Have no fear – the Almighty is with the white faith. He is on our side. We walk in the light and the enemy hides in the darkness.”

“I’d feel better if my lance were in one piece,” the pawn mutters.

Back in the dark the black pawns huddle in the cold, the knight’s horses stumble over the unfamiliar ground. Every man complains of being in unfamiliar territory. Who knows what traps are set beneath their feet and who can they depend on when they ask the way? Even the black bishops and the Royal Family of the dark agree that there is no substitute for being on familiar ground.

... and so the great and final battle is not fought tonight. The danger of defeat is too great on both sides, and if they wait for the day to come they will see that the ground is not worth the battle after all. There is not enough land on which to bury the dead.
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PostPosted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 6:28 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

How I beat Bobby Fisher

Harry Buschman


I knew I'd never have a chance if I played fair and square, in those days nobody could. So when I heard he was playing 50 people simultaneously at the Downtown Chess Club in New York that winter night in 1965, I put down my fifty bucks and signed up.

There were not quite fifty of us lined up around a "U" shaped table, a chess board in front of each of us. Half of us played with the white pieces in front of us and half the black. Each of us sat looking ar our individual board waiting for the great man to appear. The man to my left asked me if Mr. Fisher was going to play blindfolded! "He's done that before," he said. Then he muttered, "just to prove how great he is ... big blowhard."

I hoped not! My scheme depended on him being able to see me. I was a past master of facial expressions and body language at the chess board and I was sure I could throw him off his game. If I could, he might make a bad move ... just one, that's all ... just one. I could put that down on my curriculum vitae! The man who beat Bobby Fisher!

I played the white and had already made my first move. When he stopped in front of me I winked conspiratorially. He raised his heavy eyebrows just a bit, did his customary pawn to king 4 and moved on. I would now have a good ten minutes to plan, both my next move on the board and my next move to upset him. I noticed him glancing back at me occasionally as he moved from player to player ... I'm sure my wink had upset him.

When he appeared before me again I was ready with my next gambit. I placed both elbows on the table, supported my head in my hands and fixed my eyes on his in a steely glare. He blinked once and swept the pieces off the board! "I do not play with madmen," he said, and stalked off to the contestant next to me.

The host of the tournament, accompanied by two bearded and burly assistants in dark suits escorted me ro the street. "You have disgraced The Downtown Chess Club," the host said in a choked voice ... "consider your membership revoked."

"Who cares," I said to myself as I strolled down the dark street. "I'm the man who beat Bobby Fisher."
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PostPosted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 8:01 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

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...I knew I'd never have a chance if I played fair and square..., So when I heard ... that winter night in 1965, I put down my fifty bucks and signed up....

The host of the tournament, accompanied by two bearded and burly assistants in dark suits escorted me to the street. ...

"Who cares," I said to myself as I strolled down the dark street. "I'm the man who beat Bobby Fisher."


Harry, I only hope that just one day I can write as well..you capture the imagination from the beginning...and hold us through out...right to the very end. Well done, Harry! Smile
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PostPosted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 8:24 am    Post subject: The Chess Game (WC 500) Reply with quote

Hi all,

Sorry I'm so late with this. Things have been...interesting this summer. Anyway, here it is...hot off the keyboard, and very rough. Thanks for taking a look.

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The Chess Game
© Marlicia Fernandez 8-28-11 (WC 500)

The chess pieces glowed on the polished chess board. Seraph studied the possible moves. “Why do you continue this farce when you already know the outcome?”

Across the table, Malvent grinned. “I know the ultimate outcome, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have my little victories between now and then.” He stroked his pointed goatee. “And it seems you and your compatriots have lost on more than one occasion.”

Sadness swept over Seraph. “It does happen when our charges don’t realize we only want to help. We cannot interfere with their free will.”

“Help,” Malvent snorted. “They don’t even know you exist. How can they possibly accept your help?”

Seraph’s had hovered over a chess piece. “Many don’t believe you and your boss exist either, but that doesn’t stop you from trying to snatch souls from our Father.”

“Their disbelief helps my cause and makes my father’s work easier. Malvent’s eyes narrowed. “If you touch it, you move it.”

“You think so?” Seraph cocked an eyebrow. “Thanks for the reminder. I’d nearly forgotten.”

“You’re stalling,” Malvent snarled. “Just play, will you; you ungrateful pawn of the Light?”

Seraph smiled. “Aren’t we touchy today? This one must be very important to you.”

“Now I remember why I hate it when I’m assigned to face you. You’re always digging…always poking.”

“I should think you’d appreciate the tactic.”

Malvent nodded toward the pieces arrayed on the board. “Are you going to move or not?”

“What’s the rush?” Seraph eyed the board, weighing his options. “We have time.”

“Maybe you do,” Malvent muttered.

Seraph looked up. “This one is important to you.”

“No more than he is to you,” Malvent countered. “So why don’t you stop pretending you don’t care and move.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever said he wasn’t important.”

“Aha!” Malvent rubbed his hands together. “I knew it. It’s because he’s such a big shot down there, isn’t it? It would be a real coup to get him.”

Seraph rolled his eyes and stretched his wings. “You really don’t get it, do you? Even now.”

“Get what? Why do you pawns of the light always have to make things so difficult?”

“Have you even though that it’s not the light that makes things difficult, but the darkness?” Seraph watched the images playing out beneath the squares and the pieces, the activity and the comings and goings of those closest to the one they each sought to claim. “You had that knowledge at one time, but you’ve forgotten.”

Malvent glared across the table. “Move already! Don’t presume upon our past history too much. As well as you know me, I also know you.” He grinned. “And you’re stalling has done nothing but sealed his fate. He is my father’s now.”

“Not yet, he’s not.”

“What are you looking at?” Malvent demanded.

An image from one end of the board to the other beneath the squares. “For that.” Seraph moved his chess piece and tipped Malvent’s king. Blood flowed into the image. “Checkmate, brother.”

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PostPosted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 8:30 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Harry,

I enjoyed both pieces very much. I loved the way the chess pieces became armies in the first one. You brought them alive and made me feel for both of them. the last line is a killer. "There is not enough land to bury the dead." Now that is powerful.

The one about beating Bobby Fischer made me smile. What a stinker that opponent was. He knew he couldn't beat the chess master fair and square, so he turned to underhanded tactics. He thinks he one, but he didn't really. No one will accept his victory so it should be a hollow one...maybe.

Two very good stories, my friend. They were well worth reading.

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PostPosted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 8:31 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Linda,

It's nice to see you here again. I hope this means you'll be posting some responses to the prompts. We've missed you.

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PostPosted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 11:34 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Seraph is not the fallen angel but he is a pawn, and it is a rare pawn indeed who ever get to take a king. Good for him! You may have taken liberties with the game, Marlicia, but you're always on the right side. A very good moralistic parallel.
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PostPosted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 7:06 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Hi Harry,

Thanks for taking the time to read and to comment on this before me. (I meant to thank you yesterday, but the site wouldn't let me for some reason. Crying or Very sad ). Anyway, I'm glad you liked this piece. I know absolutely nothing about the game of chess, so I'm not surprised that I took liberties with it, LOL. It was fun to write and just sort of came out of nowhere. I had more I wanted to say, but the word count prevented. Oh well.

Thanks again, my friend, and I hope you didn't get too much damage with the storm.

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PostPosted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 7:24 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Marlicia,

I enjoyed your story also. I've tried several times over the past few days to post, but the system would not let me. Sad

I look forward to participating more. I turned 60 this year, and really should change my profile picture...I'll try to do that this week. I think the one on line was taken when I first began posting on Writer's Voice..my that was a long time ago... Does anyone remember the names of those who were here then? Was it Stu?? I can't believe I've forgotten so much!
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PostPosted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 3:03 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

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Marlicia,

I enjoyed your story also. I've tried several times over the past few days to post, but the system would not let me.

I look forward to participating more. I turned 60 this year, and really should change my profile picture...I'll try to do that this week. I think the one on line was taken when I first began posting on Writer's Voice..my that was a long time ago... Does anyone remember the names of those who were here then? Was it Stu?? I can't believe I've forgotten so much!


Hi Linda,

I'm sorry it has taken me so long to get back to you. Things have been busy and then the site was giving me trouble again, not sure why. Sad But anyway, here I am. Smile

Thank you very much for taking the time to read and comment on this for me. I really appreciate it and I'm glad you enjoyed it. That makes me happy. (And I hope the site allows you to post some of your work soon. I'll try to get a new prompt up shortly. )

I almost didn't recognize you in the first new image you posted for your profile pix. It was so different, but very sweet and cute. I like this picture too. Who is the young man with you? Would he be interested in playing with us here in the clubhouse?

Congratulations on your 60th birthday! Happy belated birthday and may God bless you with many happy returns of the day.

I wasn't here in 2004, though I think Harry had told me about the Voice by then...I was too busy to consider joining until 2006, but I do remember a few people who have gone missing: Dave, Jolanta, a few others whose names escape me at the moment. I hope they find they're way back. They, like you, are missed.

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PostPosted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 6:47 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Marlicia,

The young man standing next to me is my son. The picture was taken 15 years ago. It's hard to believe so much time has passed since he graduated. I put the picture back up because he is going through a difficult time right now - I draw strength from those happier days...knowing they will return...all things are not only possible, but probable to those who believe Smile

I love the new prompt and will try to post something in a few days.

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PostPosted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 12:05 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

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Marlicia,

The young man standing next to me is my son. The picture was taken 15 years ago. It's hard to believe so much time has passed since he graduated. I put the picture back up because he is going through a difficult time right now - I draw strength from those happier days...knowing they will return...all things are not only possible, but probable to those who believe Smile

I love the new prompt and will try to post something in a few days.

Be well,
Linda


Hi Linda,

I'm so sorry to be so late in responding to this. Your son is a very nice looking young man, even if it is a picture from 15 years ago and you must be very proud of him. I hope his difficulties have resolved themselves and he is happy once more.

I look forward to seeing what you post to the new prompt when you have some time.

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PostPosted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 12:28 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Marlicia,

All is well now - thank you for asking. Smile

In the following clip, if you watch look real close (toward the beginning and end of the clip), you'll notice a young man in a red shirt walking behind the chef... That is my son...he worked in New York for several years and truly loved it...so I am happy he has found something that is closer to home, but still the environment he loves..and the owner has made him an exceptional offer:

http://setxhomepage.com/fulltext/?nxd_id=154737&shr=addthis
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PostPosted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 12:35 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Thanks for sharing this, Linda. It's an amazing video and I'm glad he's found something he likes so much, that is close to home. Praise God for that! (Oh, and I did see him, LOL. Very happy for him and for you.)

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PostPosted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 4:05 pm    Post subject: mmy turn Reply with quote

Well it's a been awhile since I've posted anything on WV or on the 500 word prompt! Here's my take on the picture, albeit a bit late!

The Beginning
By Heidi Yang

"It was quiet for so long." Damien said. "I wish it could stay that way."
"Well thanks to the slasher things are getting noisy again." Saiya replied.
"I know, I have to do something, I just, I just wanted to have a normal life."
"Yeah, well it's your fault for starting the golden kings."
"Hey I did not start the golden kings, how many times do I have to tell you?" Damien said. "I only took over when the other leader left."
"Whatever." Saiya said as she played with her long brown hair. She stretched and walked to the window. The day was cloudy and the pine trees rustled with a slight breeze. She turned back towards the fire roaring in the living room. "You could go see Roshi again." she suggested.
"I could, but I won't." Damien said. "You know what happened last time."
"That was only once, he could help you figure out what to do."
"For a price,and it's not one I'm willing to pay again." Damien frowned. He glanced at the ornate chess set in front of him. He remembered playing with his friends Grenn and Isabel. He could picture Isabel's short red hair and her big brown eyes. He could see Green's easy smile, dark brooding eyes and strange silver hair. They were friends then. That was before Isabel got hurt and ended up in the hospital. Before Grenn joined the Red Dragons and tried to attack him. "What are you thinking about?" Saiya asked.
"Nothing really." Damien replied. "Things used to be so different. It's been so long now...I can barely remember why we hate each other."
"I can." Saiya said. "He tried to kill you, not that I blame him, you did fall for Isabel, you knew Green was interested in her."
"I know I know." Damien replied waving her away. He sighed, shaking his brown hair out of his eyes. He stood, taking his cell phone from his pocket. He started to dial Roshi's number and then stopped. "I think it's time I finally dealt with something on my own. Roshi may be helpful but he's too dangerous."
"You could see what his price is." Saiya said. "I bet Roshi would only ask for money this time."
"No, I won't risk it, not this time."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm not sure yet but maybe this will give us a clue." Damien said with a smile. He picked up one of the yellow pieces and knocked over a red one. "Whatever you do, I'll be there with you." Saiya said picking up another yellow chess piece and stroking it.
"I know." Damien said as he set the red piece back in it's place. "I know."
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PostPosted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 4:20 pm    Post subject: other people's stories Reply with quote

I enjoyed reading everyone's pieces. Harry I think I do vaguely remember the first chess story now that I've read it again. I still like it a lot. I also got a chuckle from the new one. What a sore loser, he couldn't just admit he was beaten and move on? Then again Bobby's personality was probably more like real life I think. Marlicia I always find your writing intriguing and engaging. This story is no different. It kept me guessing until the end. I imagine Harry is right as far as taking liberties with the game but I think it only adds to your story.
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PostPosted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 5:32 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Nice build up of tension here, Heidi. I'd like to know how this all got started and how it's going to end ... but that will probably require another picture.
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PostPosted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 1:39 pm    Post subject: my story Reply with quote

That's true about the picture. I actually got the idea from an anime I've been watching on TV lately called Durarara. Part of the plot involves a young boy who joined this gang when he was in middle school called the Yellow Scarves. There are other gangs as well some named after colors and one that people know of called The Dollars but don't know much about the gang other than that.
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PostPosted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 5:21 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Heidi,

I don't know how I missed this. Sad I apologize.

This was a really interesting take on the prompt. Trouble brewing from every direction, it seems. Like Harry, I'd love to know what happened before and what comes next. This begs for expansion. Well done!

God bless (and it's good to see more of your work here),
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BTW, loved your explanation as to where the story originated. Fascinating. Surprised)

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PostPosted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 5:23 am    Post subject: Re: other people's stories Reply with quote

Heidi wrote:
I enjoyed reading everyone's pieces. Harry I think I do vaguely remember the first chess story now that I've read it again. I still like it a lot. I also got a chuckle from the new one. What a sore loser, he couldn't just admit he was beaten and move on? Then again Bobby's personality was probably more like real life I think. Marlicia I always find your writing intriguing and engaging. This story is no different. It kept me guessing until the end. I imagine Harry is right as far as taking liberties with the game but I think it only adds to your story.


Heidi,

Thank you for your kind words. I'm glad you enjoyed my little snippet. I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment and apologize for my late response.

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