Musings – More Than A Game

by nulliparaora on January 22, 2013

Welcome to another installment of Musings!  What story will you tell?

Joel watched her long slender fingers grip the bishop piece, the tips of her nails resting on its gentle sloped top. Make your move, I’m ready. He’d accounted for this play, was ready for it.

His lips almost spread into a smile, but he couldn’t celebrate, not until she’d played right into his hands.

He watched her hazel eyes study the board. She was planning too.

She turned the piece on the spot, never lifting it from its square. It was a slow torture to be teased with the promise of winning, unable to claim the prize until she released that bishop.

How was it that he was the winner, but she held the key to his freedom?

His focus was brought back to the present as he watched her chew on her bottom lip. God, that drives me crazy. It was a habit of hers, something she did when she was concentrating, holding things together… losing control.

The game was forgotten when his mind traveled back to the night before,, when she bit her lip as she turned to look over her shoulder, his name through her teeth, her muscles squeezing tight.

Staying in his seat was becoming difficult. Thoughts of all the ways he loved her filled his head. He bounced the ball of his foot beneath the table, watching her release the bishop and pick up her knight.

“Check.” Her eyes were still on the board, still focused, oblivious of the effect she had.

It was a move he didn’t expect, a new tactic. He’d always admired her intellect, her logic. In that moment, he admired even more, watching the swell of her chest when she inhaled.

“Mate in two moves. Your turn, unless you want to yield.” Her voice was soft and playful, her smile wide.

Two moves? We’ll see about that. He rose from his chair, ignoring the knight and capturing his queen.

{ 66 comments… read them below or add one }

Tanja/Mokkelke January 22, 2013 at 12:02 pm

fun read!
now where will this picture take me!! i’ll go ponder about it for a bit :)


Nulli Para Ora January 22, 2013 at 12:05 pm

Thanks, Tan. I can’t wait to see where you go from here!


CCDreamz January 22, 2013 at 12:29 pm

Loved it as usual!


Nulli Para Ora January 22, 2013 at 12:35 pm

Thank you, CCDreamz! :)


Misty January 22, 2013 at 1:12 pm

OK, I’m going to see what my brain can come up with and hopefully I’ll join in. I know I have to start somewhere. I also realize this is a catch 22. My part will look the amateur it is but I know the support I get back from my friends and future top selling authors will be encouraging.


Nulli Para Ora January 22, 2013 at 1:37 pm

No comparisons or judgments here. Just free thoughts. I’m so happy you’re joining in! *hugs*


Tanja/Mokkelke January 22, 2013 at 2:55 pm

Part 2:

Jenifer cursed. Why did he have to end up on her porch? And then his questions. The last one surprising her the most. He thinks I hate him, have done so for all these years?
With a lot of effort she managed to get up and noticed he was already sinking back into unconsciousness.
“Oh no, you’re not passing out on me again. We’re getting your butt up and inside first before you give up. Come work those muscles you always show of!” She sounded angry but right now anger was the only emotion that kept her together. “Come on, work with me here.”
She managed a strong hold on his torso and tried to get him to stand up. With wobbly knees, she succeeded in getting him to stand with his back next to her front door. Hugging him tight she stretched out her arm to open the door then needed a breather. He was heavier then he looked or she wasn’t as strong as she thought she was.
“Come on, just a few passes then you can crash on the couch, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
All she got in reply was him trying to hug her again as he buried his head in her hair again. Secretly she savored the gesture but knew with his diabetic low she needed to act quick.
“Thomas, please, three steps, you can do this. Ok, that’s one, two more, come on. Last one! Ok, turn a little bit. Now you can crash.”
As best as she could she tried to lower him on the three-seater. Some maneuvering was needed but she got his legs on there too. The next thing she did was to go grab her nursing bag and take the portable insulin checker.
A little prick in his finger was all she needed to do to help him get back on his feet. Going over his words she knew she jumped to conclusions. She never saw him drink and she should have known him being passed out could have been related to his medical condition.
* * * *
There was that smell again! He groaned as he tried to get up only to find himself being held back by a large and heavy blanket. Struggling again to open his eyes, he managed to slowly take inventory of his surroundings. Apart from the incense he didn’t see anything familiar. The room had an eclectic feel to it, not a single piece of furniture matched another, the colors blended well together.
His eyes landed on the coffee table in front of the couch and he saw the device he was all to familiar with. She must have checked my sugar levels. Taking a second to assess himself, he had to admit he was feeling fine. The odds were she had given him some kind of injection because he couldn’t phantom her being able to get some sugary foods into him while being out cold.
The other item on the small table was a black and red checkered board with what appeared a chess game in progress. Giving in to temptation he sat up straighter and focused on all the pieces, trying to figure out what could be the next move. He smiled as he suddenly saw there was only one move left : the king could capture the queen which meant checkmate.
Just as he reached out to take the king and make the move Jenifer spoke, “Don’t touch that game if you value your life. You know the life I made sure you still had!”
Surprised he looked to his left, he didn’t know how he could have missed her sitting in the red love seat. Maybe he could when he noticed the matching red blanket covering her from head to toe. Being smart he pulled back his hand and sat back.
“You’re right, I cherish the life I have and I thank you for making sure I still have it.” Still he was puzzled why she reacted the way she did when he almost made that one move. Looking her straight in the eyes he saw how vulnerable she felt at the moment, it only made him more determent to end the hatred that had always hung between them. There had to be a valid reason why things never even got to a friendship state all those years ago.

That it for this picture, curious where the next one will take this little story, maybe i should save this one and reuse later on hihi ;-)


Nulli Para Ora January 22, 2013 at 3:11 pm

This is coming along nicely. I’m interested in where you’ll end up next. Thanks for playing, Tan! *hugs*


Mazuri January 22, 2013 at 9:14 pm

Lovely! Questions on top of questions now lol Oh how you love to torment us, Tan!


Iread January 22, 2013 at 9:40 pm

I bow down to your genius.


Misty January 22, 2013 at 3:17 pm

Maz that’s fantastic….that you are telling the same story as last time and still picking up on the pic theme. You guys really do scare the shit out of me when it comes to writing…


Jaz Cullen January 22, 2013 at 3:57 pm

Playing Silly Games

Dear Ethan,

I can’t believe it has come to this. You, who was my lover and my best friend, ready to let go, to give up on everything we had.

Why? What did I do that was so wrong?

How can it be so easy for you to walk away without a backward glance?

Don’t you remember how you pursued me for what felt like eternity? The flowers, the candy, the bad poetry? It didn’t matter that I wasn’t interested initially, you refused to give up until I went out with you.

The weekend we’ve just shared together was the best weekend of my life. Being with you, making love with you was everything to me.

Please don’t say this is the end, Ethan. I love you and I know you have feelings for me. You wouldn’t have tried so hard to win my affections if you didn’t.

Please, Ethan. Let’s talk about this. I know we can work things out.



Dear Karen,

Have you ever played chess? Odd question I know, but relevant. It’s a game of strategy and requires much patience. I learnt to play it when I was young. Had no choice really, as I was fat then and had no friends.

I became really good at it. My opponent was my computer because, as I said, I had no friends because I was so fat.

I did have this crush on the prettiest girl in class though, but she was out of my league. Didn’t stop me liking her. One day I plucked up all my courage and asked her out. She laughed at me. Turned to all her friends and yelled at the top of her lungs that the fat ugly kid asked her out.

Everyone laughed at me then and I felt so bad I started to cry and that just made them laugh all the harder. I think that was the single most humiliating experience of my life.

Realisation dawning yet, Karen? Yeah, that was me, the fat kid you made a fool of because he had the audacity to think you pretty and ask you out.

Chess is a game of patience, sweetheart.




Tanja/Mokkelke January 22, 2013 at 4:03 pm

this is nice, it’s actually crying out for a reply from karen ;-)


Nulli Para Ora January 22, 2013 at 4:09 pm

I love it! Checkmate indeed. :)


Mazuri January 22, 2013 at 9:17 pm

Oh bravo! Revenge is definitely a dish best served cold, huh? I like. I like a lot :)


Iread January 22, 2013 at 9:35 pm

More, that’s all I ask. More!


Tatiana Caldwell January 25, 2013 at 12:54 pm

Boom badda boom boom pow!


Misty January 22, 2013 at 4:40 pm

I don’t know where that came from but it was fantastic. I don’t care what they say or what I post because sometimes revenge is the best medicine……going to leave all of you and see if I can come up w/something…..can’t even think about it while on FB or this blog….hehe-he… wait before you laugh I can walk and chew gum at the same time, I’m not one of those California girls….hehe-he


Misty January 22, 2013 at 6:27 pm

be very very kind…..I already know I used “her and she” way to much but this is supposed to be a just jump in story so if I try and correct it by the time I would be happy w/it, everyone would have finished and the story would be done. And also this is me. Queen of the run-on sentence and comma’s are way on life at least to start with. Ok, ok, here it is……

She couldn’t stop giggling not because she was happy, rather the exact opposite. She was so afraid she might cry.She knew this would put more space between them. And as she watched his face for more signs of what he was thinking, she tried to think back. She knew there always seemed to be strain there but for the life of her she couldn’t figure out how or why. She knew she spent far more time than she should looking back trying to find that exact moment in time.. She wanted more but for now if he would just treat her the same way he did everyone else. Sharing a conversation, laughing at a joke, but what she missed most where the hello hugs everyone share. Well everyone but the two of them. But now, having beat him at chess. His game. The one she had learned so long ago just so she might have some one on one private time with him during group get together. As she watched his brows come together she knew him well enough to know his answer. She had to wonder if last night had anything to do with it or if he even thought of it at all…….

Please be honest. This is seriously the first thing I have written since high school which I attended in the very early 80′s. I had planed to share my first piece privately to most of you for your thoughts and help. How I let Don harass me into doing this i have no idea. Beside all the errors I hope you enjoy the jest of my first ??????whatever it is….

Hey Nulli I just tried to copy this so I could have a copy any it wouldn’t let me, if you have a way of sending me a copy w/o it going on FB that would be great, if not I have my hand written first version which is close enough although not quite as good….hehe-he


Nulli Para Ora January 22, 2013 at 6:49 pm

Very interesting. Of course, now I want to know what happened the night before, and what happens next. I’m so proud of you for giving it a shot. Please keep it up. *hugs*


kate January 22, 2013 at 7:33 pm

I like this – need to know what happened last night – heh heh heh. Seriously, this was very intense and very imaginitive. hugs, Kate


Mazuri January 22, 2013 at 9:21 pm

I enjoyed it! It makes you wonder… what happened last night? What’s their relationship now and what was it all those years before when she decided to learn the game? What’s going to happen next?

I totally think you should do this serial style like Tanja is doing hers, if only to put us out of our misery. lol


Iread January 22, 2013 at 9:36 pm

Misty awesome,

You have got to finish this. I need more.


Don Livingston January 23, 2013 at 7:08 pm

First off, outstanding leap of faith! Second, you started a tale from the middle of the story. This in turn makes the reader go WTH. For those of us who CRAVE mystery, outstanding. So many questions of what happened before has me twitching in my seat. You REALLY need to sit back and think about following up. I agree with Maz, take the next picture, think about it, then let your fingers fly. Nice job my very dear friend.


kate January 22, 2013 at 6:37 pm

Princess Ashley wrung her hands as she watched the battlefield from high atop the castle. “This is insane,” she said to herself. She could not believe the world had come to this. How could the prophecy have come true? She had never believed in it but here she was, living it.

If the White King won the battle, she would be his Queen and her powers would only be able to be used for good things, such as peace and joy and love and to save lives.

However, if the Black King won, she would be his Queen and her powers would be dark and evil, used to corrupt and harm and kill.

She prayed the White King would win as she believed that love and light should rule the world. She did not think she could survive if she had to use her powers for evil. It would kill her soul. But she had no choice. It had been foretold a hundred years ago.

Two brothers, born within minutes, would be pulled apart as children, one to go to the light and one to go to the dark. A princess would be born with powers no one had seen since the times of the kracken. The brothers would fight for the soul of the princess and the use of her pwers. The winner would have her hand in marriage and would gain the same powers she wielded upon the consumation of the marriage. The loser would die.

The horn sounded for the battle to begin.


Nulli Para Ora January 22, 2013 at 6:51 pm

This is an imaginative take on the role of the chess pieces. I’m interested in knowing how this plays out. In the photo, the black king prevails. Thanks for playing, Kate. This is great! *hugs*


Mazuri January 22, 2013 at 9:23 pm

Loved the fantasy aspect of this! Now if only a dragon would come down and eat both the kings, she could marry him and live happily ever after, right? Right? Oh, guess not. Darn prophecy! lol

Anyway, excellent take.


Iread January 22, 2013 at 9:37 pm

Ok, now promise me yu will keep this tale going. I need more. This is awesome.


Don Livingston January 25, 2013 at 7:55 pm

Who was it that said she couldn’t write? Oh wait, I remember, so really weird chick from New York. Are you nuts? Kate the talent flows out of your finger tips. Keep going dear!!!!!


Misty January 22, 2013 at 6:49 pm

Oh Kate your good. No more telling lies about your inability to write. Going to tell everyone that your part is good….


Mazuri January 22, 2013 at 9:09 pm

Ok, I didn’t want to read the others first so I wouldn’t copy anyone. I also should warn folks that this is what happens when I get inspirational pictures in the midst of writing the last two chapters of Fine Line. Things… happen.


Melody stood in her assigned square and fought the urge to just go home. The party had turned into so many others she’d attended with her friends hooking up with pretty hot guys while she babysat the purses and the drunks. True, she wasn’t the prettiest or the slimmest or wore the least amount of clothing. These factors combined with intense shyness usually sealed her fate as “Wallflower of the Month.” They also contributed to her rather reckless decision to broaden her horizons which led to her attending this extremely shocking party which, in turn, resulted in her standing in a sunny patch of grass marked off with chalk to resemble a chess board.

A really big chess board.

And she was naked.

Okay, so she wasn’t totally naked. She wore an intricate harness of white rope that kept her arms bound behind her back as well as a white hat to declare her position as White Bishop Two. Other than that, all of her assets were on full display. Several of Black Leader’s male chess pieces were taking stock of her assets in a manner that both disturbed and excited her.

Black Pawn Four captured White Pawn One and Melody gawked at how he celebrated winning the square. A quiet exchange, too soft for her to hear on the back row of the board, and White Pawn One knelt before the victorious Black Pawn Four and slurped his cock deep into her mouth. The male pawn grunted and thrust, clearly pleased to have won the square and her oral services, and shouted his victory to the sky. White Pawn One rose to her feet and walked off the board to clean up, shooting an evil glare at White Leader. He simply slapped her ass as she passed him.

More pieces were moved. More squares were won. When White Rook One captured Black Pawn Seven, his annoyed curse echoed around the board. Black Leader merely shrugged; pawns were expendable after all. An attendant brought a contraption over to White Rook One and strapped it over her hips. Melody’s eyes grew huge as the rather large dildo was slipped between Rook’s thighs. They grew even larger when the attendant secured an equally large one to the front. The rope harness was removed so White Rook could properly lube up the giant phallus. Surely she wasn’t going to… ? Holy fuck, she was!

A stand was rolled into the contested square and Black Pawn reluctantly knelt over it. White Rook dribbled lube over the Pawn’s muscular ass, letting it drip to his balls and off his soft cock. Unlike Black Pawn Four, this Pawn wasn’t as excited about his ‘reward.’ Melody stared as the rubber cock slowly disappeared into the Pawn’s well-lubed assed. She’d never seen anything like it and was shocked at how turned on she was getting. Black Pawn Seven’s curses and grunts soon became moans and pleas for more as White Rook fucked him for all she was worth. Melody was breathing heavy by the time both pieces cried out their pleasure and wondered which she’d prefer – to win a square or lose it?

More pieces were moved. More squares were won. Why did she come to this party again? Oh, yeah, for adventure. To break out of her shell. Well she was breaking out of something, all right. Watching the antics of the other pieces, she was both terrified and hornier than she’d ever been in her life. She’d never been one for casual sex, and could count her partners on one hand with fingers left over. The whole business had left her jaded and a lot happier with her vibrator and her imagination. But this? This stirred her in ways she’d never dreamt.

White Leader moved her several times and she managed to avoid the other squares. This proved to be as much of a disappointment as it was a relief. She still didn’t know what she’d do if she won or how far she was willing to go if she lost. Black Leader called for Black Bishop One to move and it wasn’t until the very naked and very aroused man stood before her that Melody realized she’d been well and truly caught. The opposing Bishop was unlike her previous partners – tall and fit and rather… large. Glancing up, she was caught in his pale blue eyes before they dropped to check out his prize. She could feel her blush burn her cheeks and heat her neck as she imagined his disappointment in winning such a piece. He was the kind of man who looked right through her at the clubs and the parties.

“The game is excessively rigged, you know,” he murmured softly so the others couldn’t hear. His large hands ghosted over her hair, her cheeks, her sensitive breasts. He toyed with the puckered tips as he confessed, “I asked White Leader to ensure I captured you.”

“Why? Did you lose a bet?” She cursed her traitorous body as her nipples tightened even more and every muscle strained to get closer to the handsome Bishop.

“Of course not. Who do you think arranged your invitation, my dear?” His lips curled into a smile and he pulled her into his arms. “The only question that remains is this: do you yield gracefully or must I claim my victory?”


Iread January 22, 2013 at 9:38 pm

Two Words: FREAKING AWESOME! Girl you rock.


Nulli Para Ora January 22, 2013 at 10:53 pm

Well dang… This was great!


Tatiana Caldwell January 25, 2013 at 12:50 pm

Hot diggity!! Me likey.

Time to teach my hubby to play chess! I’ve been telling him that he’s just a pawn in my little sex games for as long as I can remember. It’s time to empower him to learn some moves of his own though, so he can actually WIN my piece. ;)


Nulli Para Ora January 25, 2013 at 1:17 pm

If you’re doing a living chess board, let me set up my camera and prepare the casting calls.


Elaina/Mazuri February 2, 2013 at 9:46 am

lol! Thank you and good luck on your private chess match. Who knows what he’ll claim as forfeit if he wins, though. ;)


Iread January 22, 2013 at 9:34 pm

I can’t believe that I let him talk me into playing this game. He always beats me. But tonight, I’ll win. Maybe not the game, but something much better.

You see, Kirk Landrum is every girl’s dream, tall, handsome, a Taye Diggs look-alike, with a killer smile and slamming body. He is a freaking genius. He’s also my only friend. I’m here in this park about to get beat by him once more trying to find a way to tell him how I really feel.

I wish I wasn’t so afraid. Had I been braver, I should have said something before she showed up. Yea, her. You know her. Every gorgeous, sexy, good-hearted man has a her. She ruins him. Leaving him in the end a pile of angry, bitter, regret.
I won’t let this happen to Kirk. You see despite everything else; he belongs with me.

Checkmate, I win. Now it’s time to up my game.


Nulli Para Ora January 22, 2013 at 10:48 pm

Well all right, Ms. What exactly do you plan to do to get this checkmate? Great stuff! :)


kate January 22, 2013 at 11:37 pm

I love all the submissions. I did not realize we could get as explicit here as we do on Lit – LOL. I tempered mine a bit but will not hold back in future writings. Oh My – I think you have all unleased a monster in me.


Nulli Para Ora January 23, 2013 at 12:36 am

*cracking up*


Mazuri January 23, 2013 at 7:59 am

I wasn’t sure either but I figured Nulli would ask me to tone it down if I needed to. lol I just had to write a living chess board scene. The rest was changeable.


Misty January 23, 2013 at 9:02 am

Maz, girl that was way to hot for reading at 5:30 am. This will float back and forth into my day at the most inappropriate times. Like when I’m at the Dr or trying to get some things done today. Oh well it’s not a bad to visit…..hehe-he

I read, I love the fact that your character is ready to fight the pretty girl. And at appears that it’s for his protection as much as her want.

This really is a lot of fun and thank everyone for not pointing out all my mistakes. And I really did have fun in-between the panic attacks……….


Amber Livingston January 23, 2013 at 7:43 pm

She woke up on a cold bed, almost like one you would find in a hospital. The blinding light caused her to shut her eyes just as quickly as they opened. She had a strange feeling, as if someone was watching her…she thought to herself, ‘Where the hell am I?’
Her last memory was sitting in the ER, about to get the vaccine for herself and Helen, her daughter. The virus had spread to all of the greater cities, and the infected were growing greater in number than the inoculated. Even rarer were the immune.
She sat up and got her bearings, and tried to cover her eyes with her right hand. ‘Oh my god…’ she thought to herself. Her arm had an IV in it, hooked up to a machine.
A man walked in the room, with a thick black box. He sat it on a table, placed near the corner.
‘Hello, Daphne. I’m glad you’re awake. You’ve been out for 6 days. The virus had taken over all of Europe, and the Eastern Seaboard. You are in Yuba City, in an underground lab facility. You were one of 300 people saved from Los Angeles.’ He said to her.
”Did my daughter make it?!’ Daphne exclaimed. She was so worried…Her eyes started to tear up, and she sniffled.
‘No…I’m extremely sorry ma’am. But we do have to check some things before we can clear you to mingle with the other survivors. First we are going to check your motor and logic skills, by playing a simple game of chess.’
He opened the black box, and she saw a chessboard. it had white and mahogany pieces, and the same for the checkered pattern crossing the length of it. The doctor set up the pieces, and took out her IV. He helped her down gingerly, and set her in one of the chairs. As she sat down, she accidently bumped the table, and the chess pieces scrambled. Through her blurry eyes, the only thing she could see were two bishops…


Nulli Para Ora January 23, 2013 at 9:48 pm

Well, well, well. Ms. Amber is flexing those writing muscles!


Misty January 23, 2013 at 10:49 pm

OK did Amber really write this and if so is she allowed to use the language in the first paragraph and how does she know what city I live in? And there seems to be a virus theme running in both you stories. If this is her work Don my friend it won’t be long before you are surpasses as an author. And Don where is your story?????

Congrats to amber on a very good addition to this chess tale.


Don Livingston January 24, 2013 at 7:34 pm

OMG Misty, you did not just go there. I never help my little girl, just guide. Her writing is from the heart and soul. That’s what I love about her. (Bad thing is, now my daughter Sarah wants to join in. I’m in deep water and there’s a hole in my raft!!!!)


Amber Livingston January 24, 2013 at 7:46 pm

Thank you both for the praise!

Tatiana Caldwell January 25, 2013 at 12:54 pm

I’m really enjoying your Musings, Nulli! It has been a lot of fun reading these shorts and seeing where people take the pictures. Maybe I’m too caught up in my W.I.P.s, but so far these two pics have not quite sparked me …. although quite a few of the stories submitted in the comments have certainly captured my attention (and left me wanting for more!)


Nulli Para Ora January 25, 2013 at 1:16 pm

I can’t wait until I find the one that captures your muse, ties it down, and teases it into submission.


Don Livingston January 25, 2013 at 7:46 pm

John held the tiny hand of his wife Beth, as they strolled through the scantly occupied park. He inhaled deeply as the smell of oak and jasmine crossed his senses. As he turned his head towards her, he could see the love in her face, the feeling of joy in her heart as they walked.

The light wind tossed the edges of her auburn hair back, and John marveled at the image it presented. He was now stranger to love; he was no stranger to the power it held. For years he had known that – the one – was out there, searching as he was. How he hoped and dreamed that he would find her, the one true thing that made any sense of his long and dreadful life.

“My darling, that was such a nice way to wake up in the morning,” she said as she gently squeezed his powerful hand.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it Beth. I thought waking you to a new day with the smell of Jasmine would please you. It’s not every day that you get to wake up with a massage and soft kisses.”

Beth stopped suddenly and pulled her lover around. As she pressed her supple body against him, she gazed up at his tall and more masculine form. To John, it seemed as if her blazing emerald green eyes were full of a tale of love and adventure. The smile that crossed her face showed signs of another fate that would ensue them both.

“I truly wish I could tell how much you mean to me my love. I wish I were talented enough to write it on paper, so you would never forget what I feel in my heart. To make you understand the pain I feel from keeping it within me, as I search for the words to tell you.”

John slowly moved his hand up and placed it gently upon her smooth cheek. “I too wish I could say what I feel, tell you what I think about when I look into your eyes. My dearest Beth, I think we have the same problem; communication.”

“Hmmmmm, I didn’t see any problem with your communication skills this morning my love.”

“Oh don’t you start with me young lady! I know where you hide your wings.”

“Yes my love you do, and you know I didn’t have them on this morning when you woke me up.”

John decided to give her the advantage of the battle; he was tired of fighting and conflict. The thing he sought for so many years was now at his side as he strolled down the path in the park.

The two lovers slowly walked along until they came upon an area with a pair of elder gentlemen playing a game of chess. One of them, a silver haired squire who was smartly dressed in slacks and a simple sweater vest, looked up as the two lovers passed. John nodded politely and continued down the lane until he passed upon an open table of the strategic game.

“Oh John, let’s sit down and play just one game dear.”

“I’m really not very good at that game. I’m afraid my dear that I know nothing about capturing your opponent.”

“With all due respect Mr. Walker, you are very skilled at capturing your opponent.”

Those green eyes of hers captured his heart and soul, and he knew he could negate her nothing. As he moved towards the solid stone seat, he silently prayed that it would be a quick game. Warfare of any kind made him uneasy; even if it was a simple game of chess.

“You get to decide my adversary. Shall you be the white King or the black King?”

“I guess I’ll choose the white King.”

“Very well my darling let me begin to teach you about battle.” Beth sat down and placed her arms across her small breasts. As she glared at her opponent, she couldn’t help but feel a small amount of sorry for the man she was about to abolish.

With saddened eyes and a heavy heart, John slowly placed his fingers upon the ivory white King. This was not a game of chance; this was a game of control, of battle – of death.


The year was 1291 in a town called Acre. Lord Bellows looked upon the storming dark skinned men called Moors, storming the walls of the town. Although he knew it was a futile cause to try to maintain control of the city, his duty to the crusades and to his country caused him to react foolishly.

“Captain, come here at once!” The tone of his voice, and commanding nature made no doubt to the fearful Captain standing not just ten yards away that his Lord was troubled.

“Yes my Lord?”

“Who do we have left that is capable of repelling these infidels?”

“There is one group left Sir that you have not yet sent to battle. Sir Walkers’ group my Lord is ready and willing to die for your glorious cause.”

“Yes, Sir Walkers’ group. They are the best we have and that is why I saved them for last. Send them to the front gates and let them know I expect this assault to be thwarted to the last man.”

John Walker looked at his men. They all had the look of fear in their eyes, and in battle that could be the last thing you will ever see of the man standing next to you. With his keen hearing, he noticed an officer approaching. It could only be the spineless coward of Lord Bellows assistant.

“Sir Walker, Lord Bellows wants your men to attack the front gate and repel all of the enemy back. He said to give your life and love for Queen and country to hold this city.”

“Yes I’m sure he did Captain, as I am well aware of the cost of a returning Lord defeated in battle.” John’s eyes narrowed at the quivering form of a weakling.

As the Captain stood his ground in a shaken state, John adjusted his armored helmet and drew his sword. “All right men – you know what we have to do! If any of you fear death then run now, as I will not hold it against you. Those of you who will follow me; draw you swords and join me!

The sixty men under his command stared back at their courageous leader. Every man knew it was a death sentence, but every man slowly drew his razor sharp weapon as a sign of acceptance.
Sir John Walker pulled his face shield down and darted off towards the entrance. He had heard the clamor outside the stone walls and wondered how long it would take to breech the thick wooded gate. Now at the end, he sought the peace that had so long avoided him. The curse of immortality had taken its toll. With God’s will, it would end with this one lone battle.


John stared at the white King placed neatly in the center. He felt a sudden rush of resentment at the power to control the very lives of those around him. With shaking fingers, he positioned the pawn directly in front of the King forward two places.

His current lover matched his move and shook her head in disbelief. “For just an ordinary businessman, I must say dear, you’re about to find out what real war is about.”


Don Livingston January 25, 2013 at 7:59 pm

Sorry for the typos, been a long day.


Nulli Para Ora January 25, 2013 at 8:05 pm

Very interesting relationship between these two, and an intriguing past. Sweet!


kate January 25, 2013 at 8:29 pm

Gee Whiz, now can you see why I claim to have no imagination – compared to you I am cheez whiz and you the finest aged cheddar


Don Livingston January 25, 2013 at 8:35 pm

*as he blushes and runs back under the bed.*


Don Livingston January 25, 2013 at 8:38 pm

Sorry to be so late on the post, life got it in the way. I thought of the kings and what it would be like in the…older…days. I think I might have wrote myself into the corner if you throw me a curve ball with the next picture and I have to connect all three. Although as a fledgling write, I welcome the challenge. BUT ONLY IF KATE KEEPS GOING!!!!!


Misty January 25, 2013 at 9:48 pm

You just needed more time to think of what to write than us pro writers… like that me a pro now…..STOP LAUGHING you did a really clever thing connection the past and present. Can’t wait to see where you take the story next……..and you know I was only teasing about your daughter….well except that she might surpass you one day…..hehe-he can’t wait to see if your younger daughter is just as talented.


kate January 25, 2013 at 8:41 pm

Wait a minute. I did not know we were supposed to connect all of these in a continuing story. Mine are 2 separate stories based on each photo – oh boy – I really messed this up didn’t I?


Nulli Para Ora January 25, 2013 at 8:49 pm

You don’t have to connect them, Kate. Tanja and Don elected to do so, but you are free to write different stories for each picture. That’s what I’m doing. :)


Misty January 25, 2013 at 9:40 pm

Kate I just read what Null I wrote about the chess pieces and used that as my inspiration. Don’t know what will inspire me next time or if I’ll add to what I first wrote.


Don Livingston January 26, 2013 at 10:11 am

Okay, this may be jumping the gun here a bit, but I’ve noticed something on this site that is quite surprising. Most of us posting our little rants of fantasy are current authors with a good following on Lit. Okay there’s a few of you with a hoard of people reading your works, but I’ve noticed TWO very talented writers that do not post on Lit. I think it might be time to nudge those two females into the spot light and watch as they go from author to paparazzi victims. I truly believe that it’s time for Misty Turner and Kate Olsen to emerge from their cocoons and spread their wings. Who else has had the same idea?


Misty January 26, 2013 at 11:03 am

Thank you for the support but unfortunately I have get myself healthy first. You know all the stress that comes w/writing, I just can’t add that to my plate for awhile. You can be sure that when I’m able to take on a big project I will in the mean time as long as I’m having fun and don’t piss anyone off, I’ll keep this up


Kate January 26, 2013 at 11:32 am

I do not have the time to write right now. I am editing a novel for one of my authors (it is a paying gig and I need the money). I will also be editing an anthology for 3 guys that I edit for that they are going to self publish- of which I will get 1/4 of the profits and I edit for my authors on Lit. I am writing down some ideas that I have and musing about how the plot would go but it will be slow going at first. I do appreciate your praise and your support. hugs to you.


Don Livingston January 26, 2013 at 6:04 pm

Okay everyone, my daughter Sarah would like to post her idea of the picture. No she has not read any of the submissions, she just wanted me to post what she thought. I’m guessing I will have to limit how many times I tell them a new picture is up. Remember she’s only in 7th grade and we live in a very strange town.

Amanda stared longingly at the chessboard, observing her moves. Lucas, her brother, sat across from her while grinning like an idiot. She reached out to move her white king, and she sighed as she realized Lucas took one of her last pieces.

“Amanda, are you feeling okay? You’re never this bad at chess.” Lucas asked, a genuine expression of concern plastered on his face. “I’m perfectly fine… I’m just not in the mood.” She replied, sighing as his black king took over her white. Lucas reached over and moved the chessboard, grabbing her hand.

“It’s about Brandon, isn’t it? He asked, looking down at the table sadly. “Yeah… he’s been so annoying lately… this whole open relationship thing has gotten out of hand… what should I do? He’s too controlling…” Amanda spoke quietly, gripping her brother’s hand tightly.

“Amanda! Brandon’s here!” their mother spoke from the door with fake enthusiasm. Brandon shoved her mother out of his way and made his way over to Amanda, and if it were a cartoon, smoke would be filling the room from his ears.

“You were with someone else last night! You skipped our date!” He yelled, and Lucas got up to get his baby sister out of there before something bad happened.

“Brandon, that’s the point of an open relationship, emphasis on the open. Now if you can’t handle that, get the heck out of my house.” She said, bravely, and logically walking away from the situation.


Nulli Para Ora January 26, 2013 at 6:35 pm

Oh… My… Gawd! This was amazing, Sarah!


Don Livingston January 26, 2013 at 10:17 pm

Thank you Miss Ora! I really hoped it was pretty good, considering I write stories too. Not like dad or Amber but i’m learning. I hope dad lets me see the next picture.


Nulli Para Ora January 26, 2013 at 10:27 pm

I think I may be able to convince him to let you see the next one :)

Thank you so much for contributing!


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