Friday, November 04, 2005

Don't Quit Your Day Job Yet...

Hah! While doing a bit of ego-surfing (google: bottlehed), I stumbled upon one of my forum convos with good 'ol Jorgo. An aborted attempt to write a short story, it's pretty funny.

Today I came back from a walk and the wind was sweeping a piece of paper by my feet. On one side two lines of text were written. I picked up the paper, dirty from the dusty ground to read what was written on it.
Curiously, the lines read:
I love you, I love you. I promise, I will never play chess again
Doesn't that fuel your imagination somehow? I invite you to make up a little story around those facts... let's see what you come up with!

K, first line...
He could never remember - did the horse thing jump in the l-shape, or was it the elephant?

In the words of Sage: "Don't quit your dayjob yet." Somehow I wasn't imagining this as a comedy although I never let a good pun pass by myself (or a bad one, for that matter). Well, fair enough.
My story would start like this:
He had everything thought out until the last move. He had calculated all the possibilities, all the logical reactions and all the consequences. Yet there was one thing that he hadn't taken into account and that would prove his undoing: He was not only the player, but also a piece...

You're supposed to continue from my line...
Anywez, i'll take off on your start
..unfortunately, he couldn't figure out which piece he was. The agility of the horse intrigued him, but a childhood trauma left him scarred, and forever vary of the L-shape (but that's a story for another day).
Ofcourse, he identified his love for peanuts as a sub-conscious desire to be the elephant, but the pachyderms never forgot, and he could barely remember his head if it wasn't screwed on...

Elephant? Horse? He had come to a point where he couldn't tell game and reality apart. This damned addiction to eating peanut butter sandwhiches! One day his clogged arteries would put an end to his career as a chess master.

But till that day, he'd treat life like a black-and-white chessboard...

And now it was time to check the queen...

Hah, an abrupt end. No doubt Jorgo was flabbergasted...

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