Giant Chess

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It was said they only took the oldest for pieces and the youngest to maintain the squares of the board. But they took anyone. Perched on seats made of mountains — sipping steaming cups of lakes, plucking wildlife like popcorn, snapping trees for toothpicks — the Big Ones played game after game of chess. Commands thundered, pieces moved, games and bets were won and lost until there were no Small Ones left to play the Pawns, Rooks had crumbled under crushing fists, and the Big Ones were forced to demote and all the fun was gone. It was only then they diminished.


100 words. Fiction. Feedback is always appreciated. Comments of any kind really — so long as they are related to the post.

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33 thoughts on “Giant Chess

    • Thank you Alicia! Originally I had given them a “species” name, but when I decided on the Small Ones for the people, I went with the Big Ones for the chess players. I’m glad you liked it.


    • Thank you Nan. I’ve never actually played myself. That’s so great all your guys have it to play together. I’m sure there’s more than one story on that board.


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