Random Short Fiction #2
The impossible configuration

One move, just one move, but she couldn't see it.

She recognized the board. She new she was just one move from checkmate. Yet, she was baffled by the position of the pieces. There was no way the game could have reached this state. She once found it shown in a rater mediocre chess book as an exercise. But finding it to be impossible to reach that board configuration she dismissed the problem without attempting to solve it.

Now this young man, who never really showed to be a good chess player when he was alive is defeating her in the only game that she ever played and has knew for an eternity. Humiliating her, this lad has pushed her to this unexplainable position after weeks of constant mind exertion, leaving her with one last opportunity to prove her invincibility. But this all seems more like an elaborate taunt, a laugh at her misery. Like if the youngster knew from the beginning that this move would rob her of all pride and sanity.

He was giving her a simple choice. She could continue pondering the problem until finding the right move, winning the game and sending him to were his destiny appointed. But losing her mind in the process, accepting something that was not possible. A reality that could not be foreordained by destiny in the first place. The other choice was to make the wrong move, resign, and let his opponent win his return to reality. Not accepting that this game could have happened in the first place.

When her mind slipped? When he altered the board without her noticing the least? How could an intellectually arrogant but ultimately stupid man like him, who drown himself to death in alcohol while writing subpar poetry in a bar, could shown himself to be as cunning and deceiving as he bragged to be in his own fucked up reality? Maybe it is time to give up destiny and give the man what he wants instead of what he deserves. For all arrogant fools, including her, deserve, after ten million days of luck, the deepest downfall.

Death has been cheated.
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This story didn't ended the way I expected. Maybe I was fooled too.
- posted by TestName @ 11:53 PM

 
Random Short Fiction #1
Aspirins

There's no need for you because the pain I feel you can't handle. The fever that boils my blood you won't stop. But I still will take you. And I'll take you because I want you to hurt me, I want you to make my stomach bleed.

You are my poison. You'll make me forget why my soul aches, and then cut out my tears. The consciousness of the past will fade and the present will take over my mind. Maybe after this, I will hate my foolishness, but, thanks to you, I won't hate her anymore.

And if I wake up of this nightmare in a white room, either in afterlife or an hospital. It won't matter, because she won't dare hurt me again, and neither you will.
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Disclaimer: As the title says, this is entirely fictitious.
As if I needed to say it.
- posted by TestName @ 12:17 AM