Chess Miracle(s)

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated account of an intelligence-man who uses chess/intelligence to literally 'transcend' the Earth-darkness of human race expression(s).

A modern society-labors 'mini-epic' drawing on the human resilience/drama story-themes from the iconic French work Les Miserables (Victor Hugo), which I think you'll like,

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I worked with blood-diamond infiltrations in British Columbia (North America) and Northern Ireland (United Kingdom) and escaped the Hell of it (mentally) with social-media recreations (e.g., Facebook-chess) with fans of modern net-activities (ha).

This is my story about escaping the sheer misery of modern normal life overground, first by graduating with great laurel(s) from Ivy-league education and then diving into intelligence-work(s) in the Western-world to avert gem-piracy from destroying overground poverty-reform talks in UK-Parliament catering to the 'troubled' Irish-Catholic underclass, with social-media 'chess' and ideations of art-avatar driven 'street' exercise(s)!

INTERPOL: Blood-diamond corruption threatens the world-gem exchange(s) and makes terrorism woe!

However, this story of my life as a 'James Bond' isn't as much about the dark mystery/misadventures of the human race as much as it's about my personal journal of the striving of emotions and the yearnings for personal expressions of self-confidence, all drawn from a very trying childhood with my alcoholic father who never saw any 'magic' of chess-stalemate diagrams or free chess-play which I earnestly sought to present to my difficult father as a 'toy' intellect for liberty's sense(s). He simply considered my chess-IQ an idle act, and it drew me to emotional woe, and I pored into the readings of great literature casting 'personal private' darkness as a lens for race ideations of great species excellence (wow).

FATHER: We've all had troubles, as I've had with my drink(s), but your 'chess' drawing is merely a child's play of Earth; I turn.

ME: Alright, troubled daddy; I know you're seeking that 'dark art' of private priesthood, and I'll part from your woeful rooms.

FATHER: Good; perhaps you'll find in 'chess' what I lacked and failed to 'gift' you as an exemplary triumph of the spirit(s), eh?

ME: Well...I'll try to remember our encounter(s) as a 'shadow' of the education of a man's way for excellence (hmm).

After the departure of my woeful father of drink(s), I decided to invest in the blood-diamond hell-drenched US-city of Chicago and invested in the corrupted insurance sphere(s) of the diamond-baron Goldfinger, who sought to store his Sierra Leone 'conflict-gems' in the bank safe-box, which I'd swap with toy beads using a nifty theater-media stunt insurance (claimed 'prepaid' act!) performance meant to veil the baron's sudden social 'duty' for delivering insurance information for Chicago's treasure eggs in the cold wintry snow (ha).

I swapped some of Goldfinger's blood-diamonds for some jewelry-pieces in the central challenged Windy-City jewelry-and-diamonds store and gifted the pieces to my darling waitress-girlfriend (Tandy) for a media-disclosure about the more 'straight' story regarding the profit-highways of insured-gems journals (wow).

I married my girlfriend and we had a son (Damian) for whom I bought an Xmas 'espionage' robot cassette-transformer toy which I explained would reflect the modern Earth-world 'intelligence' of information-exchange and cyber-communications intrigue for the defenses of capitalism, a high-mark for the capitalism 'chess' of society expression(s).

DAMIAN: Is the world really that dark, daddy?
ME: No, Damian; in fact, I got you this baseball-chess set to remind you why capitalism/competition is a 'stalemate' peace-IQ.

DAMIAN: Baseball isn't anything like chess, daddy!

ME: You're absolutely right, son; but this chess-set with sportsmanship value(s) shall remind you of the 'excellence' of toys!