Euclid's Stalemate: Queens/Exile

Can an idealist-teacher in a challenged US-city offer 'chess-genius' to salvage a 'town' drawing away from the 'cafeteria' of experiments?

A tale of city-hope and chess-imagination, inspired very much by the modern taut street-film Fresh. Thanks for reading, 

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A certain inner-city public school in Queens (NY) was seeing great public 'street' intrigue and 'chess-IQ' surrounding debates over teacher recruits and quality of education based on funding/salary for new personnel, and Euclid, a chess-club advisor and 'cognitive-science' teacher at the school, was concerned this 'energy' surrounding investment(s) would be clouded by the streets of drugs and blood-diamond smuggler-traffic and jaded sense(s) of storytelling. He also harbored a 'dark' secret at this school-of-Queens which made him depressed, despite this sudden flurry of buzz surrounding reform(s). Follow along, in this journey-tale of valor and hope (and dangers!).

EUCLID: Queens in chess can offer real images of street-dynamics-driven 'human' or 'alien' enterprise.

EUCLID: I'm distributing mini-copies of Peter Pan to my chess/psychology students for Queens-IQ surrounding activated hope.

Euclid was a nerdy sort, and he'd immigrated from Algeria to study at Dartmouth and became a citizen of this 'New World' before taking a controversial yet 'respectable' position as a Queens troubled/challenged public-school chess/psychology teacher/educator of great idealism and considered himself a sort of modern neo-liberal for express purposes of educational vitality, and he posted Selfies of himself inside the school for social-media friend-chats regarding self-esteem...and 'wrought' expressions.

EUCLID: I want you students to think of the 'method(s)' of self-liberation through education/chess, and I'll tell you my life.

Now, this 'dark' secret he harbored concerned his troubled sister who turned away from a normal life after following his older brother to NY and became a siren of Hell with the local diamond-druglord named Jay. Now, Euclid's sister Ezzy was part of the 'problem-set' of environmental caution/dangers and her brother sought a way to get her out of the pocket(s) of Jay while resuscitating the heartbeat(s) of the Queens-chess potential-energy area which would otherwise see many school closings because of troubles/finance(s) woe.

EZZY: Euclid must visit the Queens-chess park to sit-watch youngsters play chess, so he'd teach them about stalemates!

EUCLID: Can you help me, Dalia?
DALIA: I'm just a student here, Mr. Euclid.

EUCLID: I want you to help me take-down the evil Jay-man and rescue my sister (Ezzy) by infiltrating his drug-ring(s).

DALIA: How?
EUCLID: We're going to play a 'chess-stalemate' match with Jay, the diamond-drug man of Queens-chess; you're my angel.

DALIA: How?
EUCLID: You're going to tell his minions there's a 'Queens-chess' teacher lurking with chess-prayers for drug-addicts/music.

DALIA: Why...this sounds dangerous?
EUCLID: We're going to 'stalemate' the evil Jay by making him 'visualize' the 'hologram' of street-cadence in youth-chatter.

DALIA: So he gets 'paranoid' about street-buzz and his own ignominy, Mr. Euclid?
EUCLID: I also want you to distribute mini-quiches at the local street-basketball tourney (Jay funds) for social-media photos.

DALIA: Cool.

The PR-buzz surrounding all this 'Euclid-crusade' was minimal, since Dalia was an excellent sidekick in Euclid's mission to stalemate-chess the evil Jay of Queens-chess and 'move' him to the fencing of the challenged city and 'move' him to work out of the city to consider the 'wisdom' of considering Queens a newfound 'realm' for group-wrought neo-networking. He'd certainly consider leaving this 'school-city' and departing for a more 'discreet' place for diamonds-smuggler sophistication/nets like South Africa (hmm). That was the hope, since South Africa was now being monitored for blood-diamond chess by Interpol-relations (wow).

JAY: Are you impressed, popular Queens-chess teacher I've funded half this tourney's frills for the street(s)?
EUCLID: I'm 'certain' my sister Ezzy had much to do with 'moving' you to 'hear' the sounds of street-basketball cinema, Jay.

JAY: Hmm...I'm getting weary of these 'street-sounds' (as you say) regarding youth-chatter, Euclid!

EUCLID: Have you thought of the gem-shine of a more 'e' place like Johannesburg?

JAY: Yeah...of course!

EUCLID: Then just enjoy this finance-wizardry for Queens-chess (for now), 'bad' friend of the city (ha).

JAY: Damn...you're right.

Dalia meanwhile distributed the trays of pre-made mini-quiche foods for the fans/crowds gathered at the city-cheered street-basketball tourney in the challenged area of the schools of Queens. This was excellence in choreographed chess, but it would have to be complemented by a slick blood-diamond swap performed by the sharp Euclid who'd 'trick' the drug-dealing minions carrying the smugglers-gems in their pockets, sometimes into street youth activities like the b-ball tourney (wow).

EUCLID: I've got glass beads and toy-gems in exchange(s) for your Jay-diamonds, buds.

DEALER/HANDLER: What'd you know about Jay trying to pawn-sacrifice us, school-teacher man?
EUCLID: Why, I'd been a diamond merchant friend in Algeria, buds.

DEALER/HANDLER: Keept his quiet, and Jay won't know much about all this, eh?

EUCLID: That's very cool, to all of us, buds.

DEALER/HANDLER: Alright!

Jay was run out of town, but before he did, Euclid/Dalia would have to visit him in his Queens-chess 'lair' where Ezzy (Euclid's estranged sister) was kept as his personal 'siren' of Hell, and they'd been enjoying an 'alien' film about the chess-stalemate of species-evolution competitiveness, rather appropriate for Jay's sort of sense(s).

EUCLID: I wouldn't think a cinema-IQ would appeal to a big-man like you, Jay, but feels cool.

EZZY: I sense this teacher-brother's hiding something...with his newfound 'sidekick' (Dalia), Jay my man.

JAY: Is Ezzy correct, school-teacher friend?
DALIA: Nah, we're just here to see if you'll let us take Ezzy away from your sight(s)...before your 'flight' to South Africa.

EUCLID: You did 'hint' you'd been an 'avid' fan of the complex abyss; Queens-chess seems to be dragging out the ants, no?

JAY: Maybe you're right...let's finish this enjoyable film (for now).

Why did Jay leave Queens? Did he end up in South Africa? In all likelihood, that's a realistic chance. Regardless, Euclid/Dalia snatched Ezzy away from the evil diamonds-drug man of Queens-chess and drew her to the school chess-society while Euclid continued his psychology complementary teaching(s).

DALIA: Mr. Euclid has delivered us a 'great' miracle...for the city-sense(s) of 'great' Easter(s)!

JOURNAL: To think that Selfie-culture 'wrought' school-streets 'chess-spirit(s)' raise the 'quiche' of normal-life is miraculous.

EZZY: If you' weren't genius, I'd have never left that dark lair of Jay, my brother.

EUCLID: I'm just relieved you've returned to your (original) interests in the 'innocence' of graphics/comics (art), Ezzy.

EZZY: Alright.

The moral of this 'quiche-chess' miracle fable of Queens-NY is that a scribe must never under-value the roles of human thought in any condition, especially if/when that condition spells 'pure' dangers in the face of moral apathy...or the failure(s) that come with any form of 'alien' exodus (or ends!).

THE END

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