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So I’ll meet it head on, alone, oh well, how wonderful the world is despite this seclusion, somehow. How I drink in this delicate intransience, know it so much more intimately all the while, wow, nothing stands still, the ground itself is turning around you now. So I’ll meet it head on, somehow, if I can muster the cleverness to figure out how, with a cat as my side; kick! Meow. Now it’s so impermanent, what’s next? I only hope I might meet it head on, brace for impact and all that, seeing as how I’m going about it by myself, this solitary combat. Maybe that’s exactly what is supposed to happen next, who knows? You— my inaccessible soul mate, how wonderful despite our universes of distance. Wow, somehow, alone we’re wonderful: intimately impermanent, drinking in intransient impacts, meeting the world head on with our sidekicks pets, textual tricks, mystic expectations and our indignant YES. I accept this, embrace it, this ridiculous set of circumstance that culminates in myself – me: this small, vulnerable entity, doing my best to cobble together the mess of incoming senses, attempting to combine them in something resembling rational coherence…! This integrative skirmish with the angel of experience, carrying on till dawn, I’ll meet it head on, somehow, wow, I’m alone and despite all the wisdom I imagine I’ve accrued, I am still easily wounded, even when bracing for impact. I only hope some reward is around the bend, that if I meet all this head on, with faith, that my loneliness is also intransient and that even I, might be paired with some soul mate made to blend with my being. Oh well, what’s next? If I can muster the cleverness to keep up and the confidence to meet it head on, them maybe despite this seclusion I’ll survive, endure, succeed and find some wondrous surprise, answer, escape, reward for my trials. Who knows? Maybe that is what is supposed to happen next.

Kiss my lips, only to make them yours, I have no less to give, yet you still want more! Pushing my breath form my chest, all I can give is my worst, yet you want my best! Free my mind so once more I can see, that without you I am still me. Walk away so I can disappear, stop believing because all I have are my fears! Let my sweaty hand hold there own, for once what was given is now not shown. Let me fall back into my slumber, because in my sleep I am not left to wonder! Fain not at my demise, because you did not recognize me when I was alive. Allow me to fall away, because I am me, and me I will stay!

On my way..... Driving along the dual carriageway Engulfed by the beauty of oranges', reds and browns MY music blaring out Singing at the top of my voice This is my moment The in between of hustle and bustle The traffic lights turn red A welcome pause, In this transitional place. Alas the light goes green on I must travel I arrive and pull the brake Let out a deep sigh Click off the music, wishing..... I could hold on to this momentary pause.

Hi, my friend is a chess coach. He asked me to ask if anyone knew any good sites to get some teaching material from or If anyone had some he could have such as e-book and pdf files. Thanks. If you do can you tell me so I can past it on to him. I am also in need of study material, because in 13 days I am competing in Melbourne in the Australian Nationals. Wish me luck! So I need any sites, e-book and thing at all relating to chess, including openigs, tactics and endgames any thing at all. It's all helpful. Thanks Please forward it to beaukblb@iprimus.com.au DON'T POST IT BELOW THIS MESSAGE PLEASE!

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I hope to become a children's writer one day, and am currently writing a series. I will provide a sample. I'd like your feedback such as tips, errors and things I could add to make it better. I am also looking for a better name as the current one Gazonapedes is probably too long and hard for kids to say. Gavin the Gazonapede Garden Olympics Today was looking to be perfect the sun was shining and everything was peaceful, baby birds flew soaring above in the wonderful sky, darting in and out of the fluffy white clouds and on the horizon stood a colourful sunrise but down below at the bottom of the garden Bugsville was busy preparing for an important event. The Garden Olympics! “Hey, come back Garry!” Gavin the Gazonapede said scuttling after his mate. “Quick,” Garry called as he weaved in and out of some green leafy weeds in the back garden. “The garden Olympics are starting soon, we have to hurry,” he said stopping momentarily to breathe. “Ok, is Gabby already there?” Gavin said hurrying past Garry on his way to the magical wormhole. “Yes!” Garry replied catching up to Gavin sprinting. A while later Gavin and Garry had reached the outskirts of the magical wormhole. It was the type of transport all the bugs of Bugsville used to get from the first half of the city also called the front garden to the second half of the city the back garden. Garry and Gavin walked into the hole and felt a swishing feeling of air as they were thrown out the other end of the wormhole. “Ahhh!” Garry said landing in a heap, his 10 legs poking out in all directions. “Come on, we don’t have all day Garry, we need to get to the grandstand today not tomorrow,” Gavin said walking past Garry. After minutes of walking they reached the grandstand. It was loud there all you could hear was cheers of the other bugs supporting there favourite bugs. “Hi Gavin and Garry, come up here we have great seats overlooking the stage,” Gabby said taking them by the hand and leading them up the rose stem dodging sharp thorns. The walk up the rose stem was slow some French bugs up the top were lost, but soon they were on there way again.

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The small blind child closed both eyes and watched as sparks flew out into the space that divides inner sight from imagination.

Hi, at this group you have wonderful poetry and stories but lack chess. Join us and play chess as well as write poetry and stories. To join the Chess Champions - go on http://www.chess.com/groups/home/the-chess-champions. I am not trying to get people to leave here just get you playing some chess with us in our chess champions community. Thanks if you join, we all appreciate (as i speak as the leader of the Chess Champions)

I am inviting members to join and enter this.. http://www.chess.com/groups/forumview/competition3

So yesterday I was working on a silly, chess-related graphics project and found myself stuck for a slogan...I knocked a couple of them around, but was never really satisfied. So I made a post in the general chess forums (or fora, if like me you prefer such flavorful constructions), and got a couple of uninspiring responses. Just this morning, though, I thought to myself, "Gee, wouldn't it be great if there was some group of people I knew who were good with words?" So at the risk of being thought a self-aggrandizing fool, I implore your help on http://www.chess.com/forum/view/general/anand-08-bumper-sticker-slogan

I havn't given these two a title so if anyone can think of a decent one i'de be grateful. Sleepless inside, wring me out fluid thinking, nagging doubt deep between my shallow self leave the old me on the shelf turn around, watch me go Switch over to a different show up and down, the flick of a switch truth or dare? I can't decide which Fate or fact? How to choose Heads i win, tails you lose Sing a song, shed a tear The furthest away i wish were near Can't control as i fall Pull me in. Be my thrall Exact revenge in my stead These thoughts invade my fragile head. And the next one goes like so: Dip inside my fragile mind See the sights i hide behind Take my hand, i'll show you round Guide you through my hunting ground We'll walk the fields of forgotten dreams then pass through the hell where my soul screams We'll take a swim in my lost love And watch my memories fly above We'll shoot them down and watch them fall then screw them up into a ball Leave them lying on the floor Because i don't need them anymore. There we go, i do have quite a few more poems dotted about my place and in time i'll add a few here and there. Hope you enjoyed reading my thoughts and please feel free to let me know yours. Cheers, Rich.

Hey everyone - I figure we ought to have a place where we can just have relaxed discussion about anything and everything - a place for just saying hello and being friendly and such. So feel free to share what's been happening with you lately, funny anecdotes, how your games are going in our tourney, scream about writer's block, tell us a neat idea/dream you had, mild complaints, how awesome LOB is, this kindof thing. Anyways, I hope you're all still enjoying having this group here... and oh, if you haven't already, do pop into the competition thread, have a quick once over and make sure to send LOB your vote for your favorite contribution so we can declare a winner soon, eh? Or heck, just post a funny picture or two. ~Rael X

The paragraph that you were NEVER meant to see... A will that should have NEVER been written... The brainchild previously SECRET in KevinDubrow's mind... It will have EVERYONE asking... "Wait, what?" THIS, ahem, this, was just an after thought that I didn't get around to for a while. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Idiot girl. Now, I can take your queen.” Catherine remained silent. She always did when facing the, as her mother would put it, “prickly” master of the mansion in which she lived, along with her mother, a maid, and father, a chauffer lived in. Despite her parent’s humble career paths, she knew she was lucky compared to other black families. They lived well, with the food, living quarters, and health that most Americans in the 70’s had. Sitting by the fireplace now, she studied the elaborate chess board that Smithers, the retired owner of the third largest oil company in the world, had owned for countless years. Looking more closely now, she saw it. Of course. That seemingly helpless bishop was in fact just part of an elaborate trap to take her queen, and fork her two rooks. “I should have known,” Catherine thought as she got up to get Smithers a second cup of brandy. As far as she knew, Smithers never made mistakes. From Starting out as the owner of a gas station, to playing chess on winter nights, he did everything right. As Smithers drank deeply from his glass, he looked at Catherine down the bridge of his nose. “I swear, as long as I live, you will never beat me.” Catherine knew it was true. Suddenly Smithers made jerking movements. A heart attack. Panicking, Catherine franticiy tried remembering something from the middle school she went to, but nothing came to mind. She watched, horrified, as he slumped to the floor. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Get ready! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Catherine glanced at her watch. She and the rest of the staff and their familys were listening for the reading of the will. She had gotten taller, as her mother kept telling her over her pictures from the year before, when Smithers had died. She had pretty much been zoning out, wondering when it would be over. As far as she knew, Smithers was a cold, heartless man. Suddenly, she heard her name. "and for Catherine, an $100,000 colledge fund, you were the most intelligent person here, other than me." She started. Maybe, deep inside, Smithers was a caring person. "And I told you you would never beat me." Catherine frowned. Nope, cold and heartless. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This was the origanal ending paragraph. "Later that night, when the ambulance carted Smithers off, Catherine knew he was dead. As she put away the chess board for the last time, she noticed something. She couldn’t believe it. She put the board back on the table, moved the last bishop to D2, and whispered to herself, “checkmate.” Right then a scrap of paper fell from underneath the chess board. “As long as I live,” It read. Catherine shook her head. Even when he was dead, Smithers was never wrong." After I thought about it, that ending was kind of inexplicable. I mean, how would he know he would die? I wanted Smithers to seem smart, but not like, psychic.

an Untitled poem for your consideration   An external noise emits Displacing thine intent Preside in the inconvience Lie by the the chems to redeem with Dirty wishes emerge Suffused with empty words Today is my age of anxiety Try eleven floors of society

Seeing as the school year's begun, I thought it would be fitting to write this poem in 15 minutes. (and immediately paste it on a collage I had to make for middle school)                       The Test Straight-A kids, all-night crammers, did some shoulder rolls, 80 percent think they’ll pass, said the college polls. One by one, they all sat down, not a word passed through the room. A crackling voice rang through the air: “It’s our imminent doom!”   The teacher stepped in, Void of chargrin, “All right, now begin.”   Pencil clashed with paper, answers were quite rare, ‘Twas a losing battle, the air thick with despair.               People on the dean’s list, perfectionists as well,               To passing they said farewell.   Only Johnny knew an answer that gave him campus fame, The only thing written that day, was little Johnny’s name.   The 3rd and 4th rhyme in the 3 paragraph bites, but I couldn't think of anything else.

Chess and cigars enjoyed by peasants and czars all engrossed in the game of madness and genius one pushes a pawn the other advances a knight and says: Ahhh now that is the difference between us

The wind wipped my hair as I ran, searching for cover, screaming for help. I dashed to the storm shelter hoping to find my sister. Once I reached the cellar I yanked on the handle. It was jammed shut. I pounded on the door screaming and yelling to see if any one was inside. No answer. I crumpled into a ball on the door. Suddenly it opened to reveal a face. It was familiar. Strangely familiar. Yet I seemed not to know it. The face in the doorway began talking in that short sharp tone that I had hoped never to hear again.  "You should have known that we would catch up with you eventually Armand" said the face.  "P-p-please Alex" I stammered, "what have you done with Roberta"?  Alex stepped out of the doorway with his long blond hair hanging freely past his shoulders.  The cuts on his face seemed out of place with his almost perfect features.   My eyes then turned to what he was wearing around his neck.  My heart skipped a beat. It was Roberta's necklace. "You killed her, didn't you?" I wanted to yell at him to scream, but what I said was only a whisper. "Of course I didn't. I need people like her for information." He smiled sourly. "Like the kind that I'm going to get from you." He took a step towards me. I was paralyzed with fright. I knew it was no use to run. I picked myself slowly of the floor. Now tears came, "What do you want? If you just let me see her, assure me she's save, I'll give you any information you need." Alex grinned an ugly grin, and pushed me forwards, into the storm shelter.

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