Story cover for SPO: Agent One by ajaxpolluxx
SPO: Agent One
  • WpView
    Reads 1,821
  • WpVote
    Votes 433
  • WpPart
    Parts 20
  • WpView
    Reads 1,821
  • WpVote
    Votes 433
  • WpPart
    Parts 20
Ongoing, First published Nov 15, 2015
Mature
We are evenly matched 
Or so I thought
So I let down my guard
Thinking I'm alright.
But I placed my bishop 
Diagonal three spaces
Perfect position to 
put you in check
Realizing that
I've made a mistake
You move your knight 
Two spaces forward, 
one to the right
Halting my advances
Leaving only my queen
To defend the pride of her king
I defend from your every move
Until you capture her.
Leaving my king exposed
And defenseless
You marvel at it but 
Are quick to place her
with the others you have
Captured and controlled 
My king scurries 
Space by space
Anxious to avoid
The inevitable capture
I am exhausted 
Avoidance of you 
is utterly impossible 
So I give in
I tip over my king 
in total surrender
How quick you are 
To it into your hands
You revel in your victory
Clinging to my king
My last piece
My last hope
But how quick you are 
to discard it
How quickly you let it 
tumble down onto the pile
But I forgot.. 
To you
This is just a game of chess

- Chess by Hannah Thomas
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add SPO: Agent One to your library and receive updates
or
Content Guidelines
You may also like
When Did My Skin Start To Burn? (Stray #1) by velthrehades
34 parts Ongoing Mature
Former Title: Fault Beneath the Stars Stray Boys Series #1 | 🍉 They told me I wasn't in the Book. That in the grand design of the Divine, there was no ink wasted on people like me. It is hard to live as a gay man in a society that is blind, or worse, a society that chooses blindness in the name of faith. They preach love while teaching us to hate ourselves. Because of them, your skin burns even while you are still far from hell. To be gay is to be mocked, bruised, prayed over like a disease, and treated as something less than human. They hurt us for one simple reason: we are not written in their "Holy Book" the way they are. We were never named. Never claimed. Not even spared a footnote. And perhaps that is why it is so easy for them to erase us. I grew up in a house heavy with rosaries and sacred texts, a home that echoed with novenas every Thursday morning. I learned early how to kneel, how to bow my head, and -- most of all -- how to hide. I buried my truth so deep that even I forgot what it sounded like to speak it aloud. It is hard to be gay. Harder when you fall in love with someone just like you. "That's wrong." "That's a sin." "You're going to hell." They say it like a prayer. But can they really blame me? Because in that so-called "sin," I finally found myself. In that love they condemn, I learned how to breathe without fear. With him, my wings grew where shame once lived. With him, my skin finally stopped burning. Book Cover By: Souriah Arts
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
When the Goddess Casts Her Spell cover
First Met [COMPLETED]  cover
I'm The Mafia's Man(BxB Series#1✔)  cover
Catching The Brightest Star [HS#2]✔ cover
Star's Downfall (COMPLETED) cover
When Did My Skin Start To Burn? (Stray #1) cover
S|He is the Lost Beauty (Transgender Series)  cover
lies we carry | wind series #1 cover
Even When I Can't Be Remembered cover
Calibrated Distance cover

When the Goddess Casts Her Spell

42 parts Complete

He was there everytime I feel alone. He was there when I have nothing much to offer. He was there when I am picking up the shattered pieces of my self.. He was there when I am reaching for my dreams. But when the universe shed it's light and blessed me, When everyone is cheering for me, When everyone is being fascinated with the physical attributes of me, When everyone is praising me, I lost the person who's always whispering sweet encouragement in my ears, I lost the person who's the reason behind my sparkling eyes. I lost the person who fought with me during my silent battles.. Now, I realized that I don't need the cheering of the crowd. I don't need everyone to love me. I don't need everyone's praises while I am on the stage. All I need is this certain person who gave me nothing but bliss. But as I reached for the universe, I lost my lucky star.