A Game of Chess: Difference between revisions

When I was a little boy, about the age of 5, my grandparents told me a story that I loved. It was called, "A Game of Chess." I wanted to tell me it all the time, and I thought you'd be interested.

Here it is, but the way my grandparents told me it.

==The Story==

In Western times- the way the outlaws settled things was a simple game of chess. Whoever lost was shot in the head, and their body was disimbered - and burried outside the courtyard.

The sheriff didn't know what move to make. He then did a horrible move - and lost. The outlaw won and got the town, and the sheriff was shot.

==The Point==

The point of the story is that do not accept any challenge. That's what I think. The reason is because, the sheriff was foolish enough to accept the challenge.

"Well, t-the point of that story is to not be so foolish. If you are, then you'll accept any challenge. The scary part is that this happened when I was a kid, and that sheriff... he was my dad,"

==The Ending==

I was shocked about how my dad's dad had gotten shot. I cringed when I know looked it up. The following night, I got in bed.

"Listen, son." my dad had said. "My gun wound is right on my arm, right here."

[[Category:Deletion Log Refugees]]

[[Category:Creepypasta Trying to Be Serious but Fails]]