The Chess Elf by Jason Ingolfsland All Rights Reserved. The fire roared inside the stone fireplace, dimly lighting the beautifully adorned den with two red chairs, a coffee table, and a thick and soft rug in the middle. An old brown piece of parchment paper stretched and coiled like a snake past the coffee table and underneath the red chair while a medium sized elf, dressed in a brown tunic and evergreen pants, read through a massive list of boys and girls begging Saint Nicholas for toys.
Preface What’s Thanksgiving without a little reading material to pass the time while you’re patiently waiting for food? I can’t think of a Thanksgiving where I haven’t sat down for a little bit and read something on the couch with the wonderful smell of turkey, mashed potatoes, and pumpkin pie filling up the house. This story came to me fairly recently and it is loosely based on true events. I will warn it is in many ways a horror, and it’s also rather disgusting. So, if you are faint of heart or have a weak stomach, perhaps consider reading this another day. If you would rather read this in PDF…