The Basketball Game

This basketball game was definitely not any ordinary basketball match because it was going to decide their fate. Joe, Stephen, Carmel, Veronica and Edward – all of their fates. They were sitting ducks. They had decided to stay there that night.

“What will happen tomorrow!” exclaimed Carmel. Joe knew that they would have to win the game in order to protect their 300 year old dark secret. Not only that, but his beloved Irina was being held captive by James. You see – Joe, Carmel, Veronica, Stephen and Edward were the five children of the Irish Witch Colony. They had some inhuman powers within themselves which they had kept hidden from the human world. But one human knew about it. It was Irina. As Joe was in love with her, he had revealed his truth to her and she accepted him with it and promised to keep it secret.
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Brian

Brian was on his way from his house to go down to the playground basketball courts at the local junior high school. This had been a popular place to play basketball pickup games for the neighborhood kids for many years. He was a natural athlete and had very quick hands and feet. Not only did he have quick feet, but he was also very fast. He was able to move and react very quickly and move up and down the court with breath taking speed. His movements were cat-quick and he had no fear of leaping into the air or onto the ground chasing after loose balls. Continue reading “Brian”

Follow Your Dreams

John loved sports.  It could not be stated any plainer.  Football, basketball, baseball, soccer, lacrosse, rugby, you name it – he loved it.  He loved playing, he loved watching, and he loved cheering on his favorite teams.  He would go to the stadiums in torrential downpours and near blizzards.  He would go on scorching hot days when the stadium seats were nearly melting and ice cream did not stand a chance.At home John would turn on his 80 inch Hi-Def. LED TV  and “coach” his team by yelling at them what they should do, or should’ve done, or what they’re doing wrong.  It made no difference to him that no one could hear him except his dog. Continue reading “Follow Your Dreams”

The Story Of Rambuss

You There!…Yes you…come here…yes…closer…closer…and I will tell you about THE STORY OF RAMBUSS!  Many years ago we were gathered around talking. One by one others of our group joined us.  And the same thing happened.  Each one would speak in turn with awe and respect in the tone of their voice of a being called RAMBUSS.

I remember thinking WTF is a RAMBUSS??  Still more and more came spouting words about the tales and superhuman deeds of Rambuss.  This piqued my curiosity and I had to find out more. I had to see for myself about this mystical, magical, awesome being. Continue reading “The Story Of Rambuss”

Lost And Found

by ambergalore

The streets of Downtown Detroit were buzzing with faces from all walks of life; from the rich to the poor, from the sad to the happy.  You could find all different types of people roaming around this bustling metro city.  Jamal wasn’t quite sure where he fit in there.  He definitely wasn’t rich and he wasn’t sad, nor was he poor or happy.  There didn’t quite seem to be a niche that he fit into or felt comfortable in.  For this reason he spent most of his days alone, wandering the downtown streets and watching other people living their life, since he felt he was missing out on his.  Since his brother Marcus left for college he felt even more alone.  At least when he was home they would play a few rounds of basketball in the evening before the sun began to set. Continue reading “Lost And Found”

One Mistake

by ambergalore

Kenneth was 17 years old when he was arrested for breaking and entering a private property.  It was that day that his life stopped.  Up until that day he had made good grades, was on the basketball team, and had a great set of friends, or so he thought.  Late one night on a cold November’s eve his friend Chris asked him to help move a TV.  It was a simple request and Chris had helped him out countless times, so he was quick to agree.  While the circumstances seemed suspicious to him;  the house being dark, no one being home, asking to not make too much sound, he went along with it anyway.  In retrospect, as he got sentenced to 3 years in prison, he wished he would have followed his gut instinct. Continue reading “One Mistake”

The Strangest Game

by BigGeorge

Edwin P. Ruggles was his given name, Eddie to friends and Edwin to the country club crowd, as Eddie called them, and, despised them.  Eddie was being groomed to be a lawyer and expected to follow in his fathers footsteps as a partner at the prestigious law firm of Rau, Ruggles and Pruitt in Boston Mass.  It was to the anguish of his father Albert Ruggles that Edwin took a great interest in sports, and although sports and teamwork was not only important in business and a prerequisite for graduation at Edwin’s prestigious Springfield Business College, his father was concerned that his son had taken too great of an interest in sports. Continue reading “The Strangest Game”

The Star Basketball Player Case

by alexifrest

Alexi walked across the huge underground parking lot.  Her footsteps sounded like loud, shuffling thuds.  Pale, whitish electric lights lit the massive, bare walls and the rough concrete floor, yet the place seemed dark.  Alexi was searching the left corner at the far end of the parking garage.  If crime news websites got it right, it was the spot where Layne Holmes was murdered. Continue reading “The Star Basketball Player Case”

The Recruiter

by Dawn Hunter

The administration has a habit of sending me vibes of dissent.  They don’t approve of my meticulous screening process when cutting down on the dozens of students, all of whom typically show promise.  Deciding to place one guy on JV instead of Varsity isn’t so bad, but when it comes down to it, there are always the talented players who get shafted on account of there not being enough space on the roster.  I’m committed to these kids.  Yeah, I want – I need – the best on my team, but it’s hard to shake the feeling that I owe some of these rejected athletes something more: an explanation for why they were one point of measurement away from displacing the next guy. Continue reading “The Recruiter”