Athletes Novels & Stories

If athletes switched pay with teachers and police officers, our world would be a better place. I didn’t think I could fake my mental dislike of jocks or my body’s lust for them. I could see myself salivating at their muscles with a sneer on my face. I’d sat brooding for so long, my screensaver popped up. I hit the “enter” key and clicked on G****e. Two hours later, I was more confused than ever. The terminology alone had my head aching—scrum, maul, ruck—where did they come up with this shit? My frustration had me Googling Van Stelson because nowhere on my documentation was his brother’s name mentioned. “Great,” I muttered aloud when Van’s face flashed on the s

On the sprawling grounds, clusters of students were gathered, some rehearsing their dance routines for the cultural performances, while others cheered for their favourite teams in various sports events. The main stage had become a hub of creativity, showcasing vibrant dance battles, dramatic theatre performances, and soulful musical competitions. Everywhere you looked, there was an explosion of colour—students dressed in beautiful attires for the cultural events while athletes wore their team jerseys with pride. In the sports arenas, fierce competitions were underway, from football, basketball and volleyball matches to athletics and martial arts. The audience

Guys practically lined up to ask her out. I was a five-sport athlete and was a starter for our school in every one of those sports. It consumed pretty much all of my time. It always pisses me off when some knucklehead dismissively refers to competitive athletes as "dumb jocks." Usually they are lazy slobs who like to think of themselves as intellectuals. They have no idea how much hard work, dedication, and honest-to-goodness brain power it takes to compete and win, even at the high school level.