Basketball Diaries Novels & Stories

Diane’s POV I turn another page in Mom’s diary, my heart already heavy from everything I’ve read so far. The handwriting on this entry is different. It’s shakier and more hurried, like she was writing through tears and fear. --- July 22, 1998* I think I need to leave him.

And the monster’s victory is so complete, it leaves you wondering if you’re reading the journal of the victim… or the secret, proud biography of the victor. Then, after a long pause, Adam lifted the diary again. His thumb brushed along the edge of the next page. “…Okay,” he whispered. And he opened the diary. ——— Episode 20 – Pool Party The envelope was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of chlorine and expensive perfume. Mason’s name was scrawled across the front in a looping, feminine hand. He slit it open with a thumb, his calloused fingers a stark contrast to the delicate stationery. Inside, on a cardstock the color of a summer sky, were the words:

“Nothing much.” But my heart twisted as soon as I said the name. Because it didn’t feel like nothing. The night had been replaying in my mind like a movie on a constant loop. By mid-afternoon, Nora was helping me finish my shift at the hotel. Sometimes she came along like that just to keep me company while I worked. She leaned against my cart scrolling through her phone. “Ugh,” she said dramatically. “Why are basketball players so damn hot?” I laughed weakly. “You and your athletes.”

my head is still filled with this insane images and I didn't need some boy problems now the locker room was empty when I got there, perfect just what I needed , silence. I sat down slowly, my hands trembling slightly as I opened my bag. the diary was still there, staring at the cover, the bright colors, the stickers filled it front and back, the pink, purple, blue, white, red, all the fucking colors you can think of, it was her, literally and metaphorically her, it was supposed to be filled with adventures and names of friends but instead it corrupted with one persons name, it's so sickening how someone turned something so bright to something so dark, my hands tightens around the book , tear

Joe’s POV Forty minutes of deadlifts and I could feel my head clearing, the noise from the morning separating itself from the static and settling somewhere manageable. By the time I moved to the bench press, my breathing was even, my hands were steady, and I had successfully not thought about Maryse O’Hanigan for eleven consecutive minutes, which was a personal record for the day. The basketball court was exactly what I needed next. Movement, competition, and the clean, uncomplicated language of a ball going through a net.

Suddenly, she caught sight of a photo of them on his desk. It was taken on the day they joined a competition together and won first place. Beside the photo was a diary. Lindsey couldn't resist opening the diary and reading it. "Today I met a really beautiful young lady. Her voice is lovely, but she's a little shy. "Her name is Lindsey. What a nice name. I heard she's the top scorer of the university entrance exams and my junior in the same course. "Today she came to our club interview and also watched my basketball game. I think I might like her.

Duke sat motionless on the edge of Selene’s bed, the room cloaked in a silence so heavy it felt suffocating. His hands trembled slightly as he held her diary — the worn leather cover soft beneath his fingertips, yet it might as well have been made of knives, each page cutting deeper than the last. He read the words over and over again, unable to believe what he was seeing. The pages revealed secrets she had carefully concealed: how she had trailed him from a distance, stealthily stealing glances. She had accompanied her cousin Alliyah to watch him play basketball at his university, sitting quietly among the crowd so he wouldn't notice her.

CHAPTER 5 BELLA He told me the next morning while he poured coffee like the night before hadn’t left me walking sore and full of him. “From today you’re on a schedule,” Dominic said. “A soon-to-be-wife schedule.” Later, he dragged me down to the gym. The gym was a private floor in the building with glass and machines that looked like they’d never met sweat before me. He put me on a treadmill and stood where he could see my face and I said, “I don’t work out for men who keep me.”

He had no face to get up anymore. At one side, Leo also widened his eyes, his face full of astonishment. The audience burst into deafening cheers. After being called the Piano Prince, David now had a new title. The Basketball Prince. It was pretty clear who would score the next shot. After David caught the ball, he did a dashing back-to-the-basket shot. The ball entered the basket without touching the net. Team David 11 VS Team Leo 8. Did David not need to look at the basket when he made the shot?

He grabbed all the diaries and threw them at my feet. Suddenly, all the diaries started flying around me. They were circling around me. My eyes went wide as the diaries started burning. In no time, all the diaries were turned into ashes. There was a spark of blue light literally standing in front of me. I gasped loudly as that spark threw itself on me. I was expecting unbearable pain. But inside, my body absorbed that spark.