Novel & Cerita Basketball Dream

Sighing as I lie on my bed under the covers, I grab my phone off the night stand to unplug it in order to call Vance and he answers on the second ring; "Hey Li-Li, what's up?" "Can I talk to you about something?" I ask him worried. "Of course you can, you know this?" he teases lightly yet serious. Biting my lip before I answer; "I received a letter today in the mail from a guy I knew in San Diego; he was here the day of the boys' birthday party. He told me he loves me and always has; and he's willing to give everything up for us and be another positive male role model in their lives and he assured that he doesn't want to replace Luke in their lives."

Finally when her lungs filled with enough oxygen and her heart come at its normal pace ,she look up at him. "What the hell you are doing here?" She growled. But seeing his expression she shut it. "I mean why are you here at this hour , she sugar coat it as much she can. She waited and waited and waited. He simply pick his bag and continue his walk. Her eyes then fall on his shirt , he is wearing sports dress, and her eyes gleam with an idea. "Mr. Mute can you please give me training of basketball. I know you are champion . Please I bet with someone. My reputation drown in muddy lake. How can you see your friend like that" she muttered following him side by side.

The 19years old strolled to her bathroom and decided to have a shower before starting her day properly, she'd call her Boyfriend and brother too, though she didn't know if her careless dad had done so. ~ Oxford, stroke noon and the 12 O'clock oxford bells chimed loudly waking the napping dogs and sleeping babies, companies going into break and the superstores filled with buyers. Joachim Mateo, clad in a brown raincoat in the Drizzling afternoon walked into a book store which was opposite a south African student club building, He pulled down his hood, stared around the store before catching a sight of The keeper stretched on the floor in a corner of the room, his head below a wooden desk and

Sophisticated, so to say. “You play basketball?” she asked, eager to start a conversation. “I play for the Boston leagues” She nodded, impressed. “That’s cool” “I love basketball but I can neither play nor watch” “Why wouldn’t you love it” he said ignorantly. “Been playing since I was a kid in Boston. I got trained and scouted into a team that trains ballers into professionals. The coach helps you get signed into the top clubs and he in turn gets a share of your money for a period of time, as stated in the preliminary contract”

“I just don’t know how to be enough.” “Adonis,” I said softly, “you don’t have to prove anything. Not to your dad. Not to your coach. Not even to me.” “You don’t get it,” he said, his voice tightening. “If I’m not good at basketball, then I’m nothing. That’s what people expect. That’s what I expect from myself.” “You’re wrong,” I whispered. “You’re more than just basketball.” He didn’t answer right away. He stared down at the grass, pulling at the blades between his fingers.

His heart was still hammering from the dream he’d woken up from twenty minutes ago, the one that left sticky evidence in his boxers and a rush of panic so sharp he’d nearly thrown his sheets across the room. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. Marcus’s hands. Marcus’s mouth. The way dream-Marcus had pinned him down on the court after everyone else left, whispering things that made Ethan’s stomach flip even now. He’d come hard just from the fantasy, gasping into his pillow like an idiot, then spent the next ten minutes scrubbing himself raw in the shower while his mom banged on the bathroom door asking why he was running late for “that basketball thing.” He was still half-hard thinking about

Soon, he would come back and beg her, she knew it. That night while she tried to sleep, she found herself dreaming, a rather scary dream that was not too far from reality. In that dream, Derek was suffocating her with the exact pillow on the bed she was lying on, and beside him, Scarlett stood with a shovel and a white sheet with which they would wrap her body. Naya was there too, dapping at his head with a small handclothe while he squeezed the life out of Nancy. She woke up with a fever and wound her hand around her neck protectively, there was no one in the room. The house was quiet, if anything.

It has been five days and I have had the same dream, about the woman in white, asking me to stop Harper from 'making the mistake of his life by marking another female'. I felt like I was watching a video play, again and again. It was Thursday today and the dream had plagued all my waking thoughts, the image of the white woman practically begging me to stop Harper.

The familiar bounce of the basketball echoed in the distance, a melody that always promised solace. As I stepped onto the court, I grabbed a ball, the familiar weight of the ball in my hands, I felt a great sense of control, a moment of escape from the tangled web of my family dynamics. The sun casted long shadows as I started to dribble, reminded myself that I just wanted to be better, to find a space where I could excel without the weight of expectations. The familiar aroma of sweat and the rhythmic sounds of basketball echoed as I approached the court. My Coach, a seasoned mentor with a grizzled beard, stood on the sidelines, clipboard in hand. He looked up, a knowing twinkle in his eye a

“Mum do you come here everyday with Moon?” “At first, when he first joined the basketball club, I had to bring him here and take him back home, I didn't want the driver to always bring him cause he said that walking is a form of exercise for him, he has never used a car to come here and that's why all the time you see him rushing off for practice, running on the road, at first I was afraid he's so little what if something happens to him, but then even at a small age he was so smart and promised me to take care of himself, and he has friends who lived around our neighythat are also in the same team with us so going with group of friends kind of calmed me down, he started playing basketball si