Basketball Dream Novels & Stories

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

“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.

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

She quickly wiped her eyes not wanting to think about how nervous she was at seeing her father again. She wondered if she would finally meet her baby brother, she had seen him on TV. He was a basketball star, it is being said that he would be the first player to ever, be able to pick whom he wanted to play for. If it was true then he would be making history. No one in the history of basketball has ever had that kind of power. He was wanted by nearly every single NBA team. She wished that she could get to know her brother, but she was told a long time ago that it wasn't possible.

"Mr. Beddington, I'm here today to ask for Luna's hand in marriage." "Huh?" Jasper's lips turned up in a smile. He approached me, lowered his voice, and asked, "Luna, will you marry me?"

I usually slipped in, watched for a bit, then vanished before anyone truly noticed, but today… today I just couldn't tear my gaze away. My eyes kept drifting to Andrew, a magnetic pull I couldn't resist. He was on the sidelines, his presence commanding, instructing the team, his voice a steady rumble of encouragement every time a shot swished through the net. Basketball wasn't just a game to me; it was my dream, a future I refused to lose. And Andrew… he was handsome, undeniably so. There was an authority to him, a quiet respect his presence demanded.

I opened my eyes, staring at the dark room as I awoke from the dream of my past once more and a silent tear escaped my eyes. Now Basketball doesn't only remind me that I once had a friend. It reminded me that I was lonely once more.

“C’mon man. Think about it. This is our last year in high school, and you two will be separated. Are you okay that you haven’t declared your feelings yet?” “I get your point, but I also told you we’re just friends -- Good friends!” “Who are you trying to convince… me?” “Never mind. Let’s talk about our basketball try-outs instead.” “Oh! The try-out. I’m not going.” “Why?” “I got busted, man. You know my dream really is to go to Seoul to study. And basketball is only a hobby for me. I joined the practice because I wanted to play with you but never expected I’ll make it to the try-out. I received a hard scolding from my mom when she found out. Good luck, though.”