Novel & Cerita Basketball Fiction

Rex POV The sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished gym floor echoed through the air as I sank another three-pointer. Cheers erupted from my teammates, and I shot them a lazy grin, basking in the attention. Basketball was my kingdom, and I was the king—captain of the team, the school's bad boy, and, apparently, every girl’s fantasy. But there was one girl who wasn’t falling over herself to get my attention, and that fact annoyed the hell out of me. Jenna Walker.

“It’s a lie. You’re joking. Who doesn’t know Kent? The most popular young basketballer from Grammie high-school.” “Hmm. nice.” I replied nonchalantly. Bella blew at her face with her finger. “Tell me I’m dreaming.” I narrowed my eyes on her. I was more than glad to knock her out of her delusion. I pinched her by her sides and she jumped. “No, you’re not dreaming.” I laughed as she frowned. “You–” she was about to come out, but an announcement was made that the game was starting in the next two minutes. Her attention was shifted and she sat quickly, waiting for the game.

“It’s indeed my dream, but I won’t leave you always. I only accepted their offer because I’ve never had the chance to befriend others. Anyways, they canceled me out.” “Why?” Gwen and I asked in chorus. “They lost the game because of me. I don’t know how to play basketball. I thought it was similar to the arcade and virtual ones. I have this game on my phone wherein it’s similar to basketball. I thought it was the same as the real one. But I never shot a goal even once.” Gwen knocked on Aki’s forehead. “Fool! That’s not how you play basketball. And you deserved to be canceled like that because you left a woman hanging in this gazebo all alone herself.”

After teaching their last lesson, the man clapped his hands together, excited about how to make a cheesy topic and spoke to the crowd, " So who is joining in this year's basketball team?" Viona watched as a number of hands lifted up in the air at once. Alaric leant beside her ears to whisper something lowly, " Do you like Basketball ball?" Viona held the urge of whining herself at his voice. Her eyes twinkled in excitement as she made an abrupt statement, " Well..I would love to..But I don't know how to play like a professional." A tenderness flooded through Alaric's expression. He smiled gleefully and offered after a deep thought,

"He owed money to very dangerous people. Half a million dollars to a loan shark named Lucas Ross. He decided that the best way to pay it back was to rig basketball games by getting Liam kicked off the team." The hallway felt colder as she spoke, as if the temperature had dropped several degrees. Charlotte's face had gone pale, and she reached out to steady herself against the trophy case beside them. "That's insane," Charlotte breathed. "That's absolutely insane. How could anyone think that would work?" "It almost did work," Deborah said, her voice carrying a note of bitterness. "Everyone believed the lies he planted. The coach kicked Liam off the team, his teammates turned against him, and

For today's daily dose of creative start, we will be looking at: "The Writer as a Basketball Player". Without doubt, our daily dose of Creative Start was "inspired" by the great African literary giant, Chinua Achebe's work: "The Novelist as a Teacher".

But I don't want him to think that I don't like his gimmick, so even though I'm in a dress today, I joined basketball. The length of my dress is below the knee so I have no fear of being seen. Definitely one more thing, it's not a fitted type of dress so I won't have trouble moving or running. "Are you wise, Sister? Even dribble a ball?” Fin asked me, one of my allies. Because the group was divided and my team and I will compete against Israel's team. He had the initiative for that, huh? "I really don't know anything about this game, but the guy I'm with is reprimanding me, even including me in his life trips."

As much as I wanted to stay with him, to talk to him, and to know more about him, I couldn’t bring to convince myself. The next day in the basketball gym, I pretended nothing had happened. We had an exhausting training when we only had two more days left before the tournament. I went to the locker room right after cleaning the gym and took a few hours of sleep after drafting a new chapter for my BL book titled “Boy’s Love and Beyond.” My very first book was with me and Christoph as the main protagonists of the story. Six hours later, I was caught by surprise when someone’s arm was wrapped around my chest.

Actually, I went very near to them and I even joined them playing basketball, though I didn't know how to shoot that ball, there was nothing to lose if I tried. My intention was not totally playing balls, but to hurt the ball boy and make him show his anger to me, so that he would asked me to play one on one, but I didn't really want to play, I wanted a real fight and to kill that ball boy, so that it would end. I had not got any points in shooting the ball to the ring, but I got many points in hurting him, as I did many fouls.

—was already knitting beneath her skin like a secret net. We scattered to our tasks. For once, the work felt like priesthood: ritual, precision, a collective belief that order is stronger than malice. Jennifer and I sat shoulder to shoulder at the corner table with the “ledger,” composing entries in handwriting that looked convincingly unprofessional. I found it disturbingly easy to write the fiction of a fight: V signs, L ignores, note left on bar. Jennifer added: Petty cash—missing?—ask Nadia; Nadia says ask Victor. We dated some entries a month back, some last week, some yesterday—just chaotic enough to read real.