Basketball Novels Novels & Stories

Chapters turned into a story. And before I could catch my breath, it was no longer a coping mechanism. It was a novel. In my story, the characters aren’t named Stacey and Noah, but anyone who truly looked could recognize us in the margins. The male lead is a basketball player with a fire in his eyes and the weight of his dreams pressing hard on his back. The female lead is older, cautious, guarding her heart like it’s glass but unable to resist the pull of something dangerous, something real.

I turned myself around and buried my head into James’s chest as I pleaded in a whisper. “Don’t you love basketball the most?” He pretended not to hear my pleas. Before I transmigrated into the book, I was stuck in a hospital bed daily. My only hobby was watching basketball games. I thought I could finally experience the joy of playing on the court after transmigrating into the book, only to end up with this cursed milk production physique. It would be absurd to watch a player make three-pointers while spraying milk on the court! Of the three male leads, James was a skilled basketball player. As such, I often watched him play the games.

I didn't want to hear any more of it, and I couldn't believe Leon would sit and watch me get humiliated like that. Or maybe, I did believe it, I just hadn't come to terms with it. That the one person I had trusted and relied on would be the same person who would break my trust. I cleaned my eyes and walked to the basketball court. It would be empty now, and it was the perfect place to clear my mind, and then maybe write a few chapters of my novel. It was when I searched my back, that I realised my novel had fallen out. There was no sight of him and my eyes went to a certain blue eyed boy.

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".

Darius made it clear he doesn’t want her, and his brothers are all on that same page. “Desperate much.” I snorted as we watched Jane get sent packing. With the angry bitch gone, we made our way to the table. Grinning as we set our trays down sitting. I could tell Darius didn’t want us there. Too bad. “Hey, Frost.” I greeted. “Hi Riko, right? I’m Collin, and I play basketball with Frost. This is Jeremy, and he plays baseball with him. And they’re Isaiah and Lucas. They both play football with him.” I smiled, offering my hand.

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The weight of three short words someone died settled heavily over the room, refusing to be displaced. I stared at Jace, trying to process the shift in him; the arrogant, untouchable team captain had completely vanished, replaced by someone visibly haunted by a memory he had tried for months to bury. When he finally revealed that the dead player was Ethan Cole, a member of our fiercest rivals at Westbrook University, the championship game from seven months prior suddenly morphed into something far more sinister. Back then, my world had ended with a one-point loss, the roar of the crowd, and Jace stealing the ball to seal our defeat. I had spent months nurturing a bitter grudge over a basketba

I stand up to stretch and Nova and Rylie does the same; we decide to get refreshments as well as take a bathroom break. "What do you think about the game so far," Nova asks me while we're waiting in line for the bathroom. "It's good and intense. I didn't know basketball could be this exciting or passionate," I say stretching again. "Yeah, basketball games can be really fun and entertaining," Nova says moving with the line. "What do you thing about your boy out there," Rylie asks with a sly look on her face. "He looks really good and smooth," I say smiling. "Yeah girl, he is a bomb basketball player," Rylie says smiling back.