Bleachers Novels & Stories

"But if that's the way you prefer it, I just hope you don't keep bugging me afterwards." I said and turned away from Rachel, looking at the arena with different eyes, analyzing where each group was selected and how much space they had set aside for me. I smirked, even more ironically, as if I would only use that little space for nothing. Soon my eyes fell on the bleachers, which were empty. They were basically stairs made of marble that people could sit on, with no benches to separate them or anything, very Roman style. "Great."

Crossing the field, I saw a set of bleachers, for spectators or the Royal Family to use for the outdoor ceremonies. I climbed to the top and sat on the last bench. Head in hands, fingers clenched into my curls, I closed my eyes and tried to breath. Another growl escaped in frustration until Fyre pricked up. I lifted my head and there at the bottom of the bleacher steps, looking straight up at me in wonder was Alexander.

Kids begged their parents for toys. The bleachers loomed ahead, already filling with people. Teams jogged across the field, warming up. To the right, a giant bouncy house shook with squealing children. Behind it, crews readied a hot air balloon, ropes tugging against the basket. I kept my eyes on the main field. A sign marked the home side. A few empty seats dotted the front rows. Perfect for someone alone. I slid into one, second row, and set my bag on my lap.

I need to get out here before She takes over. "Okay! Let's start the game," the speaker begins the game. Though I know I mysef is in trouble, I can't leave Alex here. I am having double thoughts and just decided to stay in one corner with less crowd. Luckily, I see that below the bleachers are some teachers that are watching the game too. I persistently squeeze myself to walk pass people and get to the little haven. After some minutes, I am successful to secure a seat in one corner under the bleachers.

I’ve seen how people look at my home. I’ve heard the whispers about it from the kids of my neighborhood. They say it’s haunted, and that’s why it’s abandoned. They call it Lincoln, Massachusetts’ answer to the Freddy Kruger house. So I was prepared for a bad reaction from Reese. A wince, a wrinkle of her nose, her demanding I take her to her place. Any adverse response would end the night with yet another strikeout to add to my mental tally of how often I don’t get laid.

Let's go" The park lay in a grove of huge trees. Their shadows swept across the manicured field with its line marked baseball diamond. This evening, the soft breeze smelled of barbecues and freshly mowed lawns. Holding a glass of lemonade carefully in one hand and swinging her canvas bag in the other, Katherine walked to the bleachers while Tim joined his teammates. "Have fun, honey" Katherine yelled as he went. "I will" he yelled back. She sat on the metal bleachers, breathed the evening air appreciatively, and sipped her drink. Other parents were there, engrossed in gossip and periodically checking their smaller children in th

“Noted. Now stop talking like someone’s grandma.” The gym smells like sweat and coconut hair mist, and the echo of thudding sneakers bounces off the high ceiling. There's music blaring from portable speakers, something with a heavy beat that sounds more like a battle anthem than a pep song. And then—bam—one of the girls launches into a standing backflip like gravity doesn’t exist. Just casual. My jaw drops. “What the hell was that?” “That,” Blaire says with a wink, “was Serena. Co-captain. And yes, her I*******m is terrifying.”

Four weeks have passed and the day finally arrived. The seats inside the stadium were crowded with audiences of all races. They were actively chatting amongst themselves as they waited for the event to start. On the four screens above the arena was a timer which showed the tournament’s banner. The fighters listed on today’s battles were preparing themselves by stretching and checking their equipment. They examined the sharpness of their blades, the condition of their armours, and steeled their minds.

Beth knew it was because a branch of Muddy Creek meandered its way along the east side of the park, making it a logical place to build the lagoon, and she thought it had been there longer than the baseball diamonds, but she didn’t feel the need to get into that all right now. “At least there’s wind,” Lexy reminded them. “Maybe I’ll just sit down here on the bleachers next time there’s a home game.” “Thanks.” Beth shook her head and rounded the concession stand, knowing Lexy was just kidding. Besides, the group of preppy girls sitting on the bleachers was enough to make Lexy change her tune even if sitting near them would mean av

She glanced at the massive hands made out of sponges, hats with logos of teams that will participate, as well as t-shirts, pom-poms, blowers, and several other things she couldn't recognize. The bleachers were getting packed with the audience, while some guys in jerseys were running on the big grass-covered field to warm up. There was one other field on the right with a massive bouncy house where kids were screaming excitedly, and on the field behind it, several people were busying themselves on setting up the hot air balloon that will offer rides.