Books About Basketball Fiction Novels & Stories

As I put the cup down on the table, I power up my computer and start making concepts. Two hours later, I find myself writing page fifty-four. It is not much, and it is far from finished but it’s progress. Even though I am writing a non-fiction book, where you do not have to use your imagination as much, you still have to be creative about how your story takes shape in the way you assemble the words. Writing is an art and it shouldn’t feel like a chore, so it’s enough for the day. I save the file and shut down my computer.

4. Gavin has finished his pancakes and is now sipping from his coffee, watching me with a neutral expression. I again push the book away from me, as if prolonged contact with it could hurt me, somehow. Which is ridiculous. It’s just a journal full of stories, that’s all. So what if Gavin’s story about the Pital girl was eerily accurate? Gavin wrote fiction for a living, he made stuff up. That’s what writers do, right? Make stuff up.

I perched on the lowest row of the bleachers, feeling the chill of the metal seep through my jeans, despite the gym being warm with all the energy from the players on the court. A hefty fantasy novel lay open on my lap, its pages filled with tales of dragons and destined queens...that may or may not be a Yuri romance between the queens, but I hadn’t flipped a single page in the last twenty minutes. My gaze wandered over the words but didn’t register them as I focused instead on the squeak of sneakers and the thud of the basketball, just waiting for practice to wrap up. Waiting for Frank.

Shifting my gaze towards the match, I stood up breathing in, all the air in rage. "Fuck them all Anastacius!" I cheered directing my rage towards Eros's team. Did I curse out loud? Everyone's attention shifted to me including the players, Anastacius rolled his eyes looking at me and Eros just glared clenching his fists. Sebastian stood at the corner eyeing me with his hawk like eyes and did I tell you, that Seb looks so sexy when he's in basketball court? Damn Sebastian. "It's a Decent Fuck. So let's continue." I heard Anastacius's deep voice echoing through the court which made me sit down instantly. It's a Decent Fuck. I swear.

—My name is Violeta, like the color— she began to laugh just like me, but I hadn't laughed at the joke she had made, but rather at the way she laughed, it was quite funny, it was a laugh that rose scandalously. —Oh! —he was surprised— it means that you are the new boy who is debuting in the basketball team. —If so—I think I'm becoming famous—why? Will you come now to see play? —I would like to, but believe me I have more important things to do—Ouch that hurt me. "Like what things are more important?" He really wanted to know. —Like, for example, I'm finishing the last book of my saga—he continued writing.

" Whoa! Of course I would love to go with you. Growing up my dad always loved basketball. I will take anything to see those stars in person" His own smile seemed to broaden too as he sighed. " Well most of the basketball guys are plain mean. Except a few. I have good guys in there that I can vouch for any day, but the sport itself is filled with egotistical men who think the world should revolve around them" I hummed. " Well that is one way to spoil my high hopes" I joked. The date went greater than I expected too and this time around, I did most of the talking.

The sounds of other students shouting and cars starting up faded into a dull hum, leaving only the sound of my own blood rushing in my ears like a waterfall. “You were at the game,” he remarked. It wasn't a question, he had known I was there the whole time. “I... I like basketball,” I lied, my voice gaining a tiny, fragile bit of strength. “You’re very good at it. The angles you take... they’re very precise. It’s almost like you’re doing math on the court.”

Maybe beer wasn't her thing. Jack had just finished telling them about how back in his day boxing wasn't the only sport he was good at. Noah had heard the story before, but it was a good one, so he didn't mind hearing it again. Jack's high school basketball team made and won the state championship. Jack always used these kinds of stories and spun them around to include an inspirational twist that would help them in the ring. "I spun a basketball on my finger for over fifteen minutes just a few weeks ago." Hector said, biting into a slice of pizza as if that even came close to winning a state championship.

Chapter 81 Game over: Essence's POV: “Damn I have to give it to the basketball team, they killed them boys in the second half. Those dudes, Syncere, Shawn, and Trent were on fire. They were unstoppable in that fourth quarter, they made a basket every time they touched the ball, and it was nothing but net each time.” Unique said, as we made our way to the court. Everyone was socializing on the court basketball team were doing interviews for the school news and newspaper. Me and Kiki tried to act like we weren't a little nervous to be out in the open, we knew Shawn and Syncere would be answering questions so we did have a little while, but we didn't want to stick around to risk being caught u

The preview copy of Vashti’s Daughter in his hand. “I’m really shocked that my ex-wife would have ever signed with this Dr. Braverman. This book is pure garbage, and the author is nothing more than a fake. I’ve checked his background and I can show you proof of his involvement with not one, but two scandals while he was playing basketball in the United States and Israel.” Pages of the sports section appeared on the screen alongside photos of Nate in his basketball uniform when he played for Syracuse University.