Bouncing Balls Novels & Stories

"Do your thing!" "Okay!" Hailey chirped. She was hanging by one arm, holding a bag of marbles she had insisted on bringing. "Why marbles?" Ben had asked earlier. "Because they roll," she had answered. She threw the marbles at the glass wall above them. Physics said the marbles should bounce off and fall. Chaos theory—and Hailey—said otherwise. The marbles hit the glass at the exact resonant frequency of the tempered pane. Ping. Ping. Ping.

Today was the day for some basketball practice. Slipping on his sneakers, Whizz headed outside to the basketball court. The sound of the basketball hitting the pavement was music to his ears as he dribbled it with enthusiasm. With each bounce, his excitement grew, and he couldn't wait to start training. He began to practice his shots, his focus unwavering. The sound of the ball hitting the backboard and swishing through the net filled the air. Whizz's confidence was evident in every movement, his eyes locked onto the hoop as he honed his skills.

I could already imagine Jordan locking my ankles into those, keeping me wide open for whatever he wanted to do. “This is a set of glass wands,” Jordan went on, pointing to some objects placed on a velvet-lined shelf, sleek, twisted and in different sizes. They looked cold and smooth, perfect for sliding inside when the heat got too much. I stepped closer, touching them, already imagining them being used on me. A pair of shiny silver spheres of weighted Ben wa balls sat in a little box. Jordan picked them up, letting them clack together. "These stay inside you all day," he murmured. "Every time you walk, you'll feel me."

But then he recovered, licking his lips, looking even more eager. Brian continued explaining the rules, "If a ball hits the ground, it is retired, and a fresh ball is put into play." He pointed toward a small bucket of gleaming white ping-pong balls on a countertop behind him. "For the shot to count, keep your elbows behind the edge of the table." Hycinth listened attentively. "No fingering or blowing." At this, she squeezed Gwen's hand and raised an eyebrow. Brian caught her questioning expression and opened his mouth to answer, but Ever interjected, teasing pointedly, "Males finger and females blow."

"A mechanic." "That's right." Ethan sighed and took the last riddle. "A magician promises that he can throw a ball as hard as he can and have it stop, change direction and come back to him. He claims he can do it without the ball bouncing off of anything, the ball being tied to anything, or the use of magnets. How is it possible?" He read slowly as if what he just read was completely foreign to him. He scratched his head and gave various answers but none of them were right. Soon he was frustrated as his time neared its end.

So did their weight. Turning it one more time, he noted the ninth ball at its core, a small, almost indiscernible piece that on its own seemed insignificant. A worthless piece on its own. He fingered the object and felt the connection. Each ball was linked to the core, though loosely. “Let me help…” Ariadne began. He pulled the third ball from left to right and top to bottom, then watched the balls come loose as one, each making a slow exodus to rest on the surface of the desk.

Suddenly, the cute pink ball appeared as if it was a cursed ball, and the person who received it immediately pushed it to the person next to her, and the ball continued to pass from one hand to another as Karl said earlier. Jessica had her turn to hold the ball, but nothing happened before she handed it over to her assistant who was standing next to her. Her assistant looked frightened as she hurriedly pushed the ball to another person standing next to her, and the ball continued to move until something suddenly popped out from within it.

But then, the key snapping had absolutely not been part of the plan and I had no defence for it except that old keys broke sometimes and this had been a particularly bad moment for that to happen. I looked around the room for something to do with myself while the reality of the situation settled. My eyes landed on a table tennis ball sitting on the shelf near the far wall. I crossed to it, picked it up, and started bouncing it off the wall in front of me …. catching it, bouncing it again, letting the rhythm of it be the thing my hands did while everything else worked itself out. It actually helped. The repetitive movement, the sound of it, the simple back-and-forth. It was the same principle

"I hear a heartbeat but it is not human it is heartbeats at once." Suddenly a pitched whistle cut through the air from the dark mouth of the shaft three metal balls shot upward. They did not fall they hovered in the air spinning fast small lenses opened on their sides they glowed with a white light. "Scanning Patient 82 " the balls said together their voices were soft like a song for a baby. "The Third Daughter needs a sample Empathy found, Logic found, Shadow found, ingredient: Sacrifice." The metal balls did not attack with lasers or knives they made a humming sound that made Junes head spin.

"Why don't you take the first hit?" She regained her breath and watched him set one red ball and two white balls on the table. One white ball had a black spot on it to distinguish it from the other white ball. She took careful aim at the red target. She struck the red ball, which in turn struck the other white ball, and all three balls rolled around on the green baize cover of the table wildly. Kent whistled in appreciation as the red target ball came close to sinking into a leather pocket on the side of the table.