Club Stories Novels & Stories

CHAD May 15th 2018 I carelessly slam the door to my car, furious that my safe was broken into and no one knows anything about it. Now I'm slightly freaking out how I'm going to come up with the lease money in a week. The business has slowly started to dwindle, I have no Maddie, no Mal, Caddie and no one's seen Layla either. The entire East wing of the club is fucking cursed.

For the next one and a half weeks was able to continue with this streak. I got to play my first match for a local club called Students’ Club. The match was against the best team in the colony – One Star Club. The queerness of the names of the clubs was striking. The club which consisted mostly of school and college drop-outs was ironically Students’ Club, and the club where most of the guys were stars on their own right (for, those who played for this club, were considered the best in the locality as well as among the top wrung in the junior and sub-junior teams in the city), was ‘one star’!

“Starting from number five, we have the Book Club. This is perfect for anyone who loves reading or feels too shy to dive into more social activities. “At number four is the Jet Club—science and tech enthusiasts, this one’s for you. “Now for the big three. These are the clubs that represent us in the annual interschool competitions. If you’re unfamiliar, it’s a social event where top schools in the state compete for the number one spot in each category. “At number three is the Fashion Club. Think fashion gossip, runway events, and creativity. If you’re into style, that’s your place. “Coming in at number two is the Boxing Club.” A murmur spread through the crowd. “How can boxing be second? Nob

"Hey, Angela, can you work close to the bar tonight?" "No problem, Kevin. I'm yours for the shift." "Don't let Mistress Lydia hear you say that." I laughed. "I won't, but it's only Thursday. Are you expecting a larger than normal crowd?" "Obviously you haven't heard. Krispin Righteous is staying at the hotel and he's expected to visit the club tonight." "Krispin who?" "Righteous, with Blood Rights." My expression must have conveyed the confusion I felt. "They're one of the hottest rock bands in the country!" Friendly but disbelieving sarcasm dripped from the words.