Curveball の小説・ストーリー

Smiling and having a good time with his new friends. Ash throws his first dart and lands a bull’s eye. The second dart lands on trebles 20 and the third lands on trebles 19. Hector goes to the board and counts this round for Ash. “Ash's score is 334 and this puts him in the lead.” Announced Hector. “Well, it looks like Ash knows how to play too. Do you want to get in on our wager?” Ruby asks sweetly. Ash is hung up on her every word. He just stares at her, thinking. “What can I get out of this?”

He rolled his shoulders, stepped up to the lane, and pointed the ball forward like a duelist preparing to fire. “Observe,” he said, voice dropping into something theatrical. “The precision. The elegance. The sheer, unmatched brilliance of—” He released the ball. It curved and wobbled. It hit one pin. The pin leaned dramatically… and then settled back into place. A gutter ball. I looked at him. He looked at me. “Okay,” he said, straightening. “That was a calibration shot.” “Of course.” “Now I know what not to do.” “Valuable data.”

Curl got down as well, waiting to see if he would say something or retaliate in anyway, or even show he was angry or hurt, but he didn't, instead he pretended as if nothing happened. "And for my meat, you are going to get me much more meat than that" "We didn't make any deal of such" "I know. But I can't let you leave like that… oh right, you have money! You always do" Curl said thoughtfully "Yeah yeah,but not anymore" "What do you mean?" "I don't know" Little Ben said with a shrug "Oh. You gamble your money away, I know. All those drinks, those games, those umm whatever it is"

, he said, understanding her behavior just now and Kaylee laughed. She started bouncing the ball and moved towards the hoop. Kavinsky followed after her and when she threw the ball up towards the hoop, Kavinsky caught it easily before it could go in. Kaylee frowned at his action while he smiled. He threw the ball back to her and she caught it professionally. She tried throwing it the hoop again and he caught it-- again! Kaylee was getting angry now. When it was the fourth time, Kaylee ran towards Kavinsky who was at the side of the hoop stand, and hit him away before throwing the ball in the hoop. It went right in and Kaylee smiled deeply in achievement.

Umalis ang mga dalaga't binatilyo na naglalaro ng badminton malapit sa kanilang kinaroroonan kaya nagpasya sila ni Joy na maglaro muna bago lumusong sa pool. Dahil naka T-shirt, sagabal ito sa pagpalo niya kaya panay ang pulot niya sa shuttle cock. "Pagod ka na, Gie?" pangangamusta ni Joy. "Hindi ako napagod sa kakahampas ng raketa, napagod ako sa kapupulot nito," tukoy sa shuttle cock. Natawa si Joy sa kanyang tinuran. "Saglit lang, hubarin ko na lang itong T-shirt, maliligo rin naman tayo pagkatapos nito." Sabay hubad sa suot na T-shirt at naiwan ang pulang two piece.

said the reporter. I twisted a bit and slowly lowered the blanket from my face, glancing toward the television. The symbol that flashed across the screen caused me to catch my breath. An obsidian circle with a crimson flame in the center. The exact mark from a box in Misty's room.

“Like what you see?” His deep voice resonated inside of me, sending a thrill up my spine. I raised my eyebrow as I picked up the shot glass in front of me. “It depends,” I say slowly. “On?” I downed the shot and raised my fingers again. “Did steroids shrink your balls?”

I grunt my thanks, noncommittally, just before Caleb jumps up from his chair, cheering for a third strike out, moving this game right back into the grasp of his beloved team at the top of the tenth. "Anyway, I can tell by the cheering that you're busy. I'll let you get back to work. But Tiffany, start trying to figure out if there is a pattern to the back pain. If it spikes and recedes. That type of thing." "Yeah. Yeah, I will," I agree. "Thanks for mentioning it."

"Which do you think? Balloon or ball?" Gradually throughout our walk, she's let go of her mom's hand and she's focused more on me, which is cool. It shows she's learning to trust me, even if it is only a little bit. "Baseball," she chooses, pointing at the milk bottles. "Pressure's on," Hadley laughs as she stands behind her daughter. "Now you're gonna have to win her something and you'll probably have to spend eighty bucks to do it." "Is that right?" I look over my shoulder at her as I walk up to the person taking the money for the game. "You don't think I have good aim?"