Even The Playing Field Novels & Stories

He was amazed. "I'm not. it's a terrible game. People could get hurt!" "Are you in it?" "No, it's this year's" "No." "It was great game! The teams were so evenly marched, it was a real pro game. The blocking was remarking, neither quarterback was sacked. Brilliant." "Who won?" "You discourage me a little, asking that. It makes me suspect you're not a true fan. The score was three to nothing. A field goal kicked from the forty-nine-yard line."

“We need to win this.” Miya worriedly said to Ina. She eagerly stood up, grinned fully with positivity and enthusiasm to her with the banner. “Ina, a little help her?” She added. There was a loud whooping and cheering after we came back with our designated positions in the field. All the people watching the felt extreme excitement, while we the players were all getting serious also. All of our eyes and mind were completely vigilant as the game was getting even more intense and interesting.

We walked back toward the athletic fields as a family, our sons chattering excitedly about the various events and comparing their performances to other teams. Kyle ran up to join us, with David, Miranda, and Amber following behind. "Kingston-Chen alliance for the win!" Kyle declared, high-fiving each of my sons in turn. "We definitely dominated," Troy agreed. "Even when Lake betrayed us in the water balloon fight." "It's not betrayal, it's strategy!" Lake protested. "Besides, Dad wasn't mad." "Dad was impressed," I confirmed, ruffling his hair. "That was a perfect throw." The athletic field had been transformed while we were gone. Someone had set up a small stage area with a podium and micro

The afternoon sun was a relentless weight against my shoulders as I finished the final drill of football training. The grass of the university field was scorched and dry, kicking up dust with every sprint. For a solid hour, the rhythmic thud of the ball against my cleats was the only thing that kept my mind from spiraling. On the field, I wasn't the "mistress’s son" or the "bakery apprentice." I was just a midfielder with a precise kick and a scholarship to protect.

She had lost her mind. “Why don’t you want to play with me?” she laughed. “Are you scared now?” Just then I had an idea. I could make this a fair fight for me and win by punching her and killing her. I needed to request a fist fight from her. “It’s not a fair fight!” I yelled above the crackling lightning. “What do you mean?” She asked, dropping to the ground with a puzzled look. “Well, I don’t have magic, and you’re the only one on this field to have magic. I think you’re forgetting that we need to be on equal footing before we can actually have ourselves a real fight.”

“Why even let them on the field?” “Apparently they’re playing against Alphas and Betas on a game called capture the flag. It’s a joke.” My brow twitched. Curious, I turned just enough to glance at the screen. And there she was. Aria. Standing in the middle of a cleared field like a queen among sheep. The only one not backing down. My chest tightened as I watched her dodge, strike, and spin with that whip like it was made just for her hands. Every move was calculated, fast, and precise.

“Just to convince her of that, now, right? Cause that's a walk in the fuckin' park.” “You weren't the only one that played a game, Jack.” Carl grabbed his mug and stood up straight. “You both set out to play each other, and you did. You wouldn't listen to her when you found out, and now she won't listen to you. I'd say that's a level playing field, wouldn't you?” He quirked his eyebrows and walked past me, slapping my shoulder once. A level playing field. “Hey, Carl?” I turned. “Thanks, man.” He saluted me and turned.

Maybe I could even the playing field. Okay, pretty boy, let's do this!

The field, please. A battleground.

"You know that's going to get damn expensive for you? And what's your prize?" "A simple dance tomorrow night." "A dance?" Jake simply nods as reply. I see Evans face change and I know he isn't liking this at all. Before Evans can say a thing, I answer. "Ok, deal", unsure if this was a good idea. This game is way different from those before, both of us are fully concentrated, we mess up things for each other. But we are fairly equal in taking our balls down. In the end it's all about the black ball and Jake manages to put it down.