Softball Chants Novels & Stories

Until. "Long live the queen." A voice chanted from the midst. "Long live the queen." Another voice, more bold and louder than the first, said again. Then one after the other, they all began to repeat the same thing till it turned into one loud chorus. "Long live the queen!" "Long live the queen!"

Her voice was crisp and clear. She sits back down and still maintains their decorum. “Long live the Alpha and Luna, long live the Alpha and Luna,” they chant and cheer happily. I down another glass of alcohol. My chest throbs painfully. Just when I am trying to ignore and forget her, she does something to make me fall deeper.

causing the batter to zone out a bit, and Beth recorded another strike as the first base coach screamed at him to keep his head in the game. “I love this song,” Lexy declared, flipping the switch on the scorekeeping machine. “Whomp! Fat ass! Whomp Fat ass!” she sang, rocking her head back and forth. Beth looked up from the scorebook and caught Andi’s eyes across their friend. They both broke out laughing hysterically, and Lexy looked up, confused. “What?” “Do you seriously think that’s what they’re saying?” Andi asked as soon as she could breathe. Beth reached over and cleared the board as the hitter headed back to the dugout, but it was too late to avoid Mr. Cooper’s wrath. “Ladies, pay att

“Riley! You already know what to do.” “Yes, sir!” Zach replied giving a nod to our coach. “The fate of the team lies heavily on your shoulder.” “I’ll take that in mind, sir.” “Alright, that’s it, boys!!!!! We need to go out there and show those orcas who’s really the king of the ocean!” Coach Millstone intoned vocally hyping the team up. “YEAH!!!” “HUDSON SHARKS! HUDSON SHARKS!” Everyone began chanting as they slowly began to walk out of the room. I wasn’t really chanting with them because I’m still trying to get my head in the right space.

Jisoo shouted 👥Sparkles!! 👥 Trent!! 👥 Rocky! 👥 Frankie!! 👥 Seven!! 👥 Jerry!! The fans chanted their names and they started singing Seven sang the first line 🎶When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, 🎶When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill, 🎶When the funds are low and the debts are high, 🎶And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,

Then the chant began. “Fuck the white slut - fuck the white slut - fuck the white slut,” and grew as each man in the crowd joined in, clapping in delight and in time with the chanting of the others. Finally and only as the tall Blackman raised his other arm and called for quite id the chant tail off and finally end to leave the big dancehall silent in excited anticipation.

They do not care, as their focus remain locked on me. The chant grows louder, pledging protection with every breath. "Mother! Our Mother of Scents!"

The men around glance at each other, fear sitting on some of their expressions, a few mumbles back and forth before someone from the back makes a resounding shout. "For the Prince!" It takes a while for the crowd to warm up to the chants but eventually it swells and billows across the horde of people like a contagious virus. "For the Prince!" "For the Prince!" "For the Prince" "Come girl, we have work to do" The smith calls to me.

"Alpha King Alex, you cannot lose! Give your last attack, don't lose now! You can win!" The chants grew louder, the people starting to yell in unison. "Alex, Alex, Alex, Alex!"

"Go Max!" "Go Max!" "Go Max!" The crowds chants echoes and bounces through the walls as Max dodges his opponents, dribbling his way pass them to the court. "Go baby!" Vivian yells pumping her pom-pom into the air and shaking her waist with the other cheerleaders.