The Basketball Diaries Novels & Stories

Tossing the ball from one player to another, Hunter is a really good playing basketball. Hayden pass the ball to Hunter and he caught it in the air. They kept running very fast at their own pace while dribbling every player that comes their way. "Yaaay" Diane screamed in ectasy and Diana turned to look at her with a frown on her face. Diane just love anything related to sport. She would have joined the basketball team but Anna is against the idea.. "Diane" Diana frowned and tuck on Diane shirt. She really don't like it when Diane acts like that in the public. It makes her embarrassed.

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.

His basketball jersey was drenched with sweat. My eyes rested on Jake who was drowned in the game. The ball was bouncing against the cemented surface as Jake dribbled it skillfully. His thick muscled arms flexed rhythmically as he handled the ball. The red baggy basketball vest exposed his veiny muscular arms and a whisper of his chest. A thick sheen of sweat had dampened the fabric of his upper back, his face was equally sluicing with perspiration. Damp locks of his golden-brown hair had clung to the sides of his head.

"He is not the one for you, when will you get that?" "Mom, you think I don't know that? I can't make sense of everything that is happening, I am trying to be in control but it's not working" she cried out. Her mother felt her pain and quickly hugged her tight. "You are not alone Diana, you have me, and everyone in the family behind you, so don't give up on yourself" Diana wept as she held her mother tight. Primal Technical College, Ghana It was time for the special basketball match between Primal Technical College and their Rival Foster Leigh College.

I missed the glory that accompanied being a basketball, more than anything right now. My dad was fairly disappointed in me that day when he got the call. My mother refused to even leave her office cause she was so mad at me. She couldn’t face Anthony’s mom, Bonnie, for a week after that incident. Being disqualified from the team was like a taboo to James Lindell, seeing that he was also the star of his basketball team when he was in high school.

I was too scared to speak, only watching as the swing seat clearly displayed the man's face. The crowd fell into silence. Teetering on the edge of panic, they slowly split into two groups. One group was the veteran players, while I found myself in the new player group. We were all panicking like rats in a sinking ship. Amid the chaos, I spotted my roommate, Aleena Bullock, now standing with the experienced players. It was Memorial Day today. Aleena and I had gone up the mountain to pay respects to our ancestors. On the way back, the bus overturned, and we fell down the mountain.

Third Person POV By the time they had gotten to the college basketball court, practice had already begun. The familiar sounds of sneakers squeaking against polished hardwood and basketballs hitting the floor echoed through the gym as the team ran through drills under Coach Reynolds' watchful eye. The overhead lights cast bright pools of illumination across the court, making the team's jerseys stand out in sharp relief against the pale wooden surface.

Hey diary, so this is gonna be quick!! I Just had a birthday that I will never forget. Last Sunday I turned 36, I don't know anybody here as I just moved to this city three months ago. So I decided to go down to the local pool hall and bar and shoot some pool. I ride a Honda motorcycle and that is what I took down there. I wear leather and have very long hair so I look the biker part. After parking in the back, I walked in only to find that there was only three people in the place and none of them were at the pool tables. I figured it was because it was only 3:30 in the afternoon, so I began shooting myself.

First Quarter Finley 10 years old I rushed home from school, just like every day, but today was extra special. My brother Konner and his best friend Colton had basketball tryouts. I couldn't wait to see what team they made. I knew they would make the A-team for the 7th grade. They were the best players in town. I ran straight up to my room and pulled the box out from under my bed. I had been working on congratulation cards for them. I pulled them out of the box and shook off the glitter that didn't stick and went to my desk. I opened it up and grabbed the black marker.

Instead, the universe chose Kai Jameson. I drop the basketball I am holding. It bounces away, the echoes hollow and rhythmic against the empty bleachers. Practice ended an hour ago, but I remained behind, trapped in the quiet space of my own defeat. My phone buzzes in my mesh gym shorts. I don't look at it. It is probably another email from the athletic director regarding my disciplinary probation, or perhaps a message from one of the few remaining fraternity guys trying to see if I am attending the graduation mixer tonight.