Volleyball Puns Novels & Stories

The cadence of our conversation matched the rhythm of the waves, each syllable a testament to the connection we shared. The sound of a volleyball being spiked caught our attention, and we turned to see a group of strangers engaged in a lively game nearby. A competitive gleam flickered in Dante's eyes, and he tugged at my hand, leading me towards the action. Without hesitation, we mustered up a team of our own, inviting others to join. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as we formed our makeshift court.

But it would still be different if I actually played a match. "You won't blame me if we lose, will you?" I asked reassuringly. "Of course. How could I blame my beautiful wife? I'm not that crazy to prefer this volleyball over you. If we lose, then blame it on this orange ball." I laughed at Zacharias' unpredictable reply. How could he blame our defeat on an inanimate object? He was so funny. "Alright, let's get started. I'll do my best to make sure we win!" My hands were raised and clenched in front of my face. My body was filled with vigor right now.

They were playing with pong balls. “If you have balls, then put the ball in it.” He threw some pong balls towards me after cracking the worst joke possible. I glared at him and he immediately shut his mouth. “What a pun!!” Ashely chuckled sarcastically and I don’t know why they like such jokes, but they got along with them well. While I quietly took the challenge and aimed the balls. This is something I am most confident about and they started to land in the cups perfectly. All the cups that were in the pyramid shape had balls.

"I don't feel like I lost at all, because I got the trophy right here!" We played game after game of volleyball, winning some and losing some. Since I was the tallest girl, our team won most of the ones we played. We told jokes and bantered with one another, and I laughed until my abs hurt. My smiling muscles felt like they were going to fall off my face from all the grinning. It was the first time we had all really hung out since the night at the bar.

"Just focus on the ball, don't let it hit the ground, and stick with me." "Okayyy." I see her cheeks turn a faint pink. I do not know how long I spent hopping after a ball that never fails to elude me. But I can tell that I'm the only one who isn't really enjoying the volleyball match. Selena is giggling and squealing. Even Yvette, who has somehow gotten Jeremy to be her mid-match coach, seems to get a hang of the game, and she has a toothy smile plastered on her face. But my own hands feel like rubber, and I'm already out of breath. And I've failed for the second time now to defend a lob.

Derek complained, like If you were cool you would do it. “No,” I whispered, and looked around in alarm. “We’re going to get in trouble.” “So?” “I don’t want to get in trouble.” “You just know I’d kick your ass in grocery store volleyball, that’s all.” “I don’t think so. I was on my high school team.” “Yeah, right.” He started imitating a chicken. “Baawwk - bok - bok - bok!” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah.” “Fine.” I picked up the ball. “Ready, punk?”

The rhythm, the stance, the motion-all muscle memory now. I could hear Nicole’s voice again, slightly teasing but cheering me on at the same time. “Come on, Brad. Show them how it’s done.” I smiled faintly, not looking back. “You might wanna stand clear, babe. I’m about to remind them why they never mess with me.” Then I threw the volley ball at a go. The ball cut through the air like it had been waiting for that moment all along. The sound it made when it sliced forward was sharp and heavy, and I could feel the tension snap in the crowd when they realized it wasn’t going to drop early like Rowan’s had.

Justin, Dustin, and Austin, were lounging in the pool, their muscles glistening in the sunlight. "Hey, Alexa! Come join us!" Justin shouted. I look up, "I don't know... I'm not really in the mood for swimming." Dustin grinned mischievously. "Come on, it'll be fun! We promise we won't splash you. Austin added, "Yeah, we need a referee for our pool volleyball game." I raised an eyebrow. "You're playing volleyball in the pool?" "Yeah, we set up a net. It's a blast."

Especially that bitch Nona who tried to disfigure me with acid. "Yeah," I sucked in discreetly through my nose. "I'm good. You were going to tell me why you wanted me to play volleyball? I don't remember being very athletic." My grip on my mug grew hard that the cup shattered, slicing and digging into my palm. I feel no pain from it. Griffin shot out of his seat in a panic. I was too busy hearing a voice quite similar to mine to pay attention to what was happening around me. 'In case you haven't realized, cheerleading is a very athletic sport. I don't see people giving awards for being a dumb slob. If they were, you would have the grand prize.'

she asked, puzzled. “No, it’s called Ghoulball and Zombiebowl.” “Seriously?” she asked with wide-eyed fascination. I laughed. “No, I’m just messing with you. It’s called football and basketball. The rules are just different.” “That isn’t funny. I really thought you were serious.” “I know that’s what makes it so funny,” I responded. “You’re so naïve,” I stated through my laughter. “Keep laughing, and you’ll be sleeping by yourself tonight.”