Brandon Shell: A Short Story

They didn’t respond. They moved up since they kneeled it and called ‘hike’. I was ready to intercept it. They did a hook pass and got a decent five or seven yards before my team tackled them.They marched across the yard and scored a touchdown. Finally, we can show them what we’re all about. We got the ball and I ran it in for a touchdown from the kick off.

It was homecoming night against the powerhouse Taylorville, it was cold, rainy, and the field turned into a swamp of mud, sweat, and blood. It was time for the game to start. Taylorville came out on offense and on the very first play of the game, Parker Stokes ran a 63 yard touchdown. It was one of the many spirit breakers of the night. It was time for us to return the favor, we came out on offense on the 20 yard line. We had 80 yards to go, and it felt more like 1,000. With all the rain we couldn't pass the ball, so we handed the ball off to our all-star running back Terrence Hill, we drove the ball 56 yards on 6 plays. We were doing great until all of a sudden nothing went right for us. We got stuffed at the line of scrimmage on the next two plays and then, the

It is the state championship game and your team has rose up from the bottom of the ranks. Even though you are the underdog, your team has pushed through any obstacles that were thrown in your way. You are much smaller than the number one team in the state, but you still find a way to keep the game tied. You are the senior quarterback and it would mean everything if you won. The fans are all in the stands screaming and you smile as you take in your last experience under the Friday night lights. There are two minutes left in the second half and the ball gets snapped on the third down at the 20 yard line. You catch the ball and look around frantically. All of your receivers are covered and you decide you have to run, but before you can move, a 300 pound linebacker slams you to the ground. A flag is thrown, but it is too late, everything goes black, after a few seconds, you regain sight, but you are still in a daze. You slowly stand up, but fall over immediately. You have a few seconds to rest while the ref is checking on you, your head is pounding as you feel the concussion, but you want to keep playing. Your coach leaves it up to you, and you step back out onto the field. You are now at the 15 yard line and the ball is snapped. You make eye contact with your wide receiver and pass the ball, it sails through the air. As you watch it leave your hand, you see the same linebacker out of the corner of your eye. Everything goes black again, but this time you don’t wake up. This

“I called a timeout over here in the third game and got a little bit heated with them and I think that kinda lit a spark under them.” Whaley said after the match, “I told them If you really want to win the game then you guys really need to prove it and come together as a team and you need to focus and you can’t lose focus at this point because we have no other option.”

For as long as he could remember, 13 year old Isaiah Kahut had a dream: to play high school football. He dreamed of it since kindergarden, throwing a football with his dad. He dreamed of it in elementary, playing in his town’s youth flag football league. Now, finally, his dream was about to come true. It was the summer before ninth grade, and Isaiah was at football camp, preparing for his first season as a running back for Skyview High School in Vancouver, Washington. He wanted to get a college scholarship but on the second day of camp, he was running when he got tackled and his head smacked the turf.

It was September 16th, 2014, and I was in the most stressful situation in my life. If I could lead my team down the field and score a touchdown, I would earn the starting job as a quarterback! I was sweating and shivering, with my muscles twitching. I dreadingly glanced at the scoreboard. Down 24-19, 2 timeouts remaining, 53 seconds left after the defense miraculously got a safety. I looked up. The sun shone bright, but the falling leaves danced in the air, almost daring me to let the ball fly.

Imagine you’re on a football field it’s the championship game, you take a look at the opponents they are getting their gear on. Alright boys you turn around your coach is telling you to bring it in he calls out the 5 captains he says go up and flip the coin. You see your family cheering you on the referee says it’s your call do you want to football or would you like to kick? I said we would like the ball the ref says to are opponent’s what way would you like to kick right or left? Are opponents says with the wind so right. It’s the first quarter of the game are team is starter on the 20 yard line. All right guys lets go with a run to the right break.

That night in high school, Troy’s team had been on the verge of losing when their luck suddenly changed. In their last chance to score, the quarterback pretended to hand the ball to another player, but he slipped it to Troy instead. Troy took off running. No one could catch him, and he bolted across the goal line almost

Knowing this was the last play I knew in my heart that I had to drive this kid into the dirt, more than I had been doing all night. I heard the last word that set me off, ‘’HIKE’’. I blasted out of my three point stance and pancaked this kid into the ground, looking around for anyone else that I could block, but I heard nothing but the thud of the kid hitting the ground. I turned back to see all the other linemen looking up at me from there three point stance, and our quarterback with the ball in his hands kneeling on the turf. That was game, we had won, and the kid I drove to the dirt got up, looked me in the eyes and said ‘’Good

The huddle broke and I knew my assignment, a simple drive block. With my hand in the dirt and my foot slightly kicked back I was ready for the snap of the ball. Time seemed to slow down as I listened for the cadence “blue blue, set go… go!”. The ball snapped and I lurched forward to the player in front of me and met him head on. All of my strength and speed mustered into one hit. At the end of the play I stood evenly matched with the opposing lineman. I felt a sense of accomplishment knowing that despite my young age, I could still match the power of someone twice my size. However, my glory was short lived, there was still much of the game to be

If you would’ve gone to 16 year old Ryan Ross and told him that in his freshman year of university he, due to a flaw in the scheduler system, would accidently be put in a sophomore med classes and not only ace the class but get recommended to take more, he would laugh in your face and go back to reading whatever Chuck Palahniuk book had caught his attention at the moment. However, here he was, with eight years of school and a M.D. under his belt and as of this year awarded the best Thoracic surgeon of the year.

The Wildcats appeared to have picked up 17-yards on a nice hard run from Meade but a hold on the play negated the long run at the 4:27 mark. The drive ended shortly after that.

In the year 2001, there was a kid named Chris Pewtersmith who lived in LA California. In 2001 the lottery was now legal for children 14 and up. Chris tried to win the lottery after his first ticket, he won $l5,000,000,000,000,000. His first thought was to buy a mansion for his and his family to live in instead of that tiny home fit for three. He had a mom, a dad, and a big sister. One night while Chris was eating dinner with his family, the doorbell rang. Chris opened the door to find that a tall man named Stewie. “Hello, is this the Pewtersmiths?” asked Stewie. “Yes, this is the Pewtersmiths.” “Hello chris I’m your big brother.” said Stewie Chris invited Stewie for dinner with his family. They talked for awhile and then after they were done eating, they showed Stewie to the guest room. In the morning, Stewie was the first person up. Chris was the second, mom third, dad fourth, sister fifth. Chris’s big sister name was Megan or just Meg. Stewie yelled “Breakfast!” “Yeah!” everyone yelled. They had Pancakes, sausage, and scrambled eggs. They had OJ and milk for their beverage. After that, they went swimming in their pool. At dinner Stewie announced that he had some big news. He said “ I’m have some good news, I’m Chris’s long lost brother.” How cool is that!” Their jaws drop so far to the ground that I swear that they shook the hollywood sign. They said “Well isn’t that good news, right honey?” said mom with sarcastic confusion. “Um Stewie, why don’t you go swim in the

“Throw me the ball right when I make the last cut, Mohammad. But watch out for those trees over there!” I yelled as I was lining up for a pass. It was a cool summer evening in June, and my friends and I were outside at our neighborhood park practicing for the upcoming football season. The sun was setting and the sky was mixed with orange and pink and it was so beautiful that it could have brought a tear to my eye. “What’s good Jesse, you ready to get some work?” my friend Christian excitingly asked. “You already know man, this year is gonna be the year.” I confidently responded. “Alright then, let’s get warmed up while we wait for everyone else.” Christian replied while spinning the football on his finger. While I was stretching and jogging around the track, I couldn’t wait to get started and get to running routes since I played Wide Receiver. But little did I know, I wouldn’t be running routes for much longer.

She hated being the center of anyone's attention, little lone five other's with their eyes focused on her.