Cedarwood: A Short Story

It was the biggest game of the year, what every person wants to win, the championship. The score is tied 24-24 and the Idaho Hawks had the ball on twenty one yard line. It was third down and five and they ran the ball for only two yards and it was fourth down. They went for the field goal and got it. The score was 27-24 and the Texas Rams were ready to receive to it. On the return they ran for twenty yards. With only five seconds left the quarterback, John Halen, threw the ball to James Morgan. Morgan outran the cornerback and with no time left Morgan at the five yard line dropped the ball. The Hawks won, they were the champions.

One fall morning, when the sun has not come and there is still darkness, I arose from my slumber awaiting the big day I would have ahead. While I am getting ready for the game, by putting on my pads, I get ready to step out my house and get ready for an intense three hours. As I walk to the car, I can already sense the coaches hollering, and the parents just hoping that nothing would go wrong. Each road that we pass and the closer and closer that I get to the field the hollering and the screaming become louder, louder, louder, and louder. Until they stop, as I step on the field, I no longer hear the hollering and screaming. All I can hear are the coaches getting us ready for the game that would happen in fifteen

Riding along the Oregon Trail can be treacherous, risky, and at times perilous. Some aspects that make it so dangerous are: hunger, disease, suicide, a broken wagon, falling out of the wagon and getting run over by the wheels, Indians attacking, and … storms. Believe it or not , storms cause substantial amounts of trouble. I am fortunate enough to say, I, Dahlia Clark, lived to tell about it.

Every year Since I was 14 me and my father would go on a hike in autumn. But this last year I went alone, He couldn't make it. However that was not a deterrent. When I arrived at Sawmill canyon the sun was shining down but it was brisk. It was a long ways to go to Aliso Spring. I'm not sure how many miles the journey is but every step is worth it. The trip only lasts about 3 days before we usually packed up. But I can see the reason why, there is no one out there. But you never really alone, however you are always in solitude.

The mens’ soccer game vs. South Alamacen was the athletic event which I attended. The game was at home at the soccer field and it started at 6:00 PM, August 23. The game was comprised of two 45-minute halves with no overtime, so it was possible for the game to end in a tie. Early in the first half of the game, South Alamacen scored two goals, making the score 2-0 with South Alamacen in the lead. With 26 minutes remaining in the first half, NCSSM scored which made the score 2-1. Three minutes later, South Alamacen scored which made the score 3-1, but two minutes after that Joe Benson scored for NCSSM making the game 3-2 with 20 minutes left in the first half. Many students were in attendance, with more students showing up as halftime drew to a close. By halftime, there was a student section full of kids while parents filled up the other two bleachers.

"Go, Set, Hut!" I yelled. As I got the snap, Kody took a fake to the seven, I dropped back further and further while watching Kody as he was swallowed up by the defensive line. I looked down the field as I saw Sonny wide open after shedding a block. I planted my feet, wound up my arm, and launched the ball. As I climbed back to my feet, I paused, everyone in the stands went silent, as I watched Sonny dive for the ball into the end zone, I heard the crowd celebrating as Cory came over the speakers, "Touchdown Nordics!" He yelled in excitement.

It was a perfect morning in Allen, Texas. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. Jason was riding in his pickup truck on his way to school. Going past corn field by corn field he heard this on the radio, “It’s game day for our boys in blue today, and we are going to have a good one. I mean just look at the way the day is

“Due to the intensive forecast, the game has been delayed”. “What?”I said. My heart was being crushed as I watched the scoreboard broadcast the weather map. All of the red and yellow was tearing me apart like a wishbone. After about 20 minutes after the scheduled start, the rain came. It didn’t just come, it came firing. People screamed as rain poured down on them. I sprinted to the food stand to get a hot dog and a pretzel. Lightning came next, and it was loud. People screamed every time lightning struck, and I was worried also. I got pretty good video of lightning almost striking a building across the highway. As we watched the rain, we heard very concerning news. “Did you hear that there is a tornado back home?” someone said with a sad tone. I almost peed myself. Me and my dad went and stood underneath the safest area of Busch, and it got pretty packed. The security guards were escorting people from the top 2 levels of Busch. Those were an hour and thirty minutes I would like to forget. So many drunk people in the same area. Lightning stopped an 1 hour and 30 minutes later, but it was still raining but the umpires started the game! It was 11:30 at night, and I was tired. We decided to just go

Some of us were finding bugs in the towels and also seeing mold in the air conditioning units. As the parents were demanding that the staff of the hotel would clean up the rooms the team sat in the lobby while Coach Gaines talked to us about the semifinal game we would play the next day. TEAM 1 was going to be a hard team to beat but every team member knew exactly what we needed to do to get that win to make it to the state final game. Coach Gaines, standing in the almost empty hotel, told us the game plan while her voice carried down the halls making it almost scary. She explained to the team, “to win games you have to work as team and hold each other up. Not one single person can carry this team”. After the meeting in the lobby we were all sent back to the rooms where half of the team sat up half the night worrying about how the game was going to go the next day or just about what bugs might be under the mattresses. I was awake half the night thinking of what might happen in the game. Will I strike out every time at bat? Will I make a ton of errors? Soon enough I wake up the obnoxious banging at the door and scream blaring down the hallways that it was game

The team was small but strong. The whole game the crack of the bat hitting the ball was atrocious. The other team had been hitting dingers the whole game. Somehow we had managed to keep the score to only five to three. The game was coming to an end because of the time limit. I could sense the umpires wanted the game to be over so we had to pick it up quickly. The time was running out, “Five minutes left!” yelled the home plate ump.

I look at the pitcher and remember the situation, bases loaded, 2 outs, down by 2 in the bottom of the seventh. The dirt crunched under my metal spikes as I prepare for the pitcher to deliver a pitch. He releases the ball and it flies from his hand towards the catcher. The catcher squeezes his glove but is surprised to find that there is no ball where he expected there to be. Instead the ball is flying straight forward, towards the center field fence. As I watched the ball soar over the center fielder’s head I trot the bases and halt at second base. We had scored three runs. Just enough to win the game.

“Set, hut!” The quarterback ordered as I took off down the field. The ball was thrown and it was to me, a fifth grader. I caught the ball and started running for the touchdown when out of the corner of my eye I saw the biggest guy on their team gaining yards. I tried to split into center field, then I was lifted up and thrown to the ground. Darkness fastly approached.

Within the small, hallow space between Greed and Sloth, Discontent lies, dormant and unrecognized. They prey upon those weary, malcontented souls who have nought to do but ruminate upon what they do not have, rather than upon the great many things they do. And in a decrepit shack in the Evergreens, Discontent lures those who would decide to feed off its disquieting presence. They first hear the sounds of a fire roaring, burning, consuming. Then, they will feel their arms and legs grow heavy and weak, straining for every modicum of movement. Finally, they will see their greatest desire, whether it be power, or wealth, or affection, just beyond the line of trees, and they will be helpless to resist the thrall. They will travel for miles and

A sudden Confederate attack in force in the early morning hours caused half-awake Union troops to flee their camps. The battle broke full force at daybreak Sunday, April 6th. At sunrise Lauren heard the thunder of distant musketry. The long roll had called the regiment out, and they did not know what an hour may bring forth. Pickets had been driven in, and skirmishing was going on at the front. Distant musketry and the rumbling of artillery past Lauren’s tent gave the situation a look of reality which she had not dreamed of an hour

One Saturday morning the hopeful winners of the Broomfield shootout. Also they were facing arsenal the best team in the other bracket.Then Broomfield did there warmup they jogged, then they passed and moved then they sat and waited for the game to start so they did not waste too much energy. Then, they took the field Nikhil passed the ball to Ian ,and Ian crossed the ball to Adan and he volleys the ball and scores, Then arsenal kicks the ball and Broomfield takes the ball and it goes to Evan and Evan shoots to the half line and scores 2-0 is the score Broomfield in the lead . All of the sudden Arsenal shoots and scores 2-1 then they shoot the ball again and it is 2-2. Then, Broomfield gives it all they have left and scores tweet the game whistle