Creative Writing: The Rocket

Hockey. How bad is it to be a heartless player? The dilemma with Eric is that he feels a flaming fire in him but he can’t even explain it to anybody. He can’t even explain it to his parents that really like watching him play. Chris Lynch’s IceMan offers insight on Eric’s experience with hockey and how it shaped his life and just generally made him who he is. Eric is 14 years old. He is an average hockey player on his team. He talks about the games he had played and what he thought about how they went, and how he felt during the game. After reading the story Iceman by Chris Lynch it gave me a lot of thoughts about how to act in distinctive situations. I don’t recommend this text to everybody because it is predominantly about hockey. This fiction

During Saul’s first few years at St. Jerome’s, he found a love for hockey. What sparked his interest was the first game he watched of the older boys at the school. After discovering his newfound passion, Saul begs for a placement on the team. Although he does not become a member, Saul is assigned the chore to the clean the rink before practice every morning. It is evident that Saul took this opportunity seriously and would do almost anything to get closer to the game.

I am reading Blades of Glory by John Rosengren and I am on page 179. This book is about a hockey team from Canada. The name of the hockey team is the Fighters. The main character is named Blake. Blake is 16 years old and is the captain of his team. Blake is a very positive leader but he has serious family problems. Blake’s dad passed away when Blake was ten. Blake was extremely upset about his father’s death and Blake considered quitting hockey. Blake’s mom did not let Blake quit because she knew that Blake’s dad loved watching him play. Blake was elected captain of his high school hockey team. Blake was determined to be the greatest captain he could possibly be. The team is doing very well, and made it to the section championship game. Blake was injured, but he

The sun has risen and a young boy jumps out of bed with excitement, as he knows today he gets to go to his first professional baseball game. His father had bought him the tickets for his birthday months ago, and the boy had been counting down the days ever since. He put on his favorite ‘Cleveland Indians’ shirt, and ran downstairs to eat his yogurt and waffles for breakfast. As he ate, his mother saw him happily drawing Jacob’s Field, using his brown crayon to put the finishing touches on the base paths. The boy had a penchant attitude for baseball, as it was the first game his father ever taught him to play, and because of that, he would play whenever he could; with rocks and a stick, with his friends in the yard, and in his head when he

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

Competing for the spot. This kid named mike plays center field for the rangers, his high school baseball team. He is the captain of his team and his teammates and coach expect a lot from him. Their first day of training there was a foreign exchange student that plays the same position as mike and his name is Oscar Ramirez. When he first got their no one thought that he was good and no one knew who he was so they all looked down on him. Once he started batting and got out in center field then they all realized that he wasn't a joke. Everyone thought that if you played any sports than you are a jock and this kid named Zack always made Mike mad. Zack was walking down the hall way and stopped in front of Mike and was annoying him and called him

All of a sudden, we see John signed up. We were as sad as a boy who dropped his ice cream. I didn't know what to do. He was going to take my spot on the team. “I knew he would sign up!” said Alex. After school was over Alex came over and we practiced hitting and fielding until dinner. “I hope we're ready for tryouts.” I said. Tomorrow we saw John. “Hey losers, which one of you is trying out for the team.” John shouted.

“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.

At a very young age, he displays his physical and academic abilities that are apparently the best in the whole school! Being the best in a distinguished school can be difficult, but Ryan always perseveres through any troubles that come at him. During a rugby practice right before a big game, Ryan gets into an accident and ends up receiving 18 stitches on his head. This creates a big problem in Ryan’s ability to play in the big game the next day. In the nurse’s office, he has a conversation with his rugby coach about playing the next day.

Rhian Savage is working his way up the ranks of professional hockey, with the dream of making it to the NHL getting closer every day. He’s doing it alone—no family, no friends—and that’s the way he likes it. Then he arrives in New Brunswick, and meets the Moncton Ice Cats. Suddenly, he’s got friends—and even something that might be an honest-to-god crush.

So Owen and their dad tried to help Russell get to start watching basketball. One day Owen and his dad were watching a basketball game, and Russell came downstairs to get his book that he really wanted to read, but his dad wanted him to watch the game. Throughout the game Russell new random facts that he read in the newspaper, even though he really didn’t want to watch the game. Owen was mad that his dad wanted Russell wanted to watch the game because that was him and his dad’s thing. He and his dad always had a special bond because of basketball, and his dad had a hard time connecting with Russell because he was a Mathlete. Instead of having a basketball game he would have a brainac competition, which their mom went to while their dad went to Owens basketball games. So instead of practicing his layups Russell would be diving into his books or next week’s homework. As Owen is trying to help Russ with his dribbling and his shooting, he came to the assumption that he was terrible at both. As Owen went for a layup, Russ was standing under the goal and suddenly he blocked his shot over and over

As the next few weeks flew by I decided to join recreation.  And guess who was my coach? My mom!!  I wasn't that bad   After some time when recreation was finished, I was eager to keep playing through the winter. We found another team a little bit further away but that was okay .   We pulled up to the place. “Welcome to Dutch Total Field Hockey”, the sign read.  “Why would they name a place Dutch Total Field Hockey?”, I thought.  As we walked further into the dome a lady greeted us, “ Hello and welcome to Dutch Total Field Hockey.  I am Ingrid.”, she explained in a strong accent.  I thought she would be my new coach.  After weeks of training I became used to the giant bubble, otherwise known as the dome.  I was getting the hang of it and wanted so badly to continue playing so after a few more months I was enjoying every minute I played! When the summer rolled around I was ready for field hockey camp! By that time I knew everyone there and they all knew me. I loved field hockey camp so much and continued wIth their program during the fall.  One afternoon after practice was over, I received an envelope with my name on it. I showed my mom and we found out they wanted me for their select team.  I was so excited I was glowing with

I make a face of pure and utter disgust that is greater with a chorus of laughter and voices claiming they washed their gear, but we all know they didn’t. I could not say I had washed mind recently either. These are the people that I knew only for a few hours on a few nights a week. Late nights, early mornings and lazy Sundays were the only times we got to see each other and there wasn't much room for chitchat, but they all felt like sisters to me. I knew about their childhoods and about how everyone of them became a hockey player. I knew their mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, but they all came from different schools, families, and lives. There was one girl a sharp, smart, skilled player who had an afro bigger than her hockey bag. She was always telling people what they could improve on and everyone listened too her because she was so skilled. She suffered from seizures and after a few scary practices, that she always came back from, she had to stop playing because it was too risky. It was the saddest goodbye ever. She skated off the ice that day with a tear in her eye. I knew it was a hard moment for her, but I never knew what it would really feel like to be in that situation. To walk away from something that we love and to forget something that reliefs all our stress because it could effect our health. I didn’t know at the time that I would have to experience it first

One day in the city of Chiquana, a man named Jeremy Hudson lived with his wife and son. He was a famous Canadian league receiver for the Chiquana Dragons. Over the course of his 13 year career he has racked up 14,367 yards, and 133 touchdowns. The upcoming season had been cancelled due to bomb threats by a group of hitmen . His wife Sheree Hudson, and his son Phillip Hudson were not to happy. They had gotten season tickets, and there wasn't going to be a season.

“Dad, it doesn’t seem fair,” announced Racer, disappointment coloring his voice. The set in his jaw and the pinch in his brow spoke more emphatically than his words. Though he didn’t believe a single word that came out of his mouth, he couldn’t stop himself from uttering this statement. Basketball was Racer’s passion: he ate, and breathe the very essence of basketball. He believed that he might even love it more than his eldest brother Victor, who had an unfortunate car accident a couple of years earlier, and yet they approved of his playing of basketball. Do not get him wrong, he was very happy for his big brother, but it just didn’t seem fair. Usually he followed he parent’s decision as being final, but this time he just couldn’t let it