Game 1: A Short Story

Man was I excited! This is going to be great. I hadn’t gone to a game the whole year, and this was my first game, a playoff game! Not to mention we had perfect seats. We left around 3 o’clock for good old Kauffman Stadium. The traffic was pretty bad and it took us a while to get there. When we got there all we saw was blue. The entrance was almost like a sea of blue. What an astonishing sight it was! When we got to our seats everybody was yelling and screaming for our starting pitcher, Yordano Ventura. Yordano was a great pitcher and he truly showed his skill in last year’s season. He has a little “spice” you could say, to him and he was my personal favorite for that reason. He was going up against the Toronto Blue Jays’ ace, David Price. The Royals led the series 1 game to none. Everybody was waving their blue and white “terrible towels” the entire time we were hitting. It was like there was a freight train rumbling its way through the stadium. The smells of hotdogs and peanuts were so powerful. I was touching nearly everyone near me. It was back and forth the first four innings but in the 5th the Blue Jays pulled away gaining a lead of 4-2. David Price had retired twelve batters in a row after the 6th inning. We thought it was hopeless. But then came Salvador Perez, Moose, Rios, Escobar and the hits just kept coming! It was so loud and I couldn’t even talk to my dad. The Royals have sometimes been called “The Comeback Kids” and I

I sat in silence while Louis drove. I’d glanced at the clock periodically, calculating our arrival time. We had left earlier than usual to accommodate for the impending sea of cars in the parking lot. For a small town, high school basketball against a rival school was about as big as it got. So, everybody in town was going to be there, and by everybody, I mean Katrina was going to be there.

Shanea reflected on the QP compliment which was telling her that her hair look nice, then describe her the color in her hair brings out her skin tone, as well as nice she looks, which will boost her self-esteem, and pat her on the back.

Down by one, two outs and it is the last time up to bat for the Wildcats. If we lose we will go home, but that is not what I am focusing on, right now, all thoughts are on the next pitch. With a runner on first and second, a hit to the outfield could tie the game. A bad pitch, maybe. A lucky shot, maybe. As the bat hits the ball, a silent focus turns to screaming and jumping. A ball hit about a foot off the right field line, fair, brings in our first runner with ease. A wave of relief sweeps over the whole third base side of the field. Our cheering distracted the other team, maybe. The tie upset them, maybe. Just a well-placed ball, maybe. Unseen through the excitement, there is a player rounding third heading home for the win. A ball thrown too late. A headfirst dive through the catcher’s legs. There is screaming from the third base side as the umpires arms stretch out parallel to the ground. Game over.

"We need to go back to the office." Alysha commanded as we all broke to find our cars. I took the lead this time, signaling out of the parking lot and onto the road. My mind went more miles per hour than my car was. I tried to predict what could be going on.

"Maybe we should wait until tomorrow when it's lighter outside," said Jacob nervously wiping his palms on his pants, then firmly taking hold of the steering wheel. The car lurched backward, halting as if something solid lay behind them. Suddenly, the headlights dimmed, flickering light against tall grass and without reason, shut off. Panic opened the door to his fears, forcing adrenaline to shoot and expand throughout his

After 200 miles of endless driving, I decided to pull over and let Aaron drive. We got out and switched places. “I dunno about this, Alex,” he stuttered. “You’ll be fine,” I said reassuringly. He walked around the side of the car and got into the driver’s seat.

Fear climbed up my spine as I watched his irate eyes glare back at me through the middle mirror from the driver’s seat. He drove roughly swaying from side to side on a road whose speed limit was 50 mph. It was only a matter of time until he whipped his steering wheel abruptly to the right, into a primarily empty ditch, with the exception of a few parked vehicles.

I move to the edge of my seat, the ridges in the aluminum bleachers are very uncomfortable. I feel the sun shining on my face. The cool northern breeze brushes across my cheeks and through my hair. The player’s bright white uniforms with royal blue lettering stand out against the green grass. The knees of the player’s pants stained with brown from the dirt, breaking up the white simplicity of the bottom half of the uniform. The pitcher winds up, transferring every ounce of energy from his toes, to his fingertips and, into the baseball. Within the blink of an eye the ball has left his hand and entered the catcher’s glove. The impact of the ball against the padded leather glove makes a popping sound. Strike one. The fans begin to cheer. The batter

Three days passed before Jingyan took a trip to Su Zhe's residence, following a familiar path to a destination with a wholly different sort of anticipation. He made his visit at night, when there were less watchful eyes and more shadows to hide his trail. When he finally stepped into the courtyard of plum blossoms, he detoured to the pond before entering the still-lit room of the house.

Her voice was drown out by the closing of the window and Rita’s foot on the gas pedal. Rita could not even imagine what the woman would do if she was able to get into the car. Not only was Rita’s heart beating extensively fast, but the car was going exponentially fast. Due to Rita’s heightened anxiety and fear, her ability to fathom the events, her mind was not focused on the road. Thus, a louder thud came from the car hitting a pole and falling into a grassy

My feet pushed onto the ground in tremendous speed ignoring the complaints of my fellow peers, “Gotta go fast” I thought grinning to myself as I slam the doors open and hop onto my motorbike immediately starting the vehicle, driving away from the school, “Faster” I whisper smirking to myself as I sped past the traffic light before it turned red.

I climbed onto the back of the Harley Davidson as Lindsay sped into the trails. She took a hard left narrowly missing a tree and almost making me fall off. We hurtled through the woods to our favorite spot so i turned up to the front and yelled to lindsay “Go full speed!” I didn't know if she heard me from the roar of our engine but she must have since she gained speed as we grew closer to the trail that I always dreaded.

Soon approaching was a small deep, depressing car. It was too late when Teeya saw the car weave into her side, crushing the door into her body, forcing her head into the dashboard. As the darkness consumed her vision a murderous pain shot through her head. Teeya could hear a faint sound of whaling sirens in the far out distance.

changed her mind and was returning. Stop that. She is not coming back. Rynna Hullvy had likely sent a boy from town to gather wine for the next day’s rituals.