| Sports Fiction posted March 16, 2015 |
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A short baseball story
Blaze of Glory
by jmdg1954
Dog days of summer. August barked humidity and sweltering heat. Sun giggled as its cascaded rays showered the baseball diamond below.
Springfield Mudhawks assembled in left field. Stood like soldiers in a straight line.
"Cup check," coach yelled.
We all wore cups except for Blaze. Coach knew it. Strolled to the first player in line, Murph. Looked straight into scarety-cat eyes and flicked the bat. Shot to the groin.
Thwack.
The Murph stood tall. Looked straight ahead. Uncomfortable? Grunt was indicative. Passed. Coach continued with identical results.
Thwack. Grunt.
Thwack. Grunt.
"Blaze, you're up."
Nervous energy. Sweat beads rolling. He exhaled and spread his legs. Inverted "V". Tough guy or screwball?
The team directed their attention to Blaze's stone cold look.
Coach's remorse set-in. This brave, pudden-headed soul he thought, before flicking the bat, easily. Mudhawks cringed and watched with amazement. Blaze's face reddened. He coughed. Knees buckled. Fell to the ground. He panted, gasped for breath and lay motionless on his back. Silent. Embraced the pain.
Behind tearful eyes came a snort and chuckle. His face wrinkled in laughter. Mudhawks applauded his heroic efforts.
Coach was impressed. "You left me no choice, son."
"Legendary, Dad, legendary."
Choose One Of The Following Titles writing prompt entry
Dog days of summer. August barked humidity and sweltering heat. Sun giggled as its cascaded rays showered the baseball diamond below.
Springfield Mudhawks assembled in left field. Stood like soldiers in a straight line.
"Cup check," coach yelled.
We all wore cups except for Blaze. Coach knew it. Strolled to the first player in line, Murph. Looked straight into scarety-cat eyes and flicked the bat. Shot to the groin.
Thwack.
The Murph stood tall. Looked straight ahead. Uncomfortable? Grunt was indicative. Passed. Coach continued with identical results.
Thwack. Grunt.
Thwack. Grunt.
"Blaze, you're up."
Nervous energy. Sweat beads rolling. He exhaled and spread his legs. Inverted "V". Tough guy or screwball?
The team directed their attention to Blaze's stone cold look.
Coach's remorse set-in. This brave, pudden-headed soul he thought, before flicking the bat, easily. Mudhawks cringed and watched with amazement. Blaze's face reddened. He coughed. Knees buckled. Fell to the ground. He panted, gasped for breath and lay motionless on his back. Silent. Embraced the pain.
Behind tearful eyes came a snort and chuckle. His face wrinkled in laughter. Mudhawks applauded his heroic efforts.
Coach was impressed. "You left me no choice, son."
"Legendary, Dad, legendary."
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Writing Prompt Since the Cat Stevens titles prompt was so popular, I thought I'd create another prompt but this time with a Bon Jovi flavour! I hope your creative juices are stirred and the places fill up just as quickly :) Choose one of the following titles. Where does it take you? Get writing: poem, fiction, essay, whatever you like! 200 words maximum word count. Wanted Dead or Alive Bed of Roses Bad Medicine Runaway Never Say Goodbye Lay Your Hands On Me Blaze of Glory (The titles listed are titles of tracks from the Bon Jovi album - Cross Road) The title of your work MUST be the title you chose from the list. (There shouldn't be any confusion in the booth for duplicate entries of title, as your name will be displayed alongside your entry.) Artwork and author notes welcome. |
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