When I was seven my dad began teaching me how to shoot hoops. Every night after dinner if it wasn't raining or snowing we would spend hours in the driveway with his worn out ball and the rusty metal hoop hanging perilously off the front of the garage. "Dribble with your left hand," he would chastise me when I would use my strong right. "Move your feet, don't...
A narrative from Ms. Gimply's collection. My brother, Johnny, told me that Mark had come back. He was living in the same city where I lived in a group home for the disabled. Mark had been my brother's best friend since primary school. They had been inseparable until Mark left for college ten years ago. Of course, I had known him well, too, as he had been an...
I was heading home. The drive was a couple of thousand miles but I was heading home to my husband, Dalton. I suppose some would say I was simply out of my mind, but I knew exactly what I was letting myself in for. At least I thought I did. I also was reasonably sure I could handle it. I left Dalton because I thought he was trying to control me. There real...
"Welcome to this year's induction ceremony to Major League Baseball's Hall of Fame. As Commissioner of Major League Baseball, it is always my pleasure to host the annual induction ceremony. However this year is extra special because for the first time in history The Baseball Hall of Fame has waived its 5 year waiting period to accommodate the induction of n...
Checking my watch, it turned out that the time was later than I thought. I knew I was more than a little drunk. The girls were still out on the dance floor just like old times as the guys, too chicken shit to dance, sat around in a group at a table talking about football and reliving old memories. Jesus, I couldn't get over how strange this weekend had been...
The summer was coming to an end, which meant a new part of my life was nearing. I was accepted at a college in New Hampshire. I was a bit apprehensive of moving so far from home. I've lived in a small town in North Dakota all my life and have only gone to surrounding towns near me. The thought of the unfamiliar excited me but at the same time made me feel...
It was nearly four in the morning and nothing was moving. Even the dogs which had been prowling the neighborhood had stopped barking and had retired for the night. The Acock Motel's no vacancy sign threw a faint light onto the parking lot, which was empty except for Moon Dog's solitary car. He had parked beside a hedge in the deep shadows at the edge of the...
4:32AM... it was 4:32AM when Carmen's fortitude gave out. She collapsed in bed, unconcerned when the springs stabbed at her, or with the meagre cover. Hot coals would lull her to sleep easier. On her desk, a series of newspapers were strewn about with random ads circled or crossed out, mostly the latter. Her phone was discarded beside them, out of minutes an...
"Are you unwell?" Mrs. Myers, the interviewer, asked. "No, I mean, yes, I feel great, actually. I mean, I'm good, I'm happy. Yes, I'm good," Hannah Johnson said, the words spilling out as a blush darkened her light features. Her words were true, too -- Hannah felt fine, except for the anxious voice in her head that scolded her babbling inelegance. "Good,"...
How Friday got a reputation "Oh, my fucking God!" Sissy McDowell gasped as she reached into my boxer shorts. "That's all you?" I pulled my face back from her neck and straightened up. "Yes. What's the matter?" I responded defensively, certainly unsure of myself and her reaction now that I had my hand on first base. "You're fucking huge!" She exclaimed wit...