Catcher Stories

Sa baseball ang hit by pitch o deadball ay ang tawag sa pitch na tumama sa batter. Ito ang first pitch ni Saffron pero at that time para kay Nutmeg kahit pa bad pitch iyon, iyon na ang the best na pitch ni Saffron. Tumaba ang puso ni Nutmeg nang maramdaman niya ang passion at trust ni Saffron sa pitch niyang iyon. Nangako siya sa sarili niya noon na ilalabas niya ang potensyal ni Saffron, ito kasi ang ideal pitcher niya. May individuality ito sa mound, hindi siya basta-basta sumusunod sa call ng catcher kaya marami sa senior nila ang nagagalit dahil sila pa raw ang sumusunod sa pitcher. Tyrant ito ang moniker ni Saffron kapag nasa mound. Nang marinig ito ni Nutmeg halos naiyak siya sa katatawa. Sa kanya kasi nagsusumbong si Saffron kapag hindi niya na kaya balewalain ang pagpaparinig ng mga inggitera nilang teammates. Sinasabi na lang ni Nutmeg na titigil din sila at magfocus na lang sa paglalaro. Pero kapag wala si Saffron tinatakot niya rin ang mga senior nila. Noong una pinagtawanan pa siya at binully pero kalaunan tumigil din sila dahil sa mga record na nakuha ni Nutmeg na gagawa ng malaking eskandalo kapag lumabas. Ganun pa man kahit na tumigil sila sa pagpaparinig ay nagawa pa rin nilang papangitin ang image ni Nutmeg sa bago nilang head coach na gusto lang magfocus sa pitcher. Wala itong paki-alam sa mga player na tingin niya ay walang espesyal na kakayahan. From main catcher na-demote si Nutmeg sa pagiging bullpen catcher. Hindi siya nagprotesta dahil last year na naman nila sa middle school. Nawala sa isip niya na with her stepping down naiwan sa itaas si Saffron at sa clutch ng bago nilang Head Coach. Dahil dito naging Tyrant talaga si Saffron, nagkaroon ng restraint ang bond nila. Hanggang sa isang araw nilapitan siya ni Saffron at sinabihang, "Huwag mo na ako sundan. Hindi na kita kailangan." Ano ba puwedeng sabihin dun? She was speechless, by the time na makabawi siya, nakaalis na si Saffron. That was her second mistake. -

We just finished this project in school, and I was assigned the task of writing from a female, modern day Holden's point of view. So here it is! Hope you enjoy! :D

"Come on," I groan, "we need to leave before 'they' catch on." Darrell moans. "It's two AM." "Yeah, and they're plotting our murders next so get your fatass up and pack your shit," I order," I leave at six with or without you." "You wouldn't leave me to die," he snorts. "Try me," I say deadly serious. "Okay, damn. I'll pack." I walk back into my room and grab my spray paint. I'm already packed so I just have to do some finishing touches. I go into the living room and leave a nice note for 'them'. Your too late, bitch. ........ Allison Ray Stinger moved from New York all the way to Chicago, IL. Why? Well if she tells you that, you're already dead. Her parents were murdered, so she lives with her manager. Her walls are so strong no one can break them. No one knows anything about her except she loves softball. She is the best catcher in America. But what happens when she's not only catching softballs but catching love? Can anyone break down her wall? Will she ever open up? Or will she kept it in and crash and burn?

The mark of death.

My name is Autumn, just Autumn. I lived a normal life until I went cheese shopping at half three in the morning. That morning, I met him. To be precise, he even stole that cheese. His name is Death, but please call him Noah. I would like to say that he’s an easy going, calm and nice person to be around, but that would be lying. He’s actually moody, has anger management problems and shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near sharp objects. He’s also my best friend, not that I had any choice in the matter, that is. This is a very complicated story of Death, whose name is actually Noah, his teddy bear, a sixteen year old girl, an extremely irritable math teacher, a broken washing machine and a few damned souls who want to kill me for no apparent reason.

[This is a work that is majorly in progress] Charon is quiet and strange. She's never had any friends, she's never had any enemies. But, on a particularly cold winter night, when a boy from her school discovers who she truly is, her life changes forever when it becomes a struggle to survive in a world she could never call her own. [This is my first full length piece, so please, bare with me while I work my way through this. Thank you! - Yurusenai ♡ ]

Two-hundred-odd pages, bound in blue backing.

There's something not quite right in the little town of Ashire Falls. Strange occurrences, children disappearing, and dark shadows lurking around every corner. Could it be that the children's nursery rhymes are true? What do you do when so much darkness surrounds you; when even your own dreams aren't safe anymore? © 2012 by Jordan Smigelski. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission.

What would you do if there was a girl on a baseball team..... Alli Phillips is 16 and loves baseball. Her dad was on the KC Royals baseball team and is a legend. When Alli tries out for that baseball team at Malifild High School, she hides as a boy.... but when she sees Jason Berry, the pitcher for the MHS Mountain Lions she falls in love. Will she be able to keep her secret Under The Cap.

Two hearts, a breeze and a heartbeat. There are 3 things in this world. One - not everything is what it seems. Two - Never be too close to a fae who just got heartbroken. There - Magic is all around us. All rights reserved.

Witches, soul mates, prophecies, secrets, and blood. At seventeen a witch comes of age. Melody has just turned seventeen and finds her soul mate, but he has a dark and troubled past full of secrets he won't tell her. But her only problem isn't just her soul mate's secrets. With her new found power, running for her life, and deadly prophecy: "One shall die.", she has a lot more on her hands. It's time for Melody to learn that not everyone gets a happily ever after. And in her book "The End" is written in blood.