write a story about sports

A person who lived the life to the maximum even being a person with paralysis, always played his favorite sport basketball, even if alone, follow the story of Jake Smith to be happy with a second chance. Jake who suffered a lot in his life, was unable to use his legs, lost his mother, was even more optimistic, before his death he received help from the fate that will be his system when he returns to age of 10, now that Jake can do it all over again, he will become a pro at basketball, and give a better life to his mother, and do everything he can to be happy Image by Varun Kulkarni from Pixabay To keep myself able to concentrate on writing, I'm doing lives on twitch, if you can follow me there and if you can and have a prime of amazon, subscribe, my name there is goodlionbr, https://www.twitch.tv/goodlionbr

Lin Chuan, a struggling writer, finally got his golden finger—the Career Life Experience System. Randomly experiencing a profession, after the experience is over, novels will be generated based on Lin Chuan's experiences. But Lin Chuan found that the professions he experienced were all too sketchy! Swindler, Assassin, Hacker, Touch Gold Captain... Corresponding novels were born: “Swindler,” “Hacker Kingdom,” “Touch Gold Notes,” and others came into existence. Before he knew it, his works became popular. Selected reader comments: “This book describes things too realistically, this is definitely an autobiography!” “With you confessing and me confessing, Mr. Lin will end up in prison sooner or later.” “Author Lin Chuan (×), Suspect Mr. Lin (√)” Unexpectedly, the reader's prophecy has come true! The police showed up, “We suspect you're involved in serious illegal and criminal activities!” Lin Chuan, “Huh?” The police, “The crimes in your novels, they're your actual deeds, right?” Lin Chuan's vision went dark. Done for, I've written myself into the station, but I'm really not a criminal suspect!!!!!!

[Currently under heavy editing] Death. What is death actually? Athan, a twenty-one year old genius, died in an accident. He got hit by a truck and was thrown few meters on the ground. "I couldn't even finish reading the novel..." He regrettably thought, holding onto his phone tightly not wanting to let go. In the screen, there were letters written in a sentence waiting to be read. However, he couldn't. In his last moment, he could only think of one thing. It was his wish to finish the remaining three chapters of the novel. "I guess I'll never find out the ending..." He closed his eyes and let his mind get drowned in darkness. [ Timer left : 00Y : 00H : 00M : 03S ] [ Timer left : 00Y : 00H : 00M : 02S ] [ Timer left : 00Y : 00H : 00M : 01S ] [ Timer left : 00Y : 00H : 00M : 00S ] As the loud ticking sound rang in his ear, his mind finally gave out as he fell unconscious. He was dead. He was sure of it, but... "Eh...?" The moment he opened his eyes, he found himself in someone else's body. He stared at his hands in surprise and noticed that he was in a body of a newborn child that came out just a few moments ago. And worse, "So... Am I gonna die again?" He was reincarnated as a villain. ~~~ Hello guys, Author here, I just wanted to say that this is the first novel I've ever write, also my language is not full english. So, expect that some of my grammar are bad. Feel free to criticized me if my writing is bad, so I can change and learn more about writing. I will be re-editing the first volume in the future.

Nang magsimula ang next season ng Honor of Kings, ang sikat at kilalang 'Trash Talk King' sa MLBB ay lumipat sa HoK. Viewers: [ Fuck! Bakit nandito si Boss?! ] Viewers: [ It's over! It's over! It's over! ] Kilala siya dahil sa bastos niyang bibig at magaling manira ng mental state ng mga pro players. Boss: [ Kung tinitira mo ako patalikod, sana sinabi mo para tumuwad ako. ] Marksman user, "................" Boss: [ I suggest na bumalik to sa training room. ] Boss: [ Yung gumagamit ng Bai Qi......... .......grabe kabulok!...] Viewers: [ Fuck you Boss, 100x! ] Boss: [ Kaya hindi maubos-ubos ang basura sa Pilipinas dahil sa mga playing style niyo na grabe ka basura. ] Viewers: [..............] Meanwhile.... Viewers: [ Boss, bakit hindi mo pinapatay si Augran? ] Boss: [ Augran is my lover. ] FTT base. Augran user, "..............." Nang dumating ang next season, makikita ang bagong post ng FTT Official Account kung saan nakalagay ang information ng bagong mid-laner. Hindi nagtagal, nalaman nilang si Boss ang bagong mid-laner ng Team FTT kung saan naroon ang Jungle King na si God J bilang captain ng Team. Lahat sila ay pare-pareho ng tanong. "The Trash Talk King Will Join Esport?!" Great Demon King Of The League x Trash Talk King

As she walked back to her room, her mind raced. "Oh no. I'm inside a novel. This novel," she thought, panic bubbling beneath her composed exterior. She was living in the world of the book she had been so engrossed in, reincarnated as the character everyone loved to hate. Determined to survive and rewrite her fate, Amelia resolved to navigate this treacherous new world with care. She would use her knowledge of the novel to her advantage, starting with maintaining her new persona as the overly friendly, reformed stepmother. And perhaps, just perhaps, she might even find a way to win the cold duke's heart.

"Prophecies are meant to be fulfilled. This one was meant to be erased." At the end of Kali Yuga, the world waits for Kalki—the divine avatar fated to end the age of darkness. But fate has fractured. A new force walks the earth. Not born of prophecy. Not blessed by gods. An anomaly—unrecorded, unpredicted, unstoppable. He wears silence like armor. His past, a ghost. His strength, immeasurable. And wherever he walks, the lines of destiny begin to tremble. Some whisper he’s a myth reborn. Others fear he’s a warning written too late. But all will soon understand: He was never meant to exist… and yet, he is here. And he brings with him only one vow: “I Shall Write My Own Destiny!.”

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"We can't," he breathed against her neck, reaching up to nip at her earlobe. Rhiannon quirked an eyebrow. "Why? Because it's wrong? Because you're worried my mean old dad will come after you?" she murmured. John's chuckle reverberated against her shoulder where his onslaught of kisses continued. "Something like that…” *** When Rhiannon Cates’s publishing dreams are squandered, she is forced to move home. However, when her father's wealthy best friend starts to catch feelings for her, she realizes bartending at a local bar might not be the worst thing to happen to her. When their love ignites Can the two of them overcome their differences, Rhiannon’s father, and true love in the end? *** "Oh, perfect. So, you thought if you threw some money on me, you might get a little action? You thought you could turn me into one of those slimy girls that dated you as a stepping stone? I don't want your f*cking money." The Write Off by R B Taylor is an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

[Aren't you sick being a side character?] [Welcome to Grimmemoria, gather the stories, histories and memories of the world and rewrite your story]. Those were the words I read before beginning this game. King Arthur vs King Artoria. Sun Wukong vs Goku Fafnir vs Godzilla?! Stories are merely words, it's the reader who gives them meaning. Art by Moaxji, check outer her Twitter for the not compressed version of this cover. https://twitter.com/moxaji_ HEADS UP, THIS BOOK IS NOW CONTRACTED, SO THERE MIGHT BE ANOTHER VERSION POPPING UP. THAT WILL BE THE ONE GETTING UPDATES.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!