I have a rough outline written ahead of time so I just add some color and flesh it out with the dialogue which helps. some updates are harder than others to write but a one-scene like the last one is pretty easy.Captain Canada wrote: ↑01 Aug 2024, 14:06You really pushing these out, how do you find writing them? No struggle or what?
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
M-OH (6-3, 4-1) | 3 | 0 | 7 | 25 | 35
BALL (1-8, 1-4) | 0 | 6 | 16 | 3 | 25
M-OH QB Brett Gabbert: 15-25, 251 yds, TD, INT, 10 att, 33 yds, TD
M-OH HB Kenny Tracy: 33 att, 121 yds, 2 TD
BALL QB Kial Kelly: 25-32, 219 yds, TD, INT, 10 att, 10 yds
BALL HB Kamaldeen Seidu-Harris: 19 att, 74 yds, fumble (out of bounds), 11 rec, 51 yds
BALL HB Charlie Spegal: 7 att, 9 yds, TD
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
“Niggas is hoes, they tuck their tail because they be scared!”
Kam just nodded his head along, letting the booming bass reverberate within his chest as he kept his head low, never straying too far from another sip of his drink.
His frustration due to diminishing touches was now turned to gratitude as he could actually move his body, that he did to wrap his arm Yassy’s waist, engulfing her in his massiveness.
“That’s that Henny,” she remarked, looking back at him with a smile as she pushed her backside into him.
“That’s all me,” he replied, boastfully referring to his expanding appendage.
“You’re going to get us kicked out,” she laughed, turning around to kiss him before returning to face the crowded living room.
“Half these people already got their first nut in the bathroom,” he replied, taking another sip, its effect increasing with each one.
She laid back into his arm as he braced himself against the wall, one arm around her waist while he continued to take more frequent sips of his drink. The effects were too potent, leaving him off guard as the girl whose text messages he had been ignoring all week was now directly in front of him.
“Hey,” Amy said sheepishly, “Do you have like a minute to talk?”
“I’m so sorry,” she addressed Yassy, “It’ll just be a quick second.”
Yassy nodded and went to step away but Kam grabbed her and brought her in close, “You’re good. What’s up?”
Amy opened her mouth for a moment before closing it, forcing a smile as she simply shook her head, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll just ask someone else.”
She walked back into the crowd, her sweatshirt and sweatpants initially sticking out like a sore thumb before disappearing among the masses. Yassy looked back towards Kam who simply shrugged.
“I haven’t talked to that girl in like a month,” he contested, “Not like we’re exclusive or anything but shit, we might as well be on my side.”
“That’s a weird way of asking someone to be your girlfriend,” Yassy scoffed, annoyance in her tone.
“I’m not,” he stumbled through his words, the cognac heavy on his breath, “It’s just that I’m not seeing anybody, but you so don’t let whatever the fuck just happened get in your head or something.”
“I’m not in my head or something,” she spat back, “I just don’t want to be on campus looking like a fucking fool while you’re knocking down every white bitch with a modicum of an ass.”
“I don’t think modicum has ever been use in that context,” Kam tried to lighten the mood to no avail, returning to his reliable cognac as he sipped the night away.
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BALL (2-8, 2-4) | 10 | 10 | 8 | 14 | 42
BUFF (4-6, 3-3) | 0 | 7 | 0 | 14 | 21
BALL HB Kamaldeen Seidu-Harris: 27 att, 162 yds, TD
BALL HB Charlie Spegal: 23 att, 139 yds, 2 TD
BUFF QB C.J. Ogbonna: 10-19, 121 yds, TD, INT, 17 att, 120 yds
BUFF HB Jacqez Barksdale: 12 att, 83 yds, TD
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If one more RTG player got a baby... 
Good win over Buffalo though
Good win over Buffalo though
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EYE didn't do shit lmaoCaptain Canada wrote: ↑01 Aug 2024, 17:15I thought the same thing, I swear if you make this shorty be pregnant
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
https://www.tiktok.com/@cthashow/video/ ... 79?lang=enSoapy wrote: ↑01 Aug 2024, 16:08She laid back into his arm as he braced himself against the wall, one arm around her waist while he continued to take more frequent sips of his drink. The effects were too potent, leaving him off guard as the girl whose text messages he had been ignoring all week was now directly in front of him.
“Hey,” Amy said sheepishly, “Do you have like a minute to talk?”
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
a momentary moment of weakness!Caesar wrote: ↑01 Aug 2024, 21:58https://www.tiktok.com/@cthashow/video/ ... 79?lang=enSoapy wrote: ↑01 Aug 2024, 16:08She laid back into his arm as he braced himself against the wall, one arm around her waist while he continued to take more frequent sips of his drink. The effects were too potent, leaving him off guard as the girl whose text messages he had been ignoring all week was now directly in front of him.
“Hey,” Amy said sheepishly, “Do you have like a minute to talk?”
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
Kam kept adjusting himself in his seat, never quite finding the right comfort zone as the light beamed upon his face.
“Are we good on the audio again?”
The interviewer looked into the distance, his chin raised before nodding and turning to face Kam, instantly flashing a smile and turning on their personality like a switch.
“What’s your favorite quiet corner on campus?”
“Uhh,” Kam struggled to remember his lines, “Definitely the greenhouse, the Rinard Orchid Greenhouse, just a great place to relax and clear my headspace after a long day of studying and practicing.”
“Can we clean that up in post?” the interviewer once again looked past Kam and into the crew of producers in the background, their tone reverting to their natural pitch.
Kam looked towards his lifeline, the sports information director that was in the room with him, who gave him a thumbs up.
“This late into the season,” the interview’s personality perked up once more, “How do you keep your body and mind ready for the next practice, the next game, the next touchdown?”
“Renewal Energy Fitness,” Kam quickly remembered, “They do a great job of keeping my body fresh, my mind clear and my spirit energized.”
“I think we’re good,” the interviewer stood up, undoing their headset, not bothering to look towards Kam as he resumed conversation with his producers.
“That was good,” the sports information director reassured Kam as she led Kam out of the media room, unhooking all the various wires that were latched onto him.
A local newspaper had done a profile on Kam’s team when he was twelve, interviewing him for about five minutes but that was the extent of his experience with the media. Ball State didn’t make freshmen available to the press but in the new college football landscape with NIL deals, successful freshmen couldn’t be shielded for long.
Despite the discomfort, it was the easiest $1,072 that Kam had ever earned.
“Coach needs him,” one of the staffers was quick to shout as they exited the media room, evident they had been waiting for him.
Kam looked towards the SID who simply shrugged, “I can’t help you there. Don’t forget to retweet, post the interview stuff when it comes out. I’ll send it to you.”
“Yeah,” Kam replied, his mind already racing towards his impending meeting.
“I’m serious,” they insisted as they kept trailing off into the hallway, “Failure to do so is a breach of contract!”
Kam had much more pressing matters as he followed the staffer into locker room, flipping through possible scenarios in his mind.
As successful of a game as he had against Buffalo, so had Charlie and with Senior Day on the horizon, the redshirt junior might have been giving the opportunity to start once more after Kam had wrestled the starting job away. He ultimately decided that whatever it was, he was going to find out sooner or later as the staffer opened the door to Coach Neu’s office.
His desk was filled with various stacks of paper, revealing the mundane administrative side of the job.
“Have a seat,” Coach Neu said between bites of his makeshift dinner, putting the plate of crackers, lunch meat and cheese to the side as he dusted his fingers on his shirt, “Close the door, please.”
Kam sat down, still feeling the brightness of the camera lights.
“You’re not in trouble or anything,” coach Neu began, trying to relax the freshman with little success, “This is completely informal, off the record.”
“Yes, sir,” he managed to get out, a lump firmly in his throat.
Why was he so nervous? He hadn’t done anything wrong. At least not in the past six months.
“We have a…” coach Neu scrambled for the right words, “Complaint against some members of the team, some pretty serious stuff.”
“A girl named Amy,” he shuffled through his desk for the right paperwork, “Stallings, Amy Stallings. I’m assuming you’ve met here before?”
“The girl from Wisconsin?” Kam’s mind raced. He hadn’t spoken to Amy in weeks, but he remembered her texts, their ambiguous nature.
“I don’t know, son, maybe, probably. She’s filling a complaint against some guys on the team, saying they, uhh, mistreated her. Now again, you’re not in trouble or anything, not like she named you as one of the guys but I’m just trying to get an understanding of what happened.”
“I don't really know anything about that, coach,” Kam replied truthfully.
“I’m going to shoot it straight,” coach Neu straightened himself out, “That girl is saying that three of our boys took her up to a lake, got her drunk and had their way with her. She’s also saying there’s a video of it out there somewhere.”
It all began to fall into place in Kam’s mind.
“Now, she’s also saying that she has witnesses that saw her head over to the lake with them boys. The problem is, the guys are saying they never took her to no lake, they never even hung out with the girl like that. You see where you come in?”
“Yes, sir.”
“This isn’t a criminal matter, at least not right now. I’m not asking you to lie for nobody, I’m not asking you to vouch for nobody but before I get myself and this program here involved in y’all drunken business, I got a right mind to know what the hell is it I’m walking myself into, you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now,” coach Neu cleared his throat, “I’m going to ask you this question and I need you think long and hard about it, son, no strings attached. Did you see that girl go up to a lake with some boys from our team?”
“I mean, I know she went to the lake because she asked me to come with, but I didn’t go with her.”
“That’s not what I asked,” coach Neu leaned forward, “Did you see her go to a lake with them boys?”
The room felt smaller, the walls closing in. Coach Neu’s gaze bore into him, seeking truth, demanding clarity. Kam’s throat tightened as he grappled with the gravity of his answer.
“No, sir.”