Sunflower-Chapter One

Sunflower-Chapter One

A Story by Coffee123321

CHAPTER ONE

“Watch out!” I yelled to Maple from the pitcher's mound. She was dancing again. Maple loved to dance, even on the softball field. If it weren't for our unfair parents, she would be dancing her head off. I rolled my eyes as she fumbled the softball from the wet and soggy sand.

She didn’t even throw the ball back to me in the air. For some reason she thought it would be a good idea to roll the softball on the ground when she was only a few feet away from me. It rolled so slowly, so gently, I had to run over to her and pick it up. At this point we were down by three whole run’s. All because of Maple. After getting us one more out, we went into the damp dugout where everyone was fuming.

“Why would you do that?” Haley asked, throwing her glove to the ground.

“For real!” Dana said, sitting in the corner with her arms crossed.

“What a loser.” Maria mumbled as she went to drink water.

“Maple,” I started to ask, “Are you ok?” Her short black hair shook side to side. Even though she might have cost us the game, she was still my little sister.

“Here, take this.” I said, as I gave her the rest of my sunflower seeds. Sunflower seeds were her favorite thing in the world, besides dancing. So Maple was very happy when she saw that it was taco bell flavored. Maple pretty much loved everything. I couldn’t really think of anything she didn’t love.

“Thanks,” My little sister replied. This was the first time I’d seen her upset since the incident. That was over a year ago. Maple was just all around a happy, cheerful, loving person. Even though she wasn’t amazing on the field, she got straight A’s, lot’s of friends, and was popular. She pretty much had it all.

That wasn’t me at all. Sometimes I just look at her and wonder how on earth my sister and I were even related. I have C’s, one - two  friends and was pretty much Maple’s shattow. Plus she looked a lot like our mom. 

Dad was tall, kinda had a beard, and liked baseball. In fact, he played all throughout high school. Dad also had dark brown hair since he was born. He was involved in anything and everything! Softball, baseball, wrestling, even basketball. You name it, he did it. He was here then he was there! He was always somewhere at some point! Mom on the other hand, not so much.

Mom was short, had glasses and didn’t like sports. She did NOT like to meet new people. She hates socializing. Kinda like me, when she was born, she had blond long hair. Then somehow, her hair turned black near 16 to 19. Weird. Anyway, even though she wasn’t into sports like her three kids, mom was amazing with school. Somehow she understood math,(something no one in our family could ever do), very creative and amazing with vacation planning, and all round all planning.

Maple was short, had black hair since forever and only kinda liked softball. We were complete opposites. Like I said before, my little sister was always happy.

Me on the other hand had three shades of hair, dark brown hair on top, lighter brown hair in the middle, and blonde hair for the tips. I was a light hair baby at birth. I also love running around everywhere. I’m kinda fast for my age too. I play softball, basketball, wrestling, and have always wanted to try karate. 

I even have two companies (one where I’m trying to make my own website for), do girl scouts, rainbow girls, finance club, pitching plus batting lessons, and write my own stories, like this one. I’m planning to be an author by 13 or 14. My family thinks it’s just a phase, but it's not. I could feel it.

“ Want some?” Maple handed me some seeds. She only gives me seed’s when I’m almost up to bat or pitch. I looked at who was up. Thankfully it was Jade. She was our star hitter. With the base's loetted, she was our best bet. I prayed silently to god for her to hit a homerun.

“Ohhh” The whole team could feel Jade's pain. The ball got right in the shin. Jade hopped back into the dugout. I guess it was too much pain. Worse, we only got one run from that. Now I was up.

I grabbed my bat and helmet and chewed the life out of those seeds. It was the last inning, we were down by one now and there were two outs. If I got out, it would be my fault. My team being let down by me.

“Strike one.” The big blue guy said, looking at his apple watch. How was he getting paid to just look at his watch? He’s not even paying attention to the game! The ball was up to my eyes in fact! My dad would be so mad if he saw me, or anyone really, swing at that.

“Strike two.” The unpare said again. Sure I swung this time because I knew it was in the strike zone but again, he was not paying attention. Instead he was looking at some girl, younger than me. I knew her too. It was Lasy, the kid who was eating the sand and goldfish at the same time. Yuck.

I stepped out of the lefty’s batter’s box to take a breather. I took my practice swing and heard the air from my bat as air blew in my ear. I stepped back and waited for my fate. If we won, we would be the champions. But if we lost, we were done for the season. I couldn’t let down my team. I just couldn’t! Everything relied on me, the pitcher and the blue guy, who only now was looking. Two outs, last inning, two strikes and one more pitch.

I strangled my bat and held my ground, put my bat up near my shoulders and looked the ball dead in the eye. I could tell the pitcher was doing a fastball from the way she didn’t change or shuffle the ball as much. I do the same thing all the time. This one pitch was my hardest one to hit. We needed two runs or else. The pitcher went in her wind up and everything went quiet. No cheers, no babies crying, no nothing.

The only thing heard was the sound of my bat connecting with the ball and my team cheering their heads off.

It was a homerun.


© 2025 Coffee123321


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Coffee123321
I'll post a new chapter every few months! (P.S I'm not that good at spelling😅) Please tell me what y'all think of it!

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You’re working hard, That’s obvious. But like over 90% of hopeful writers, you’ve fallen into the trap of transcribing yourself telling the story as if to an audience. And that cannt be made to work, for reasons invisible till pointed out:

1. When you read your own work, you begin reading already knowing the situation, the actors, the backstory, and, what’s about ton come. And because you do, you leave out context the reader needs.

Look at the opening as the reader:

• “Watch out!” I yelled to Maple from the pitcher's mound.

When you read that opening an image of the girl on the pitcher’s mound, and, who she’s yelling to, appears in your mind—probably was there before you read the first word.

The reader? We don’t know where we are in time OR space. We don’t know the pitcher’s age, gender, or name, so this could be a pro pitcher yelling to John Maple on third base. She could be in her teens, be part of a company ball team, or, they might be elves in a magical world.

You know. The people in the story know. The reader, the ones you wrote it for? Not a clue. And while you might reasonably say to read on and it will become clear, they won’t, because confusion cannot be retroactively removed.

And look at:

• “The only thing heard was the sound of my bat connecting with the ball and my team cheering their heads off.
It was a homerun.”

You first, told the reader they cheered, and THEN, she hit a home run. So you place effect before cause, which cannot happen in life.

2. When you read your own work, your voice is filled with emotion the reader cannot-know-to-place-into-theirs. Nor can they know the gestures, expression changes, or body language you expect them to use as they read the storyteller’s script you’ve given them.

So…This is most definitely NOT what you hoped to see. And it stings. It stings a lot. I’ve been there, so I know. But as I said, the problems are invisible to you, and, they hit pretty much everyone. But of most importance, it’s fixable—though that’s NOT a list of, “Don’t do that. Do this instead.”

Here’s the deal, and the thing we all forget:

First, the writing skills we learn in school are meant to ready us for the needs of employment. And employers need reports, letters, and, other nonfiction.

And second, Commercial Fiction Writing is a profession. And professional skills are acquired IN-ADDITION to those of school. There is no way around that, and no shortcuts, because nothing else works.

But…every successful writer faced and overcame the problem. Why not you? In fact, you’ll find the learning interesting, and filled with, “That makes sense. How did I never notice that?. And once you do learn those skills, and master them, the act of writing becomes a lot like living the events.

So try this: Debra Dixon’s, GMC: Goal Motivation & Conflict is a warm easy read, one that feels a lot like sitting with Deb as she talks about writing. You can download it from the link below. So try a few chapters for fit. I think you’’ find them eye-opening.

But whatever you do, hang in there and keep on writing. It never gets easier. But with work, we can become confused on a higher level. And that’s okay, because writing isn’t a destination, it’s a lifetime’s journey.

For an overview of lots of the traps and gotchas lying in wait for the unary newbie, you might check a few of my articles and YouTube videos, linked to below.

And one more critical thing: That phony ad for help with your cover, below, is a common scam. Ignoreit and ones like it.

Jay Greenstein
Articles: https://jaygreenstein.wordpress.com/category/the-craft-of-writing/the-grumpy-old-writing-coach/
Videos: https://www.youtube.com/@jaygreenstein3334

“Good writing is supposed to evoke sensation in the reader. Not the fact that it’s raining, but the feeling of being rained upon.”
~ E. L. Doctorow

“In sum, if you want to improve your chances of publication, keep your story visible on stage and yourself mum.”
~ Sol Stein

“It ain’t what you don’t know that gets you into trouble. It’s what you know for sure that just ain’t so.”
~ Mark Twain



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Davidgeo

2 Months Ago

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Jay's advice isn't usually bad even it is highly generic; it's how he uses it to belittle and talk d.. read more
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