Mike Ball
Bio
Mike Ball has recently started self-publishing short stories and longer work fiction. He is excited about exploring new publications and seeks your response to these first efforts. Bon Appetit!
Stories (13/0)
Remembering Rich
Forward: These past few nights I have been lying awake in my bed before dawn, thinking of so many people I remember from school. I feel a little sad at the fact that I don't have any of my high school yearbooks handy (or at all, I fear) so that I might see if I'm remembering them correctly. My apologies if not.
By Mike Ball3 years ago in Motivation
Selling The Out
We played a lot of street football in my neighborhood. I say neighborhood, but it was really just us and the Proctor kids, our nearest neighbors, playing on the semi-rural road between our driveways. Sometimes some other kids might play, but it was pretty much the next-door-down Proctor kids and us, the Balls. That’s right, the Ball kids, mostly my brother and I, were referred to as “The Balls.” And Steve, my beloved “big ball” brother, and I (yup—“little ball”) would play street football with the Proctor boys, Jim and Bruce. Now Jim, the older brother was slim as an eel in Winter— he could have been in our family; Steve and I were always thin, long before our distance running days— and Bruce was much the opposite, and as it turns out, the only actual football player of the lot. We would choose sides, filling in with whatever sisters were around, and play till we couldn’t see the last game-saving long bomb.
By Mike Ball3 years ago in Unbalanced
