Moore's Sports Shorts Works
Just Like Richard“Just Like Richard” Sitting . . . Awaiting life’s celebration of one all loveA cousin, who sadly left this Earth and rose above.Those close to him weeping, reconnecting, and more... |
Down the lineLyrics to melodies pronounce one’s fate.We seem destined by other’s genetic trait.Moms who batter daughter and son.Dads who drink and live to have fun.People of our lineage who’ve fallen more... |
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Through a WallYou are with me. They with them. And, “her”, Who cares?We do this. They do that. And, “she”, no one dares.We listen to pop. They dig country. And, her, Who knows?We more... |
Sons of NoneGerry Harper, a new freshman at Canyon High School, sat peacefully in his third hour Earth Science class minding his own business. Granted, he was not a “brain” by any means, but when more... |
SacrificeA frequent pattering of raindrops pounded lightly on the hood of Connor O'brien's 1992 royal blue Chevy pickup, as he arrived at a local park near his home. A park that he ritually visits on a nightly more... |
Inspire (Part 1)The lessons learned, the knowledge gained, and all of life’sexperiences ultimately are released and summed up in ones final breath. What one takes with them before they leave, many believe more... |
Inspire (Part 2)“Lil Thinks” Rushing to get things put away because he had a responsibility of taking his son to practice, Coke Mo hurriedly threw things into the shed, slammed more... |
The Mourning After (Part 1)Daylight flickered through long extending window blinds that danced together as a ceiling fan caused them to move to and fro in rhythmic unison. Light that shimmered in and more... |
The Mourning After (Part 2)Standing amongst rocks, cactus, mesquite trees, and daisylike weeds, her location was clearly obvious to Dillon. An eerie look in her eyes foretold her purpose. more... |
Pride and JoyTears, from a young boy's face, fell wildly on the concrete sidewalk as he approached his father with his head lowered towards the ground. It was an all too familiar feeling for the boy. One that has taken more... |
No One Ever WillAn alarm clock blares and a wrinkled hand reaches out to shut off the annoying beats of some early 70’s disco funk. Though it is routine for one Patrick Turner to arise more... |
A Universal HeroThe late evening stars glittered brightly as a woman gingerly paced through a nearby park. It became an every night ritual from the moment she was informed she would soon be bringing a new life into this more... |
P'EW (part 1)Jasperville is the name of the town where I was blessed to be placed on the date of my birth. Something to really think about when you become my age. more... |
P'EW (part 2)Watching the opposition on the field, I felt disgusted. Girls were yelling at each other, kicking stabilizer upon their feet, and acting like total fools. The word “Obligated”, more... |
Just a GameI arrived at the park for my very first game.Proud that the back of my shirt, spelled out my name. Proud, that soon, I would finally get to play. Proud to hear the cheers my family would say.It was something more... |
Past Time |
Past TimeAn unusual, almost annoying, noise blanketed the night air of a normally peaceful community on the outskirts of a large metropolitan city. A racket, not only unfamiliar, but deplored by the residents who more... |
SeamsSEAMS BY DAVID MOORE Eighty Eight laced in Red Pierced through holes that tightly thread Yellow leather encasing the core A ball to some, but others more. Rec more... |
Cream RisesCream Rises Place it in coffee, it comes to the top. Even when twisted and battered, it will never stop. Doesn’t matter; whatever the case. Cream simply knows more... |
Fly With PrideFLY WITH PRIDE By David Moore It was late – real late. The kind of late where everyone in the house more... |
If Only I CouldIF ONLY I COULD It began like all the others. Younger children staring at her in confusion. Her own peers pointing in her more... |
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Sons of None |
Veins of HopeVEINS OF HOPE From the beginning, at least as far back as he could remember, until about age 10, Jerry had lived a lifetime of nightmares. Many of more... |
The DanceThe Dance By David Moore "Dirt Devil you're on deck." "Hey Dirt Devil !" I heard Coach Mahoney call my name or nickname "Dirt Devil" more... |
A Line On You Part 1A DAY OF CATCH BAM! BAM! BAM! Out of nowhere, bullets started flying! It sounded like something that I have only heard on a television news program. You know?, when they show more... |
A Line On You Part 2RAM My name is Travis Mitchell Rock. Everybody calls me "Ram", a nickname my father gave to me when I was a baby. He used to tell me that I would get on all fours more... |
A Line On You Part 3ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN...AND DID!Anthony was doing a really good job at strong safety, so I used this opportunity to "study hard". Sure, I was on the kickoff, kickoff return and punt teams, more... |
A Line On You Part 4REMATCH Our next opponent in the state semi-finals was the "surprising" team we had lost to in last year's state semi-final game. While I was preparing all summer for more... |
Dugout DestinyA Dugout DestinyByDavid Moore A lonesome silence filled the inside of Colin Carson's newly bought BMW as he drove down a relatively empty freeway enroute to his home. A freeway that Colin more... |