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Off-Balance
Off-Balance
Off-Balance
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Off-Balance

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Jess catches the softball. A puff of dirt, sweat, unwashed leather spraying her face. The spikes of her cleats digging into the hard-packed field. A field that, once upon a time, meant everything.

No longer.

Anger in her every step. Disappointment in her every breath.

Because now she knows the truth.

To reach the dream, new or old, you must first stand up and speak your truth. Even if you find yourself a little, "Off-Balance."

LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 7, 2014
ISBN9781310624551
Off-Balance
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Chrissy Wissler

Chrissy’s short fiction has appeared in the anthologies: Fiction River: Risk-Takers, Fiction River Presents: Legacies, Fiction River Presents: Readers' Choice, Deep Magic, and When Dreams Come True (writing as Christen Anne Kelley). She writes fantasy and science fiction, as well as a softball, contemporary series for both romance and young adult (Little League Series and Home Run). Before turning to fiction, Chrissy also wrote many nonfiction articles for publications such as Montana Outdoors, Women in the Outdoors, and Jakes Magazine. In 2009, Inside Kung Fu magazine awarded her with their ‘Writer of the Year’ award. Follow her blog on being a parent-writer at Parents and Prose.

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    Off-Balance - Chrissy Wissler

    Off-Balance

    Off-Balance

    A Little League Story

    Chrissy Wissler

    Blue Cedar Publishing

    Contents

    Chapter 1

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    About the Author

    Also by Chrissy Wissler

    One

    The softball slapped into Jess’s outstretched glove. A puff of dirt, sweat, and unwashed leather sprayed into her face. She pivoted on her heel, the front spikes of her cleats digging into the hard-packed field and stomped back to the pitcher’s mound .

    This is you not mad? Carolyn called from her perch behind home plate.

    "I said I wasn’t mad."

    The softball field, empty of everyone but them, felt hollow. Like a big giant lie. Just like the field pretended to be loved and cared for. The dirt recently dragged, all those extra bumps and clumps flattened out. The white chalk newly laid down, drawing the line between a foul ball and fair play.

    A big damn lie.

    Carolyn slumped back down on the overturned bucket. Glove out. Waiting for the next pitch. If you’re mad you should just say so.

    "I’m not mad!"

    Which, of course, was only making her madder.

    Jess settled on the mound, both feet touching the white strip of rubber. It gave ever so slightly. Not a springboard, but a solid surface. A slight elevation to push off of.

    One foot in front. One in back.

    Carolyn snorted. Right. Could have fooled me. She slapped her glove shut, then open again. "You gonna throw another rise ball at my head this time? Or are you

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