The clock is ticking down, each second stretched into a million by the tension in the air. Red and white and green fill the court and bleachers. The audience holds their breath, watching as the players run down the court, passing the fateful orange ball from hand to waiting hand.
Tick, tick, tick. The players are breathing hard, determination on their faces. Neither is willing to admit defeat. Not yet.
Tick, tick. Green has the ball. The audience rises to their feet, watching.
Tick. A green player braces, shoots.
Swish. The greatest sound a player can hear, when it means a win.
The bell rings harshly, and the audience screams, in joy for the green, and in frustration for the red.
A year of devotion and hard work has finally paid off for the green team.
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Nice little short snippit, I like it - although one thing, the closing line:
I would reword this a bit, just doesn't fit right to me.
Thanks! I'll try and fix it now.