Tag: Three-point Shooting Amulet

“That’s it. That’s the book he was reading before all this happened,” Dell Curry whispered as he stood outside his son’s house, peering through a gap in the blinds. Steve Kerr nodded gravely. “Either he is experiencing a problem with his newly-created three-point amulet, or he desires to craft an artefact of even greater potency,”…

Stephen Curry ran through the rocky subterranean passageways underneath Oracle Arena. The three-point amulet, still warm and glowing from the smelting process, bounced against his chest as he searched for a way out. Its power circulated through his body, an entirely different sort of power than that which had emanated from the original amulet, stolen…

“HE DID WHAT?” Dell Curry winced at the sudden outburst from Steve Kerr. “I saw it with my own eyes, Steve. Through some unfathomable sorcery, my own son has crafted for himself a new, greater relic – the three-point shooting amulet is remade.” “But the original three-point amulet was destroyed a year ago,” Steve protested,…

Stephen sat alone in his study, a few nearby candles providing the only illumination by which to read. A heavy rain poured outside the windows, but Stephen was oblivious to all but the arcane words in front of him. “…The success of the spell depends greatlie upon the cycle of the moone, and upon the…

The campus of Oxford University was quiet. In the chilly early-morning air, the only disturbance was the nearly inaudible rustling of Stephen’s clothes as he attempted to find a way into the history building. Stephen squinted up at the rows of windows. One of them had to be left open, somewhere; given the temperature in…

“Larry! Larry!” Stephen Curry yelled, running after the Indiana Pacers GM in an isolated hallway of the Pacers’ arena. “Wait up!” But Larry Bird not wait up. Instead, Larry quickly turned left into what appeared to be an even more disused corridor. Stephen sped up, continuing to call the basketball legend’s name. He suspected that…

Stephen listened with annoyance at the voicemail message on Klay’s phone, giving his teammate a long opportunity to answer the call. “You’ve reached Klay Thompson’s phone, but he’s not available to take your call. Please leave a message…” Hanging up, Stephen shook his head. The messages he had been leaving were all being ignored. Even…