Parkbench Stories

Park bench, it's a silly thing really. Basing a love story off of a stupid old park bench. But then again it holds the memories I never could. It holds the only past I could redeem. We met at the park bench, me and him, Katie and Ashton. They told us we would make it, we would change the world and make everyone who lost love believe in it again. I believed it, he believed it, we believed it. Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. This is a love story about a shy, awkward girl who met an outgoing, funny boy and they had the perfect love story. Just like the movies. But just like the movies there is a tragedy. Just like the movies there is a loss. Just like the movie there is an ending, there is always an ending. But who am I kidding? It was just a park bench. Park bench, a silly thing, isn't it?

A lot can happen at a park bench, you have the average pigeon feeders, the homeless people, and the picnics, then you have the love stories, the proposals, and, the murders, so many different things, one bench, let's see what happens.

Eliana kidnaps Natalie😱😱😱

A story of genuine love that knows no boundaries. This is the story of Ali, a young professor who's lived her life with reservations until she meets the familiar stranger, Will, at the park. She finally discovers what love is like...but Will is hiding a terrible secret. One that changes all she perceives to be is true.

How odd, how peculiar, how wonderful. I can talk after all, and he can smile after all.

Stories that happened on a park bench Always the same park Always the same bench Everyone and everything has got its stories, Even a park bench A lot can happen on a park bench Here are the stories that happened on this one (Honestly just ignore this I wrote it when I was 13)

Harry/Draco fanfiction. Every year, Harry and Draco revisit the place where their relationship started, to ask each other one question. Only complete honesty is the rule here.

Dianna is a wity strong wiled fourteen year old girl with a heart of gold, on her travels not so far from home she sees two greasers that inedibly change her life.. but is it for the good?

A cigarette, a park bench, and a sunrise. It seemed so perfect in the moment, it always does.

"Well, when you feel too many bad things at once, you just start to feel nothing at all." ---------- It was always the same. The same bench, the same time, the same overwhelming sense of emptiness in my chest. That was, up until he started showing up. ---------- "You make me... better." --------------------- Warnings: Mentions of: abusive relationships, emotional abuse Depictions of: heavy subjects, bullying/verbal abuse, anxiety, homophobia (Warnings will update as more chapters are added) *****Pay attention to the dates! They sometimes go back and forth a bit, which can make it confusing. I overlooked this while writing and forgot to include things like times, so it gets sort of difficult to understand when it jumps from the end of a day to the beginning. Sorry about this!!*****

joanne gibson wanted escape lark walter had escaped -+- [undercase intended]

This is a kiribaku story based off of a YouTube video. I will put the video in the first chapter. Uhhhh yeah

in which two lonely people meet on a park bench and maybe they just aren't so lonely anymore.

in which a boy and a girl meet on a park bench. coming soon

This short-story follows the in's and out's of the best part of a young New Yorker's day; sitting on a bench in Central Park. Sitting next to the same man for a year, she starts to gather more about him from his mannerisms and appearance. Slowly, it becomes evident someone we take for granted can become someone we rely upon.

"Mr Manson-" "PROFESSOR Manson, please." Jonas Manson has had a great life. He knows what he's done and he's proud of it. He taught many students the value of ethics. The melted ice cold hearts. He even saved lives. Problem is, no one can remember this but him. So every Sunday, after church, he comes to the same park bench that's drawn him in for years and racks his memories for proof. Proof of his greatness.

Death can come in the blink of an eye, the flash of a light. Or the moment a child screams.

-excerpt- "She was a pretty sight to see. She'd look even prettier if she smiled. But she never did. Only watched, silent, thoughtful, blue. Blue hair, blue eyes, blue girl. A beautiful, blue, strange creature." _________________________________________ This is a work in progress, I'll try to update as often as I can, if you like it please leave a vote, comment and I always love feedback!

This is a parkbench scene that Heart_101 and I wrote in drama class. It' about a smoker and a guy whose wife was stabbed sitting together on a hospital bench.