Parkbench storie

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 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.

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

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

The Bench follows a narrator drawn again and again to a quiet park seat, compelled by a dream and an unshakable sense of yearning. Days turn into weeks, and still the pull remains-until one day, a familiar figure appears, and the unspoken weight between them comes to light. A tender, timeless short story about memory, waiting, and the spaces where silence speaks.

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

Old Mans Love Story Imaginary Story

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.

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?

"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!!*****

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

A poem, originally written as spoken word, on the simplicity of kindness. More poems may be slowly added, but this poem can stand on it's own and was even meant to be a stand alone before I got new ideas, so enjoy! Cover by @NuagesEtLune

Paris is a teenage girl that lives with her abusive farther, when she snuck out at night to get her mind off everything she met someone at the park bench...

Beneath the shade of a sprawling oak, an unlikely friendship blossoms. A homeless man with stories etched in his wrinkles, befriends Lucy, a curious child with a boundless imagination. As they share their unique perspectives under the open sky, their worlds begin to intertwine, painting a heartwarming tale of connection and the power of human kindness in the most unexpected places.

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

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

Bea Aspen's uneventful and unexciting high school life gets turned upside down when she finally, after six years of trying, catches the attention of her stereotypically popular asshole of a crush. But as most stories go, what she got may not have been what she was expecting after all. And yet, the more she learns about Andy Mason, the more she learns about the people around her, about her small town, and even about her own family. And maybe, just maybe, in her seventh year of loving Andy, maybe she'll finally be able to learn things about herself she never knew were true. This is a coming-of-age story in which everyone isn't perfect, but maybe high school is just the perfect time to be flawed.

-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.