Swingset Stories

Taking I deep breath, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. I'm so sorry ears. I let out an ear shattering scream. I let out all my frustration, anger, love, confusion, and sadness into this one scream. Within second the barred door swung open and strong arms were wrapped around me. I almost, almost, let myself get comfortable. But I couldn't- I wouldn't let myself get caught up in this. I have things to finish. I didn't run away from my own pack at the age of nine for nothing. I didn't spend 11 years as a rogue to be stopped by- by my mate. No. "Are you ok!?" My mate said. His voice full of worry and confusion. I squirmed in his embrace. Tugging on the silver chains. The burning sensation was great enough to bring tears to my eyes, but I ignored it. I needed out of here. As if he read my mind, his arms quickly swung towards the chains. I watched as the silver- oh the irony- burned him, but he didn't flinch or hesitate, which hurt me far worse then the chains did. Knowing what I'm about to do will hurt him more. As soon as the chains were off, I was out of his grasp and out of the cell. Before he could react, I closed to the cell doors, locking them too-locking him in there. I made the mistake of looking at his face. That's when it hit me harder than before. His blue eyes, brown hair, high cheekbones, and the sadness and confusion- and most of all hurt- in his eyes. I wanted to rip open the door and apologize- and I almost did- but I stopped myself. Tears threatened to escape me but I held them in. There was nothing I could say but, "I'm sorry, mate."

Pete is a massive flirt and is constantly a jerk to his best friend, Mikey. Pete, however, is madly in love with Mikey, and after watching the band practice he realizes he can't keep this secret anymore.

Hey there Reader. I’m your escape. You disappear into my world of nothing and make it something to escape your world of something and make it nothing.

Katherine manning Is the new girl in town. As hard as it is moving states with her charismatic mom and controlling step-dad, she has to try and make the best of things and try and fit in. When all hope is lost in happiness for Katherine, she meets Jeremiah, a senior, with dark golden brown hair, and illuminating hazel eyes. Jerimiah not only brings happiness to Katherine but he brings her love and compassion. When everything is as perfect as can be, a damper in there relationship happens, what is this damper ? You may ask, You'll have to read on to find out. . .

A short story based on the writing prompt: An old swing set sits in the yard of an abandoned home, a girl starts to relive memories of it that she doesn't want to.

Sixteen year old rising ballerina, Opal Deans, has an opportunity of a lifetime-to dance at a prestigious ballet school in Australia. But when disaster strikes, Opal will need the help of her old imaginary friend-Daniel-in deciding what she will do next. And discovering a truth about herself that she desperately wanted to keep hidden will just make things harder.

Don't go into the woods alone.

Ian does not love Phoebe.

Hi, I'm Hazel. I am diagnosed with lung cancer, because my lungs suck at being lungs. I met a boy with one leg at this Support Group I go to every Wednesday evening. And it turns out, he became my first real love. Though, he died a few years ago, and he's gone. That's it. I have no idea if I am okay or not okay, but that was pretty much our little infinity, and I've moved on. Well, it's actually quite the opposite. I haven't moved on at all really.

A poem of the essay I wrote, My Childhood Swingset. It is a comparison of my swingset when I was a a little girl to now how it looks.

where a notebook becomes two people's start of something special //unedited// •photo credits to owner• -previously known as nick & ava's notebook- ~book 1 in thing series~

Blaire Nelson is a quirky, smart, quick witted and slightly nerdy teenager thrown into her senior year of high school. Only to crash into Dane Matthers (the little boy who created such drama in kindergarten all those years ago) who moves back into town to torment her to no end. With only her best friend Thyra and her sharp tongue to save her from him she doubts she will make it through this school year alive.

Poems from a swing set. Please comment. Please.

Maybe the people that die every day were the ones who had already said goodbye. Maybe they got to leave because they were the ones that were truly ready, the ones who already got the mercy of goodbye. I hope to god i'm right, that he wasn't supposed to leave yet. That he didn't want to leave me quite yet.

A park, that's all it was, a simple run-down park that no one visited any more. Until, one night, I see a boy. He seemed mysterious and lonely swinging on that swing all alone, so I decided to join him. A park was what brought us together, a swing set was what sparked our friendship. But secrets will be revealed and there's more than meets the eye with this boy.

I was sitting beside him, at his feet, while he stood against the apartment building that he lived in. I love him oh, so, very much. We had been going out for several months that seemed to fly by, yes, but I knew I loved him. I didn't see why he had chosen me over any other girl. Every time that I was near him, or even when I talked to him, the butterflies in my stomach went wild. We always fought over who loved the other the most. I always thought that I loved him more, but who knows?

Swing reviews with the big b