Swingset Stories

"It was my place, and then it was our place." Cadence retakes junior year of high school due to the incident. It was 2am when she went out to the swing set, then she saw him. She's never seen him around before, was he new? It didn't matter, he was the only one who could see the real her. This is a Continuation of what happened to Cady after the book We Were Liars ended.

Each chapter will be a different short story I have written. Also don't mind the trashy titles of some "chapters". I'll eventually come up with good story names for them. Oh and some of these may seem a bit open-ended but that's because some of these were for a creative writing class where I decided that I may want to continue that piece at some point in time, but until then, they are staying in my short story collection.

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.

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. . .

Inspired by @Pikapika1chu This is my first story so give me pointers plz! It's a pretty decent story so plz give it a chance. It's about a girl who is kidnapped by a clown. It has a some- what happy ending tho!

A collection of short stories from yours truly.

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."

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.

My name is Ashlyn Marie Millmorr. I am 17 years old and live in a small town on the coast. I have one little brother, Colby. I love him more than anything on the planet. He is everything I will ever need. He puts himself before others, and loves me just as equally as I love him. He is the sweetest, kindest person I have ever met. And he will get repaid for it someday. I'll make sure of it.

Don't go into the woods alone.

this is a collection of poems that i will add to daily. i will not edit them after they are up. if you don't like them, please don't be rude. these poems will be coming from my heart, and not many people realy know these things about me. please just keep the love. -Blue

An essay I wrote for English class of a comparison of my childhood swing set when I was a small girl to now.

Poems from a swing set. Please comment. Please.

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.

Follow Jakey and Jules on their 'adventure' to cure writer's block. **This story is a short story purely written to be entered into the Duff writing contest**

❝Once again, my heart is mine.❞ Eileen Hastings isn't hurting. At least, that's what she says. After breaking things off with her now ex-boyfriend, she decides to quit dating and focus on getting a hockey scholarship, but the overachieving boy in her chemistry class isn't about to let her slip through his fingers. Together, they grow and develop a love for dance; and even better: Eileen realizes that hockey isn't all that matters. © astro and dora