Swingset Stories

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.

Ian does not love Phoebe.

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.

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

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

❝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

A quiet poem about growing up, holding on to childhood, and letting go. Written from the perspective of someone who remembers what it felt like to fly - and miss it.

Poems from a swing set. Please comment. Please.

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.

If you were a lonely girl who did nothing but sit in the playground, what would you do?

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~

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.

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!

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.

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.

Swing reviews with the big b

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.