Thebench Stories

A very, very short snippet of a story. Look, I was just bored and I wanted to show the true extent of this through these words that were constructed into what is, more or less, a short story. Hope you enjoy, or at least find something in it worth reading. And I know what you're probably thinking. No, it's not a romance to do with some bench that two people happen to meet at. There's no romance what so ever. None. Zilch. Just thought I'd give you a heads up considering this is supposed to be a description of the story (one of which I have done poorly).

Elle a changé ma vie grâce à Dieu .

Sometimes, the deepest connections happen without words. And sometimes, silence says more than love.

And everyday they would sit down and talk for hours on that bench. //this idea was not mine, but I wrote the book! Thanks to @shutupirwin for letting me use her idea!\\

I walked down the hall, my black snapback that says EPIC on it surrounded by blue wiring. It sat backward on my dark blonde hair. My dark brown eyes scanned the area. I passed the 'child security' and saw them looking at me from a distance. The child security are basically people who get dressed in those neon orange and yellow shirts and tell you when to stop, go, ect. They are kind of like high school child police. My eyes caught the Bench and I smiled, sitting in my regular seat. My best friend, Katie sat in her regular seat and I grinned at her. She grinned back and pulled out a pocket knife. My face grew serious. "I'm not even going to go that far." I said. "Not for killing." She said and started carving something in the Bench. She finished quickly and I saw her name engraved in the Bench. She handed me the pocket knife and I engraved my name on the side of the seat. I was handing the pocket knife back when the principal walked out and narrowed her eyes at me. "Astrid O'Connor principals office now!"

"Why do you like me? No one ever wanted to be with me. Why you?" "Because the thought of you orbits around my mind more than you can ever think, ever since I met you on that bench at 2:36 am, my life has been amazing with you in it. Because Jupiter Collins, I'm in love with you." :: This story idea credit is to @cyberlucas

Every bench tells a story that can only be read by a person who once sat there with someone🤌🏻,who won't come here again to sit with them❤️‍🩹,now they just sit alone with faint memories of that person bieng there with them🪞..