Backyard Roller Coaster Novels & Stories

"N-No. It's nothing." I nodded as I reached for the playground, dragging him along. "You should tag along," I said and hopped on the back of one of the lifeless horses. The wonderful sound of music coming out from the carousels could be heard as I shook his arm. "Let's go with one of these, huh? There are also thrill rides, water rides, transport rides and roller coasters. Or perhaps we should ride this merry-go-round first for Miguel's sake? Then we can move on to the next round." I asked with a raised chin.

“Roller coasters. We have to do the biggest one first.” I smirked. “You sure you can handle that?” Her head whipped toward me, her eyes narrowing in challenge. “Please. I was made for this.” Minutes later, we stood in line for the Thunder Drop, the park’s most infamous rollercoaster, a monstrosity of steel that twisted high into the sky before plunging into a near-vertical drop. The screams of riders echoed through the air as the cars whipped around sharp turns and spiraled into loops. Steph was practically bouncing in place.

I watched them go with a small smile. When I finished the last cone I stood up, brushing my hands together. "Okay," I announced. "We're definitely trying out the roller coaster." Everett looked up at me. "You're sure?" "I was almost traumatized in a haunted house today and I survived," I said. "A roller coaster should be nothing." "Don't want you getting sick from all the movement," he said, standing too. "I won't," I responded with so much confidence in my voice. The roller coaster was called The Titan and it was enormous.

Asher said, poking my cheek afterwards. “And that is a carousel. And a horse themed merry go round and even a cotton candy stand!” He said pointing. “Woah. What about the Coaster rollers? I had heard someone talk about one of those before.” I sniffed, taking in the smell of sweet sweet sugar. “Coaster rollers?” Asher said, squinting his eyes. “Or, do you mean roller coaster?” He asked, looking at me. I pushed his nose. “Whatever. Something like that I guess. Can we go on that first?”

" I said a little irritated. LODE The Cyclone reaches a maximum speed of 60 miles per hour, carries 24 passengers, and boasts a total track length of 2,640 feet. As the second-steepest wooden roller coaster in the world, the Cyclone features an adrenaline-charged plunge measuring 85 feet at an uncompromising descent angle of almost 60 degrees. Exhilarating drops, curves, 27 elevation variations and a sinuous layout have made this iconic wooden coaster a timeless classic and after more

“I have my ways. It always pays to be prepared.” “How mysterious of you,” I said, voice teasing. We stopped before one of the biggest rollercoasters in the entire park. My eyes bulged at the sheer height of the contraption, watching in amazement as the current group of riders were transported across a network of loops and swirls, screaming with glee the whole way. I was so transfixed that I barely heard the group of rowdy kids streaming past. Alfred absentmindedly grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind him, so I avoided the sudden near-stampede.

There is no way I'm going to ever win in an argument against the two of them. So we pile into the car and head back down the hill. As we approach, the ocean gives way to a large bay, a Ferris wheel visible in the distance along with a large wooden roller coaster next to some palm trees and an unending beach with large curling waves. Maybe a vacation is just what we need.

There were roller coasters, carousels, and other rides, as well as games, food stands, and other attractions. We decided to start with the roller coasters, so we got in line for the biggest one. The line was long, but we didn't mind. Then we talked and joked, making the wait seem shorter. I didn’t know that Xander was capable of making a person laugh. His personality was a beautiful one, and I was happy to have him by my side, even if it felt like a Cinderella time, like it was going to last for a short while. We finally got to the front of the line, and I became excited to try out different things. The ride was thrilling, and only I screamed with excitement as the coaster went up and down t

But he’s not pulling away either. Leonid walks slower. And slower. His little shoulders dropping by degrees like air leaking out of something that can’t be patched. I watch it happen and feel that familiar burn climbing up the back of my throat. Hot and acidic and completely useless. Then he spots it. The rollercoaster. Old steel and rust and glory, loops twisting against the night sky like a dare. The kind of ride that probably hasn’t passed a safety inspection since 2003 and looks absolutely fucking perfect. Leonid’s whole face changes.

I said, glancing at Xavier. " Well, I have a few options. Although they are very limited." He replied. " Anywhere would do. Let's just get out of here." I said, and we chuckled. This might be fun. . . . We arrived at an amusement park that had lots of roller coasters, rides, and even mighty long water slides. Everywhere was just bursting with excitement and fun as people walked in and out. " Woah...." I exclaimed, looking up. " Look at the height of that roller coaster!! Never seen anything like it!" I heard Xavier chuckle, and I looked at him.