Sinners Playground Novels & Stories

“When I looked up again, he was gone.” I press my lips together. “Thank you,” I say quietly. “For calling.” She smiles, small and reassuring. “We don’t release children to anyone we haven’t confirmed. Can I show you to the playground?” “Please.” We take a short hallway to a side exit and step out into the afternoon. Children’s voices hit me immediately — laughter, shouting, the squeak of swings. My eyes move fast across the playground, scanning faces, dark curls, small bodies climbing and running and—

Amanda Even though the playground isn't equipped with swings or slides, it's nonetheless entertaining. Yes, it is. Not for me, though. or any other typical human being, really. It is situated approximately twenty minutes to the southwest of Darius's apartment complex. It is sufficiently removed from the busy streets that the sounds of traffic and sirens are reduced to a faint hum in the distance. The first time Darius took me there, he informed me, "It's five acres, baby." To show me his little corner of calm in the city, not annoy me. somewhere that nourished his inner wolf.

Jenna’s heart raced as the elevator doors opened straight into their private floor. Marcus and Damien had blindfolded her in the car, telling her it was a surprise for their good little girl. When the blindfold came off, she gasped. The playroom was a dream. Soft pink and white walls, thick padded floors, shelves full of toys, stuffies, and shiny equipment. A big padded bench sat in the middle under soft lights. Chains and straps hung ready. In one corner was a crib with rails and a changing table.

Storm carried the entire pack on her back, and Ace carried its heart. I stood and dusted off my pants. The park was full today, warriors sparring in the training corner, mothers chatting near the picnic tables, a group of elders feeding the pups biscuits they pretended they weren’t supposed to have. The rebuilt playground was the pack’s pride, and Sebastian had insisted on making it twice the size after the twins learned how to walk. “It’s for safety,” he’d said. “It’s because you’re soft,” I’d replied. He didn’t deny it.

"Ah, that. Dallas had dropped his cell phone, and someone kicked it, so we had trouble retrieving it quickly." "So?" I asked, looking at Arabella's gaze, which was away from the direction of my gaze. She mumbled under her breath. "Dallas managed to get his cell phone, so we continued playing. The rides are different from our dates, Sean. They're open until midnight, and there are so many things I want to try." "Dallas was also... not too annoying because we ended up trying some of the rides together, which were all different kinds. Other than the haunted house, everything was so much fun to play. So... we forgot to call back, Sean...."

@STAR CITY Colorful rides and it doesn't seem like a needle will fall on so many people but this is the one I look forward to going to again. It was a long time before I landed here in this place because of what happened in my life and when that man left me– my ex. Honestly, I don't want to go back to it, but this place makes me feel happy every time I am here. I was refreshed! We once walked through the crowded place, "Here we go!"

My spoon clinked against the bowl. The girl from my room sat across the room. She looked at me once, then looked away. Later that day, we were all told to go outside. The playground was small. A few swings. A metal slide, some kids played tag. Others stood in corners, whispering. I sat on a bench with Crumbs on my lap. A boy threw a rock at a squirrel. A girl pushed another off the swing. No one stopped them. This wasn’t a place for playing. It was a place for being forgotten quietly.

“Y…you know that’s my only source of income.” Noah played with the tennis ball, tossing it up and catching it repeatedly, the soft thump-thump filling the tense silence. “Source of income,” he repeated mockingly, “and you’re still too broke to afford proper therapy or medication for that little… illness of yours?” He caught the ball one last time and squeezed it hard. “Pathetic.”

But I might also suffer a worse fate at the hands of my kidnappers. I had to escape somehow. “I cant wait to torture her and send the video to the Smiths. I’ll enjoy killing her slowly and get my revenge for what they did to my brother.” said kidnapper no 2.I guess that answered the question. They were probably my parents enemy. “We should play with her a little before we torture her.” laughed kidnapper no 2. Now I really had to escape. “It's better to play with her when she is conscious,” replied kidnapper no 1. I was frankly terrified because of their words.