Bwahahaha, Hey, I had to try this! So like, doing the 100 themes Naruto style (for those of you who watch Naruto...) Lets see how they go... Oh yeah, you can suggest a pairing too!
My swing is special
Gravity pushed the boy forward only to be carried back by the same force, a little faster, back to the place of origin. The steady bending and stretching of his knees allowed him to gain slow momentum to carry him further than before and captivate him just enough so that when he flew the opposite direction, he could bend and stretch some more. The wind blew his hair forward and backwards just a little, according to the direction he went.
This was good for him. It allowed him to forget the deep sorrow he felt – to stop pondering why he entered this world and why he shouldn’t leave it.
With a swoosh, the blonde hair fought the wind, pushing it backward while a sensuous cry of Woo-hoo! echoed through the sixty some degree whether. The swing, because of the momentum, jumped into the air like a kangaroo, and soon the boy had landed on the grass below him.
With no regret, he rejoined the swing in which he was once part of; doing it all over again, and again, and maybe even, just once more. Jump! Swing! Jump! Swing! The boy laughed each time, and happily he smiled at his precious swing. Yes his, the only item he owned, his most precious item.
“Umm… what’cha doin’, Naruto?”
He turned to see a girl, a bit taller than he, and maybe, a bit younger. Around six he imagined (for he was seven). The girl, short, with purple hair and eyes which seemed as if they didn’t have any pupils, gazed at him. Her clothes seemed so soft and simple, so much that, Naruto wondered what it would feel like to wear them. The clothes he wore were torn; likewise, there was no sensation from its touch, but rather, the cloth was rough against his skin.
The girl moved her small head left and right following the desolate boy.
“Umm… Can I… Swing with you?”
Taken aback, the boy smiled. Maybe this time, his special swing would make him a special friend.