Write a story about someone walking through a park on a spring evening, told only through internal monologue.

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“Spring Breakout” by Laiba M

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It is very nice out today. Wow, we haven't had a day like this in a really long time. Ahh, the slightly cool breeze feels so good. It's exactly what I needed after being cooped up in my apartment for weeks.This cloth mask is so itchy.Darn it, why isn't that park gate opening! Ugh, wait-finally, there we go.No, Mocha! Stop chasing after those pesky squirrels, you fluffy yet adorably cliche dog! Why must almost every dog like squirrels so much? Aww, it is really cute though.There's the spot where the inhumanely fast runner always stops to take...

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“The Horseback Riding Stroll Through The Park” by Tina Laing

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"Are you ready to go?" said Tia "We will be leaving soon to gather up the horses from the barn. So make sure you have a sweater and a flashlight in case it gets to dark". Nate packed his things into his backpack and got ready to leave. His Dad is out in the barn gathering up the horses for our walk in the park to watch the sunset. His mother has never been on a horse before and wanted to go horseback riding, and he was very excited too because he has never been on a horse before either. So his babysitter Tia is going to teach them how ...

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“Coated with Silence” by Izzie Q.

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Mmmmm, that coffee is just what I needed, two sugars, a dash of cinnamon. Plus, it keeps my hands warm from this soft breeze.That sunset...coats my cheeks in the fondest of ways. Its like the sun is admiring me from afar.I really need sunglasses, come to think of it. I will look for some later...and I have to file that habitus, study for the upcoming exam...and I have to-Stop. This is my time to relax. I can think about all that later anyway. Awww, look at Daisy! She's chasing her little friend again, run squirrel run! It just dashed up that...

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“How to Break-Up with Your Boyfriend” by Najwa Zandlo

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It’s too late now. You’re already here. Just get out of the car. Seriously. Remember when breaking up with people was easy? Remember when it was just information passed in a note between classes? Just walk over there. You picked this spot. Why did you pick this spot? Why are you meeting in a park? Oh, that’s right - the second date thing. Jesus. You should’ve known this relationship was doomed from the start. Who plans a break-up on their second date?“If we ever break-up, we should do it somewhere tha...

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“A Walk through the Park: An Invisible Threat” by Victoria Jayne

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Dusk, not that far away from the edge of the town, Henry decided to go for a walk at the local park just two blocks from his house. Karen, his wife, advised him to dress warmly. He returned the comment with a smile and a kiss on her cheek. He didn't heed her suggestion. Henry put on his lightweight spring jacket and slip-on shoes, then headed out the door. 'I should have worn those long underwear Karen got me for Christmas,' Henry thought to himself as he thrust his hands into his jean's pockets and subconsciously shrugged his shoulders hi...

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“Old Wooden Bench” by Evelyn Hanes

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Old Wooden Bench by Evelyn Hanes: I walked through the field and took in my surroundings. Moonlight dancing upon the dew covered grass and tall oak trees rustling with the wind. The cool dirt felt soft underneath my toes and the quiet hum of insects filled the air. Snow melting off the bushes created small stream ways in the grass. The outline of an old bench sits on the hilltop. Looking up at the navy blue sky above me, I could see the stars and a faint milky white outline of the other side of our galaxy. It's been awhile since I came out h...

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“A spring-cleaning of the mind.” by Peace Nakiyemba

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They all say I should be moving on like it should be as easy and natural as breathing or how winter always makes way for spring like clockwork.Ooh that makes good poetry. I should write that in a poem when I get home. How will I start it? Life and its seasons. That makes a good title. Getting rid of the past like spring-cleaning. No…Spring-cleaning. That is the perfect title. Then getting rid of the past like spring-cleaning should be my first line. I should write this in my phone notes before I forget it all. I’ll get it out when I’m calmer...

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“The mind is deceitful above all things” by Bruno Lowagie

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All the places I know from my youth seem to have gotten smaller now that I revisit them forty years later. When I was a child, I thought my hometown Ypres, Belgium, was a big city, although it counted only a couple of ten thousand souls.Once I was old enough to go to college, I went to Ghent University, also in Belgium. Now that was something else! Ghent had a population of a couple of hundred thousand people with more than 160 different nationalities. A completely new world opened up for me. There were three movie theaters instead of only t...

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“Spring in Your Step” by Koolplug Official

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The spring hasn’t arrived yet. everyone says its spring, but its never been the same for me, not since my mother passed away.The park’s ponds haven’t thawed. The flowers haven’t bloomed. The sun, still in slumber. They say the song of spring is there, yet the only song that I hear is that of a lonely heart. With each beat, my hands grow colder. I can no longer feel the warmth of my mother’s hand in mine. What a terrible curse it is to have the ability to remember all that you have experienced as an infant. Maybe it wouldn’t h...

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“Unconditional Love” by Blane Britt

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Unconditional LoveBefore I could ever begin to write a short story about an internal monologue. I had to find out what it meant. You would think that someone who has acquired a BA in Psychology and a master’s degree in Clinical Psychology would have no problem in defining that it is also called self-talk, inner speech, inner discourse or internal discourse, is a person's inner voice which provides a running verbal monologue of thoughts while they are conscious. It is usually tied to a person's sense of self. It is particularly important in p...

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“Us Against the World” by Natalie Frank

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**trigger warning: domestic violence, miscarriage** The sun is bleeding into the horizon, sending angry bullets of light out towards the clouds as if to rebel against its demise. I want to believe that it will rise again, but I’ve seen it set too many times to have faith in its rise. It is a spring evening, and I am walking with my daughter, who is seven turning on twenty. She is too young to be asking me why I am leaving her father. She is too young to be asking me why I am wandering around an empty park when I have a home. She is too...

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“Mind-plode” by Amruta Var

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Mind-plodeAuuuuuh. Fresh air. It's nice to come out of the house once in a while. At least a short walk, like this, is refreshing. How long has it been since I have been coming out like this without carrying a diaper bag, pushing a stroller, or pampering a whining kid? Corona is terrible for sure, but for few creatures like the dolphins, fishes, trees, and me, it has done some good, I should say. With Vijay at home for a week, I am able to social distance from him and the kids for a while, just for a little over half hour though, b...

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“Disconnecting from the real world” by Maria .

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I may have slammed the door too hard. I can still hear the loud bang it made after I closed it on my way out of her room. Maybe I overreacted again and the anger got the better of me once more. But I can’t just sit there listening to her reproaches anymore. It’s making me sick. The way she keeps telling me I’m never going to make it, how she belittles me in every possible way. Every day it’s the same old story about me not reaching my true potential because I’m too lazy or `cuz I’m not trying hard enough. It’s making me crazy how little...

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“The Lightning Carnival ” by Eric Wharton

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The words on unfinished pages in front of me slithered unnervingly about, not making any sort of sense. Nor did the words coming off my fingertips at ever declining speeds resemble any sort of coherent logic. It was not until the music became repetitive that I knew for sure the drug was wearing off. The fall had snuck up on me again, and the chemicals were now clinging to my consciousness in the same loathsome manner as every other time. Where joy and clarity had existed only an hour ago, now vague notions of fear and confusion at looming du...

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“Owner of a Lonely Heart” by Jane Andrews

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Our conversation over, you move away from me; and now I feel totally alone. The late afternoon spring sunshine filters through the trees as I stand and watch you walk away. Cries of children echo through the park and, momentarily, I find myself wishing that I was still six or seven, secure in an age where my only concept of sadness was a scraped knee or a fallen ice-cream. A cool breeze tugs at my clothing – it’s still not warm enough to be out without a...

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Write a story about someone walking through a park on a spring evening, told only through internal monologue.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 141 stories

“Spring Breakout” by Laiba M

“The Horseback Riding Stroll Through The Park” by Tina Laing

“Coated with Silence” by Izzie Q.

“How to Break-Up with Your Boyfriend” by Najwa Zandlo

“A Walk through the Park: An Invisible Threat” by Victoria Jayne

“Old Wooden Bench” by Evelyn Hanes

“A spring-cleaning of the mind.” by Peace Nakiyemba

“The mind is deceitful above all things” by Bruno Lowagie

“Spring in Your Step” by Koolplug Official

“Unconditional Love” by Blane Britt

“Us Against the World” by Natalie Frank

“Mind-plode” by Amruta Var

“Disconnecting from the real world” by Maria .

“The Lightning Carnival ” by Eric Wharton

“Owner of a Lonely Heart” by Jane Andrews

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