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

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...

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“Coated with Silence” by Izzie Q.

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 ch...

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

"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 h...

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

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?

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

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 subco...

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“Old Wooden Bench” by Evelyn Hanes

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 fain...

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

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 n...

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

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...

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“Spring in Your Step” by Koolplug Official

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 h...

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“Unconditional Love” by Blane Britt

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 th...

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“Us Against the World” by Natalie Frank

**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...

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“Mind-plode” by Amruta Var

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 soc...

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“Disconnecting from the real world” by Maria .

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 lit...

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“The Lightning Carnival ” by Eric Wharton

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...

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“Owner of a Lonely Heart” by Jane Andrews

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...

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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

“Coated with Silence” by Izzie Q.

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

“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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