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

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“The Posta Park” by Naomie K

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The rainy season was finally over. This time it had rained so much that the damage was still evident. There were now some massive potholes on most roads. Musa had really missed his usual evening walk due to the constant heavy rains. In addition to that was the ever-present danger of catching that deadly virus. Musa had been forced to stand on the building sidewalks for hours waiting for the human traffic to reduce in order to take a BRT bus (Rapid Bus Transport) home and still keep his social distance. In fact, Musa was still surprised ...

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“The Trail” by Sloane Macdonald

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The trail is long and straight and flat and sad and packed and lonely.I ask the trail if the world is ending, but it says it doesn’t know. It says if time’s a trail then the world will end, but no, it doesn’t know.The trail is dead and alive. Like me, it is alive. Like me, it has a start. I ask the start if the world is ending, but it says it doesn’t know. It says it has always been the start, seeing people live and begin. Bikes spin, adults run, babies live and begin. The start says it has never seen the end, but no, it doesn’t know.The tra...

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“Reality Adjacent” by Haley Justino

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I want to befriend the local town witch. Her yard is overgrown with abundant green all the way to the curb and flowers in color combinations I have never seen are just starting to bloom at spring's behest. I was under the impression that the city zoning laws did not allow gardening that close to the street. But maybe she has cast a spell on any poor government lackey that has tried to tell her otherwise. A plump gray cat yawns lazy from its perch on the front step. A painted mural of a third-eyed being contemplates me from inside the sun roo...

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“A Different Season” by Rahee Pradeep

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OK, so like many other stories, my story also starts with “It was a…”. It was a pleasant evening roofed by a red sky with a slight tinge of yellow. It was as if the sky was also enjoying the springtime. Young girls were running around the park gleefully, wearing light cotton frocks with an intricate design of flowers and white dots. It looked as if the colorful butterflies were dancing merrily, but only bigger and more beautiful. All the women of the town were wearing bright-colored kimonos, which they were trying to hold a bit above the flo...

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“Pine Tree State & Co.” by Kathleen March

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Pine Tree State & Co.Such a beautiful evening. Too warm for late April in Maine. Glad I decided to walk, though. The trees, they’re so black with the clear sky and full moon. Trees? Pines. The pine trees that are always after me like a playful cat looking for attention. Here I am in Maine, a grown woman and they’re after me. The pines, not cats. After all, this is just a casual walk through the town square to meet up with a friend. Just me and the trees, but it’s never really just me and the trees ever since that first time, is it? So yo...

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“Thought Stories” by Uta L.

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When you stroll through a park on a lovely spring day like this and you pass all those people, the momma with her little one in a stroller, the lonely guy who walks dangerously close to the edge of a slope with his hands buried in his pockets and with a look as dark as a thousand nights, the elderly couple walking hand in hand, trembling a bit, trying not to fall... Don't you sometimes whish you could take a look into their heads, see what's going on in there?Well, I can. I fly from head to head to head and their thoughts are flying to me. T...

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“A Walk in the Park” by John Steckley

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A Walk in the Park All winter long I have been looking forward to doing this – taking a walk in the park in the early evening with the sun still illuminating the sky. For me, dark and cold in the evening combine like the two hardened fists of a seasoned boxer. I need to escape them now. They have punched me too much of late. Light and warm are so different. They don’t attack me. They seduce me with two soft hands beckoning. I think that I will follow them this evening, go where they direct me. As t...

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“long way home” by Lauren Frazier

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They always say to follow your own path, but what does it mean if I prefer the one already laid out here, tramped down by millions of other feet, seen by millions of other eyes? I like that it’s lined with magnolias just coming into blossom, standing like gypsy sentries, murmuring to each other through the entwined fingers they stretch underground, out of our hearing. I like that the path is dirt and gravel, not concrete, but so cleverly built that even on the rainy days you can expect a firm, strong foothold. It reminds me of that scene fro...

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“Dawgs Notice, Too. ” by Neha Dubhashi

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We’re going out! We’re going out! I can’t stop my tail from wagging. If that damn thing shakes one more time, I’m coming for it. Okay, mister. That’s it. You did it again. And now. I’m. fucking. Coming. For. You. Around, around, around. Blurring black and grey. Ow, ow, ow. Dizzy, so, so, very dizzy. All right, I think, tongue lolling out of my maw, why must you be so stubborn? We both know I’m the boss. Oh, yes! Daddy’s voice!! He’s home!!!Oh no. He looks very tired. Maybe I’ll cheer him up. Show him a little love. Aw. He didn’t like it when...

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“Anger and Park” by Lav Joshi

Submitted to Contest #35

I got angry. Is that a mistake? If that is, is it mine? I don’t usually get angry but when I do, it’s not an outburst. Not like I break something, or beat someone, I just can’t do it, it makes me feel even worse. Neither do I hurt myself, physically, that’s just dumb, I just keep it inside me. That’s where the Park comes in. We have a road next to or house, and crossing it, I reach this park, often angry, but whenever I cross it again, I reach home, always happy.So here I go, again, crossing the road, fourth time this week, and it is on...

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“Snowdrops” by Phil Manders

Submitted to Contest #35

Is this the place?Yes.This is it.This is definitely it.I need this to be it.It has to be it.I remember it now.I’ve not been here since I was a little girl.Not been here since.Since…The accident.I still struggle to say it, even after all this time.God I miss you so much.5 years ago today.March 1st.I miss you Dad, I miss you so, so much.It’s just not getting any easier.Everyone said it would get easier.Its not.We never said goodbye.This is where you used to bring me.I never forgot.I will never forget.Every spring we would come to these w...

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“The Decision” by Claire Champion

Submitted to Contest #35

I didn’t know what I wanted. But to be fair, I never did. It was a defining (if not the defining) aspect of my personality. Even now, wandering around a park near my apartment, I can barely choose a direction in which to go. To keep any forward movement happening, I let my feet blindly lead - that way I’m at least going somewhere. It’s a fine park, although really I’ve chosen it for the proximity to me. I’ve rarely been here, despite the closeness to my place. I’m usually in such a hurry that I feel I don’t have time to waste on things like ...

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“Walking through the park on a Spring Day” by Cynthia Obinabo

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Walking through the park on a Spring dayWhile walking through the park on a Spring Day I chanced upon a butterfly. flitting from flower to flower, happily collecting the sweet nectar.How refreshing I thought, such a contrast to the other days prior to this which were colder. The flowers were not yet blooming and hence the butterflies had not been out gathering.But today, ...

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“Paths In The Park ” by Miranda LaFavor

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It has been warm outside now for two weeks but it is my first day out. To be outside finally after a long three months in. To hear the birds singing their songs of love, friendship and happiness. To see the squirrels digging up their nuts they had hid before I was away. To see the trees have begun to grow their beautiful accessories that will again disappear as the snow begins to make her way in. The sun is setting, oh how I missed that feeling. The sun is so low that it’s warm enough to keep my checks warm and ...

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“A Breath Of Fresh Air” by Amelia F

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The sky is filled with the most radiant colors. There is an assortment of pink, yellow and orange. I have not seen a sunset in a very long time. I never knew what I was missing. There is something about watching the days turn to nights that fill me with an odd sensation of joy. It is that break in the day where everything changes. The animals start to come out and certain flowers bloom in the darkness of the night. People start to go into there homes. Some become dominant in the night like the trees in winter others become alive ...

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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

“The Posta Park” by Naomie K

“The Trail” by Sloane Macdonald

“Reality Adjacent” by Haley Justino

“A Different Season” by Rahee Pradeep

“Pine Tree State & Co.” by Kathleen March

“Thought Stories” by Uta L.

“A Walk in the Park” by John Steckley

“long way home” by Lauren Frazier

“Dawgs Notice, Too. ” by Neha Dubhashi

“Anger and Park” by Lav Joshi

“Snowdrops” by Phil Manders

“The Decision” by Claire Champion

“Walking through the park on a Spring Day” by Cynthia Obinabo

“Paths In The Park ” by Miranda LaFavor

“A Breath Of Fresh Air” by Amelia F

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