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

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“Your Best Company” by Jessica Todd

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You are your best company.That’s what my grandmother told me growing up.No matter how many friends you have, or how close you are with your family, or if your hubby or wifey are the greatest person in the world to talk to, the best person to spend time with was you.Grandmother Beatrice was now sitting in a home with Alzheimer’s disease, constantly talking to the air or her reflection, and reintroducing herself to her favourite mangy stray cat, Shakespeare. It was easy to not question her logic and agree that even right now, her company was a...

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“Sometimes, I Hate Aphrodite ” by Danielle Porter

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Hear me, reader. The views I have today will disappear instantly, as long as the words remain unwritten. Sometimes, nature is quiet; and sometimes, nature allows me to hear my inner thoughts. When I think of nature, I think of evil. I think of birds. How many birds will pop open mating frogs, by the time I walk a lap around the park? How many birds will poop on some kid's clothes? How many birds will peck and spit out worms and insects? How many birds in the sky I must ignore, because my dad would tell me not to pay attention to them w...

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“A Park with Rectangular Stones on Fresh Cut Grass” by Michael Paddy

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There is nothing like the smell of fresh cut grass on a late spring evening just before sunset. Smells like this can generate a plethora of thoughts and memories in my youth. The mowing of my grandparent’s lawn for a dollar and a quart of lemonade mixed with 7Up. Laying down in my backyard taking a nap, waking up with the smell still fresh in my nostrils. Playing hide and go seek in the playground near my home till Momma would yell out my name and I would come running, all out of breath with still the grass smell sitting in my nostrils.Our w...

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“Return to the Park” by Skye Hanson

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Ah, it feels so good to be out of the house. Oh, I hear my son calling for me. Something about staying on the path. I don’t want to answer, therefore I won’t. That is one of the benefits about getting old: you can pretend you don’t hear anyone and people will just blame it on your bad ears when in reality, us old people can hear you just fine, we just don’t feel like answering. If I remember correctly, the park isn’t that far from my son’s house. In fact, it is closer to his house than it was my house. It was so sweet of him to allow m...

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“Old And New Life” by Karen Welch

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The park was directly across the street from the library as you exited its doors for the evening, it was hard to miss as the wind wending its way through the trees seemed to call her name. She didn’t want to go home yet; she also had no desire to be out.It had been this way since the death.That’s how she thought of it now all of the time, in the third person and obtuse so that it didn’t come too close to touching her because if it did, it burned, and she suffocated.It was just the death. Two words, one syllable each that seemed to define a s...

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“The Regular Bus” by Naja Steward

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Children. Lord. Sidestep, because there goes one of them on his tricycle. Who knew that taking the scenic route would cause me so much trouble. Haha. It’s surely a scene. I mean... Look at her! Look...is that Mrs. Beavis? I always told her she should lay off the saturated fats. By the end of spring she won’t be able to fit through her doorway and she’ll probably enlist a poor guy like me to shove her through. That woman’s gotta see someone, I mean. Lord. Them damn children--all of them! Just get out of my way! The sidewalk’...

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“Silence is Golden?” by Sarah Lutz

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Silence is Golden by Sarah Lutz I’m feeling tightness in my chest right now, I tell myself to focus. Everything will be alright. My mind swirls with thoughts, good and bad, both guilty and justifiable. I wish I could have found a parking space closer to the meeting spot, but maybe this long walk ahead of me this damp spring evenin...

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“The Nothingness” by Ann Bryant

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THE NOTHINGNESS Here I was, hoping to finally find some peace, and this park is packed! With the quarantine lifted, I was hoping for everyone to stop worrying so I could feel something else. For the past 6 weeks all I’ve felt is endless anxiety, fear, hatred, and bitterness. People were incapable of feeling anything else. So, here I am, walking in this park on a lovely evening, wanting to just breathe, watch the sunset, hear the crickets, and think and feel absolutely nothing. But these people had to ruin that...

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“An (eventual) spring to my step” by Sam Gold

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It is spring, and yet I am stuck in winter. Or maybe an autumnal bog, unable to escape from the doom of the upcoming months. Coronavirus is brandishing a dark cloud above everyone’s head, and its contents have only just started to spill onto the world; there is more to come.It is evening as I stroll through my local park. Or perhaps stroll is the wrong word – dawdle? Lollop? Drift? A verb that embodies my gloom would be most appropriate. I am tired, but this is the sole exertion of my day; I am outside yet I feel trapped; I am emotionally dr...

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“The Soldier of Solitude ” by Emma Hamilton

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They lie so, so happily together over in the grass. I bet he had packed their picnic in that basket and planned the whole thing. I bet she readied herself so excitedly, listening to her favorite songs and humming along to each one. Unsure of where they were going, she probably changed a dozen times, trying to find an outfit that showed off her "best" features and made her look good but not like she was trying to hard or if they were to go somewhere more casual she wouldn't be overdressed but if they were going somewhere classier then she wou...

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“Spring Fever” by Skylar Schylar

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A walk in the park sounds leisure for most, a harmless recreational activity, but I’m not convinced. My girl keeps pushing me along, to follow a twisty cobblestone path stretching with a rainbow of flowers on either side. I notice how the dim lamps brighten our course as dusk unwinds into twilight as both of our unhurried shadows emerge.Sure, sure, flowers are pretty and all, like she keeps trying to prove. To say the least, I’m not easily fooled or persuaded, and most of all, I’m unamused. If she wasn’t in awe over the springtide, I could h...

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“Red” by L. Clark

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I love the hunt. I love the touch of the cool air, slightly damp on my face as I walk. I love the way the night birds cry, and the geese honk their brazen, mournful honks, and scatter as I pass them on my nightly circuit round the lake in the middle of the park. I love watching the clouds overhead, blackness thicker and blacker than the night, itself, as they float like ships with fluffy sails across a silver sea. The moon is full tonight. She does not see me. That is good. I will watch her. She is young....

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“Finding in the Forrest” by Drew Woodbriar

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Winter 2019. The light was fading fast across the mountainside, the once golden sky that scattered brightly through the towering Engelmann Spruces had illuminated most of my path as I was making my yearly journey through Yellowstone. I had always taken the same route year after year so I was familiar with the territory. Unfortunately, I hadn't taken into account daylight savings time and the horizon began to fade into an arcane blend of Velvet and gold, the moment of beauty was quickly interrupted by a jolt of panic, and the dread quickly wa...

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“St. Pat's” by Jen Eve

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It's hard to remember if this was all here before. These trees, these plants, these benches, these people. How am I meant to know if these people are new or if they’ve been coming here longer than I could even remember? I used to come here, of course. I used to come here almost every day, but that was before… Times were simpler then. Or perhaps they were just different. Different can seem so bad when it’s forced upon you without having asked for it. There’s only so far a ‘positive mental attitude’ can take you. Positive. They used to tell me...

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“Magenta” by Laura Simmons

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I love the park in the spring, particularly in the evening. It's quieter then. This park is charming, with its trees and benches, its fountain in the center. Dead center, with all the trees around it. All in bloom: snow white, pink, even some magenta. I love that word, “magenta.” I don’t know why, I just do, ok? I just do. I’m sure it’s alright, isn’t it? I’m sure it is. Yes, it’s got to be. Magenta. Magnificent magenta. Almost red, but not quite. It’s not the season for red. Not yet. It is the season for yellow, though...

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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

“Your Best Company” by Jessica Todd

“Sometimes, I Hate Aphrodite ” by Danielle Porter

“A Park with Rectangular Stones on Fresh Cut Grass” by Michael Paddy

“Return to the Park” by Skye Hanson

“Old And New Life” by Karen Welch

“The Regular Bus” by Naja Steward

“Silence is Golden?” by Sarah Lutz

“The Nothingness” by Ann Bryant

“An (eventual) spring to my step” by Sam Gold

“The Soldier of Solitude ” by Emma Hamilton

“Spring Fever” by Skylar Schylar

“Red” by L. Clark

“Finding in the Forrest” by Drew Woodbriar

“St. Pat's” by Jen Eve

“Magenta” by Laura Simmons

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