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

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“Mating Season” by Andrew Hansen

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Mating season is no time for cold feet, especially for a sasquatch. The dry spells of recent years are no excuse to hunker down at the cave while the rest of my species exchanges love and fluids. This year will be different. No, don’t say this year. Tonight. Tonight will be different. I’m prepped. I’ve got this. I haven’t washed in the creek since last halfmoon. My musk is optimized. My fur is burly. Pheromones practically spraying. The females will come drooling. They never have before, but hey, that’s not productive self-talk. Remember, th...

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“Plants survive winter, I can keep breathing” by Taira Wynde

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Beth walked along the paths she knew so well. The sun was going to set soon but she couldn’t get enough of the spring air. Fira her dog, a Finnish Spitz, walked at her side. Many dog owners let their dogs run ahead of them, but Beth knew that by keeping Fira beside her, the dog knew who was in charge and wouldn’t try to run off towards something that excited her.Beth had had a long day and was happy to relish the bit of alone time. Her roommates would pester her when she got back, but for now she allowed a bit of peace into her world. Both S...

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“BEEing alive ” by Kieran Muters

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I will walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more just to be the man that walks 500 miles to fall down at your door.BEES and stuff? Hive is what they kill for my joy.Spinach, Epinards. I work for my queen bee.Yes, happy as a can of spinach, epinards.Please, suckle the queen knowledge from artificers of Satan?No... Satanile. I like my persona 5.I will spinach,epinards. Never will i fall on my toooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooosh.oh. water is fidelity now. Understood deeper than before.Death q...

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“The World Still Spins” by Elizabeth Bohr

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There's still snow all over on the ground. It might be spring, but that doesn't mean that the weather's suddenly going to get with the program. I walk around, enjoying the strangeness of it all. It's so weird. Even though it's freezing-below freezing, actually-there's plenty of people in the park. People jog and walk their dogs, but it's the same no matter where you go. Nobody will go within six feet of each other. They wear a mask or a scarf for the most part, although some have left their faces exposed, noses and cheeks turning red in the ...

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“A Sad Spring” by River Chase

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Trigger warning: self-harm, suicide It’s finally spring! Yay……. If only she were here to see it too. No. Stop. Don’t think about her. But she’s gone. And it’s all my fault. I’m a monster. I should have-- Stop. You couldn’t have known. Don’t start crying. Not here. Not in a park. Not with so many people watching. She’s gone. She’s gone, she's gone, she’s gone. Calm down, Beth. How? Hannah's gone! Think about something else. Ummm… The path! Yes. The path is nice. Yep. N...

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“Lavender ” by Reina Alicia Diaz

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Now, I suggest that you should not underestimate me. I am pretty agile for my age; I am simply just enjoying- or trying to enjoy this peaceful spring evening on this park bench. A quick rest is all I need. I can tell from your glances that you are debating on finding someone to help accompany me to where I need to go.I look much older than I really am. Age has not been very kind to me; nor has the earth and fate for that matter. I guess you could peg me as in my 80s turning 90, but I was born in 1942. My skin is lik...

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“The Random Epiphany of a Random Thinking Teenager” by Walter Wright

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Another evening for you Joe. A couple more blocks and we’ll be at the park. We’ll be able to see some things, think about some things, smell some things. Wait, smell some things? What, moving on. I couldn’t feel more embraced for a walk. I got my windbreaker, some shorts, my flashy off-white sneakers, and I’m listening to some Kanye. God damn Joe you’ve really done it haven’t you. Man Kanye’s Graduation album really is legendary and I don’t get why people give him so much hate. One thing is for sure is that the man is a musical genius.Flashi...

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“A Brilliant Monotone” by E.M. Lewis

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Life, in short, is a monotone existence. Elizabeth Louis stepped out into the bustling city of Manhattan. Tears brimmed her blue eyes. Blue eyes that seemed to never have any color, despite being blue. “Everyone can tell that you’ve been crying.” She shook her head because she thought it helped settle the thoughts rattling around her mind, it did not however. Rain pounded on the sidewalk as if trying to dr...

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“Happy Birthday” by Annick D Arnaud

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The chilly breeze of this last evening of March, meanly biting at my cheeks, I don't recall it was this way, last year. Maybe it was because of the warmth of her slender hand in mine. . . it seems to me it was much warmer that day. I certainly was not shivering as I'm doing now. I should've taken the other jacket, just as Ma told me.Pfff. Ma. The poor old thing with those worried eyes of hers. I'd better take care, or she'll never leave me alone. I don't like it when she begs me to stay home when the time comes. Follows me throug...

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“God in the park” by K.A G

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This evening just does not work for me, there is such an incongruity between my feelings and, well everything. Gotta love calm wind playing gently on the harp made of leaves and smiling people with a spring in their steps, and nature so full of promise, not at all like me. How lovely. I wish I did not forget headphones. Stormy wind, branches breaking, the sky has gone dark illuminated only by rapid lightning; a shine of knife franticly stabbing shroud of night.Do other people do that? There is something powerful in imagining...

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“The Spring Sky, The Sunset.” by Robobby Queen

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Here comes the shotAnd,The empty glass,Where many dazzling ideas are containedand worriesand relief also.Every evening begins in this way; with the full to empty glass, and the thoughts, as I walk out the front door and towards the park.The park.The park; it is three blocks away, but why does the distance feel longer with each trip that I make?Am I bored of it?Maybe I am bored of it.I do go every day.Even if it rains, even if it’s raining and I have no umbrella because-I tend to lose all my umbrellas-I always buy another, soon after. Bu...

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“Double-Edged Spring Night ” by Unknown User

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It is easy to run, walk, or even trot with your dog on one fine spring evening at Pennypack Park. The experiences of the park inspire you not just while you are there but after you go home. It starts with breezes, over a nearby stream, that does not go through you but barely grazes the top of your skull. They are not cold and can be downright warm and comfortable. Pennypack Park is a place you make your own. It is many things to different people. Some people use it for voodoo or robbery. See it in the fall and run from misshapen vegeta...

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“It Doesn't Matter How it Starts” by Hannah O’Meara

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I’ve never noticed before how green the park was. I’d never noticed just how many greens there were. I’m amazed at how many shades my human eyes can perceive. The evening light caressing the top of the trees creates a lemon green, a shadow of the bright yellow rays shining on them. As you look down, millions of greens exist within each branch, within each leaf, from the joyous yellow crown upon the top of the trees, to the swampy dark green lurking below. Strange. My intention for coming to this park was not to assess the spectru...

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“After park” by Mark Krijgsman

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I want to grab the old man by the ears, yank him forward and tell him to do his move. I know the move he is going to play, he knows the move, but still, he doesn't move his chess piece on the board. I know I can't do that to the man though. Finally, he moves his piece, finally, OK so now it is my turn, let's do this let's crush some hope.God, it feels good to tell him checkmate, and see that look on his face, even his angry table sweep made me feel good. Today is going to be a fun day at the park. Spring is always a good ...

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“Mémoire” by Wiss Lbrk

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There is beauty out there, I thought to myself while staring at the rose field out of my window. The snow started to melt, and there was no sign of clouds in the sky. It was indeed a beautiful day, just like my assistant Kyle told me the morning. Today's March 20, first day of spring I presume, and probably why the park near my office was packed with people. I took the rest of day off so I can enjoy this day as much as I can.About 6pm, I headed to the park. It was unexpectedly uncrowded, lucky me. The atmosphere was calm, and peaceful, perfe...

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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

“Mating Season” by Andrew Hansen

“Plants survive winter, I can keep breathing” by Taira Wynde

“BEEing alive ” by Kieran Muters

“The World Still Spins” by Elizabeth Bohr

“A Sad Spring” by River Chase

“Lavender ” by Reina Alicia Diaz

“The Random Epiphany of a Random Thinking Teenager” by Walter Wright

“A Brilliant Monotone” by E.M. Lewis

“Happy Birthday” by Annick D Arnaud

“God in the park” by K.A G

“The Spring Sky, The Sunset.” by Robobby Queen

“Double-Edged Spring Night ” by Unknown User

“It Doesn't Matter How it Starts” by Hannah O’Meara

“After park” by Mark Krijgsman

“Mémoire” by Wiss Lbrk

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