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

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“Giant Steps” by Cassidy Adams

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Leaving the house felt like committing a crime but, the feeling of the walls closing in on me, as the dim lamp light made the heavy atmosphere of the room swirl, had become too much to be still. I finished the drink beside me and began preparing to leave. Slipping out of my pajamas and into real adult human clothes, I grabbed wireless headphones, a sweater, and a winter coat. My cat opened his eyes sleepily and offered a questioning “wow wow?” as I stepped into the bracing wind outside. It wasn’t raining, yet the wind chilled my bones,...

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“Reaching For Remembering” by Barbara Eustace

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Oh. Oh God. What was I doing last night? Not sure I remember fully, but I feel like I had one hell of a time.Coffee. Mmm, whatever went on last night, I know it felt good. I feel so alive this morning, so ready for, well, anything.Must have had loads to drink; can’t remember though, and I’ve no hangover to speak of, just…Gaps.Gaps in my memory, but I’m sure if I give it time it’ll come back to me.I go out onto the back step, breathe in the late morning air. Or maybe it’s early afternoon air. In, out. O...

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“Nightmare at Gabriel Park” by Kari Perisho

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Zoom, zoom, zoom, there he goes! I need to put the leash on him before it gets too dark. Oh my cute bugaboo. I love him so much! I hear the clasp snap around his neck and we head out of the fenced in dog park. It’s pretty much deserted, so we need to get through those woods, back to the car.Such a beautiful evening. I can feel it getting cooler so I decided to stop and put his cute little white jacket on that I gave him for Christmas. Oh, how he loves it! &nbsp...

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“Walking The Bridge” by Ashley Young

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Walking the Bridge BY: ASHLEY YOUNG I feel the cool strands of grass tickle my feet through my sandals. The sun is painting a mural of warm, welcoming colors as the day comes to an end. I ponder the last 97 years and wonder if I did enough. As I walk by the swings I see a little girl no more than five years old. Her smile matches that of her brother pushing her from behind, carefree and innocent. I remember those days when kids would go to the park without parents, accompanied only by a sibling and their imagination. My brother a...

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“to listen to the sky” by Hannah Daya

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The Sun still kisses my cheeks in the late evening. It’s a bit of a change from the way the dark used to fall at earlier hours than this, but now, the Sun stays a little while longer, here to sit down for a little bit more.I’ve missed him so.The Night’s company is rather comforting, and the Stars are a friendly smile against the dark. The Moon, though rather changing, is always thrilling to see because you never know what new face she has for you. I quite enjoyed listening to her stories while the Stars danced them out for me. It made my eve...

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“My Saturday walk to the park” by Lillian Schraml

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Springfield park. My refuge, my safe space, my home. I don’t think about sad or important things when I go to the park, I think about happy, exciting things like my birthday or my Saturday walk to the park.At the park, I see many people, many faces, many activities. It's the weekend, so all the children have dragged their parents to the park so they can see their friends once more. Then there’s the elders who just want a breath of fresh air. And then there’s people like me. Just on my Saturday walk to the park.Most people will wave or nod th...

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“Reflections of a Love Past” by Jennis Horn

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I wonder how long it has been since I truly felt loved. People always say they love each other, but how many of them really mean it? Understand it? Did he ever mean it when he said it? I doubt it. I’ve walked by these cherry blossom trees for two springs. I feel as fragile as those petals today. My discoveries of untold lies stoked a fire in my lungs and a waterfall behind my eyes. I wish I could float away like these petals. At least my allergies make it less obvious that I'm quietly crying. I suppose it's griev...

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“Smell” by Colter Harkins

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What is that scent? It’s definitely… pungent. The joy of not having allergies… Everything smells so strongly. Smell is a harsh word for scents. But sometimes it is apt. I’ve never been one for the smell of flowers, and right now the sweet nectar is really getting to me. I love the colors; fall reds and oranges are lovely and all but this time of year really gets the full spectrum. But that smell is really… nauseating. I wish I had a stuffy nose just to escape it. But tonight in particular something is extra spunky. That’s what this sce...

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“Life Finds a Way” by Kimberly Hallman

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This is the kind of evening that just makes you feel alive. Just the right temperature, so comfortable you don’t even think about it. You just are. It feels like winter might finally be over. I mean, I love the snow, but there’s just something special about this time of year. The flowering trees are full of white and pink blossoms. The dull browns of winter are being hidden behind the green of new life. Animals and people alike are coming out of their winter dens to enjoy the new season. Everything is just so full of life. &...

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“All Those Thoughts ” by Koi KOAH

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Oh no... Oh, no, no, no, no...It shouldn't be like this, what are flowers doing blooming now of all things? There's like no grass and everything is practically mud. So what are you guys even doing? What will you even do later anyway, play grass?! And clearly, there's something wrong with all these people too, "what a nice spring?" Where?... And I quote again... "What?" It's too early?! Is no one literally going to say anything, how it's too early for spring or am I just late? There's still mud everywhere, no grass. The trees are still as bro...

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“The Park March” by Jesse Booysen

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The park sucks. The air is fresh but cold, the ducks are cute but noisy and don’t get me started on the people here. Looking back, I’m not sure why I thought coming here would be a good idea. Well, I do know, I suppose. It’s obvious why I’m here and what I wanted to do but things surely never work out the way you want them to, do they? Looking around, I guess I’ve been here all day too. Let’s see, where am I again? Oh, right, next to the hotdog stand but seems like its owner has already fled. Lucky fellow. This stand is in the middle of the ...

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“True North” by Jessica Tomaselli

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This is such a strange time. I don’t know what to make of it. Prior to quarantine, I would have been thrilled to spend more time at home, to have an excuse not to have to run from one thing to the next. But now. . . now, I eagerly escape the apartment every morning and evening to walk in the park. Don’t get me wrong, I take this disease seriously and my hands are chaffed from the amount of times they are washed daily. I only go out early in the morning and at sunset - before and after the rest of the city.The park is the only place safe righ...

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“Falling” by Ira Brodsky

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It’s the 27th day of quarantine in the city, in the country, in most of the world. Seems impossible, sounds like science fiction, no—horror, rather, “The Living Dead.” We are the living dead. New York is a dead city. This country is dying, may already be dead. I wonder what it’s like to be young and new to the city, finding your way, hooking up, creating a life? Watching our democracy crumble? And now…a pandemic. Okay, stop running this nightmare script. Doesn’t do a bit of good. Look up! Feel the air on your face. I want to take my fa...

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“THE PATH THROUGH PURPLE ” by Abeer Khan

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Lavenia is my first name, given to me by my beloved parents. An introvert that I am, there is pandemonium in my mind yet I am silent most of the time. I think about world peace but plot plans of global domination (shh!); I dream about faraway galaxies and enjoy reading books tucked in my blanket while sipping warm tea (Slurp!) My mother cooks delicious meals for us and my father is a stellar storyteller. Let’s not forget my fluffy little poodle called Lucy who is absolutely adorable. Enough rambling Lavenia, you are revealing too much a...

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“Wonderful Evening Adventure” by Kendall Van Sant

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One late afternoon, I went out for a walk. As I walked I observed and I took the sights, sounds , and smells around me. The sun has not yet set still in the sapphire blue sky. Children playing games in the street. Some of the boys are playing basketball and some of the girls playing with jump ropes. Most of the children had their chalk out.The children drawing with their chalk drew birds, flowers and other objects of interest. The teenagers were working on more complex drawings like Mandalas and scenery landscapes. They were master pieces of...

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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

“Giant Steps” by Cassidy Adams

“Reaching For Remembering” by Barbara Eustace

“Nightmare at Gabriel Park” by Kari Perisho

“Walking The Bridge” by Ashley Young

“to listen to the sky” by Hannah Daya

“My Saturday walk to the park” by Lillian Schraml

“Reflections of a Love Past” by Jennis Horn

“Smell” by Colter Harkins

“Life Finds a Way” by Kimberly Hallman

“All Those Thoughts ” by Koi KOAH

“The Park March” by Jesse Booysen

“True North” by Jessica Tomaselli

“Falling” by Ira Brodsky

“THE PATH THROUGH PURPLE ” by Abeer Khan

“Wonderful Evening Adventure” by Kendall Van Sant

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