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

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“Painting Lessons” by Christine Johnson

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I turn off the lights and lock the lobby door to J. Lewis & Sons Accounting Services. It’s only eighteen minutes after five on a Friday afternoon and I am the only fool who hasn’t started the weekend festivities of soaking in the long-missed sunshine. In downtown Chicago, we know how to celebrate a mild and sunny spring day in April because they arrive few and far between. At least, I think it’s warm out. I check the weather app on my phone. Sixty degrees with no wind. A stellar day for most, but I am draggi...

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“Spring, Here I Come” by Kristen Lantz

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Its starting to get dark outside. I should probably take Walter for a walk. I won’t get a wink of sleep tonight if I don’t. That dang dog is the most hyper creature I have ever met in my life. It figures Bryan would pawn him off on me the minute he heard I finally got a place of my own. Nothing keeps his attention very long. Awww, look at those eyes. I guess he is pretty cute. I should get going before it gets too dark. I wonder how cool it is… Probably just enough for my striped cardigan.Should I lock the door? Mom says people in the city a...

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“Falling Leaves Will Cover My Grief” by Leah Felema

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I can still hear it, the shrill shouts of the man I was weeks ago from marrying. We practiced our vows, and he wove the most beautiful story, a story so beautiful you could make a movie out of it, and when he said I Do, the picture of our future together was sealed in my mind's eye. A week later, he asked if I would stay with him forever. When I said yes, his gaze went down, and he said that he had been embezzling from the company he worked at. And then he had the gall, the gall, to believe that whispering it would make it less true; that m...

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“Spring Wind” by Winter Frost

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The wind feels different. It doesn't send shivers down my spine as it did a few weeks before. Everything is louder and more alive. Huh, I guess the trees are growing leaves again. I haven't seen flowers in what feels like forever. Then again, it's been a while since I saw the sun. When I called my therapist, she told me that I should push myself to go outside more often. I know she's right. I know, but whenever I go outside, I can feel the empty space even more. I mean, it's obvious when I'm inside, but that's my space. This space, out here,...

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“I Hate Walking” by Jenn Oliphant

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I hate walking. I could go get chicken wings instead. Chicken wings are way better than walking. That would be wrong, wouldn’t it? Spencer would be upset if I spent money on chicken wings. I don’t want to stress him out. Nope, I should just let this stupid Fitbit get to 10,000 steps. That’s the goal. Just get the steps and go home. Okay, just walk it out. I don’t want to be fat anymore. What makes me fat? Does walking make me fat? No. Walking is good for me. You know what makes me fat? Friggin chicken. Saucy, breaded, deep-fried and deliciou...

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“The Leaf” by Lillian Wilson

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Flowers are grown through the bricks. Each break in the brick led to a new stem, a new color of the flower. Some of the flowers had been picked and placed in holes of surrounding plants. Some plants took to the flowers and began to grow more while other plants simply did not take and would grow new stems just to push the flowers out. The plants with new stems often grew darker stems. The stems took to their closest surrounding color and the walkways usually were what was closest. Only some breeds of plants took up the mirror aspect that refl...

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“As We Know It...” by Steve Douwes

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Oh my god, what time is it? Wait! Don't open your eyes!! If you open your eyes than you will not be able to get back to sleep and you are going to have to start your day. You do not want to start yet. You have been asleep for only like 4 hours and you need some me and you time and none of this real life stuff. I am your mind and you will listen to me or else I'm just gonna talk to you all day and annoy the crap out of you. Alright fine, we can get up and go about our day. First things first you need some coffee so why don't you get that brew...

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“Bittersweet” by Emily Suarez

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Life goes on. People go on with their lives. Everything around me moves, unknowing of my internal struggles. As I walk on this trail, surrounding the park, I couldn’t help but notice the wonderful sight in front of me. There was a beautiful family- laughing and joking. The children softly pushing and shoving each other, trying to stay ahead of the other. The parents staggered behind, watching in amusement with a soft smile layed upon their face.The weather was nice this evening, just enough sunlight to lightly kiss our skin and just enough w...

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“First Day of Spring?” by E G

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I made a promise to myself that I’d finally do it on the first day of spring. Today was the day. Today was the day. The day had arrived. That day was today and it was here. Today was the day, the day, the day, the day. Was it though? I mean, let’s not get carried away here. I know I said I would, swore I would even. But is the first day of spring really a definitive day? Yes, I know the calendar would have us believe that. Time is an illusion; we all know that. Besides, it’s very, very cold outside. Spring isn’t cold. Fresh, maybe. But cold?...

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“A Walk in the Park” by Maria McDonald

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It’s cold for this time of year, Maggie. March many weathers, that’s what they call it. Not this year though. It has stayed cold and bright for weeks now. You’d love the daffodils in the park this year Maggie. They’re dancing away in the light breeze. Their yellow faces trying to catch the sun’s rays before it disappears into the frosty night. They’re a cheerful flower, the daffodil. Nature’s way of telling us that the winter is behind us and summer is on its way, isn’t that right Maggie? You used to tell me how lucky we were to have this pa...

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“Spring on my mind” by Shruti Warrier

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I see a man walking ahead of me tired with the day’s work but hopeful that he is on his way home. I wondered what that faint smile on his face meant. Did it mean he was going home to his family or did he live alone? The smile could be remembering a funny thing that happened at work today. Or just in the mere presence of the cherry blossoms that had bloomed in full grandour and pomp. That is when I realised I was walking a long, as far as the eyes can reach sort of canopy of these delicate pink flowers. These flowers symbolize a deeper meanin...

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“Have I lost it yet?” by Samantha Savello

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It was a Sunday evening when I decided to take a walk. My initial thought was: “It’s so fucking cold out here! What the fuck?” My second thought was: "Why did I decide to move to one of the coldest cities in America?" That was a genius idea, wasn’t it? The sad thing is that as cold as it was in this city, there wasn’t even any snow. It was just freezing and depressing and everyone walked around in the 10 degree weather acting like there weren’t eight foot long icicles hanging off of buildings and waiting to kill people.According to an Instag...

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“Blooming for Death” by Cyndi Hebert

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It was a beautiful spring evening and I was walking through the park. Petals were bursting from their buds and their perfume rode the breeze in the air. Often when I thought of spring, I thought of new life; new beginnings. This spring, however, only death was on my mind. The beauty of the flowers, the sound of the birds, the buzzing of the bees and the warm sunlight on my skin couldn’t help my dark thoughts as they pervaded my mind. I wondered why flowers were sent to dead people. Why did they mourn death with something so beauti...

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“Mistake ” by Uswa Tayyab

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“Why are we here again?” Gigi says, skimming the park and has puzzling expression on her face. Kiara makes the w.t.f face and gives her time to think; silence falls in between. Kiara starts to walk at a regular pace, wanting Gigi to follow her but she goes in the other direction. She forgot again? How many times do I have to make her recall things. This is slipping out of my hands now and I think I’ll have to make another appointment with Dr. Jonathan. So leaving a 70 year old woman is not a good idea; I should go up to her. ...

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“Initiating Reincarnation” by Victoria Mashburn

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It’s beautiful today. The flowers have bloomed, the sun is shining on the trees, and nobody seems to mind the storm clouds headed our way. You don’t either. You know that we’ll be sheltered by trees soon enough anyhow. You do not question going off the path and into the thick of the forest. This is a national park, and we could easily get lost, but you trust me so fully that you believe in my ability to get us back to the car. Part of me wishes that you knew your fate, but I can’t bring myself to say it. I mustn’t tell you that you will...

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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

“Painting Lessons” by Christine Johnson

“Spring, Here I Come” by Kristen Lantz

“Falling Leaves Will Cover My Grief” by Leah Felema

“Spring Wind” by Winter Frost

“I Hate Walking” by Jenn Oliphant

“The Leaf” by Lillian Wilson

“As We Know It...” by Steve Douwes

“Bittersweet” by Emily Suarez

“First Day of Spring?” by E G

“A Walk in the Park” by Maria McDonald

“Spring on my mind” by Shruti Warrier

“Have I lost it yet?” by Samantha Savello

“Blooming for Death” by Cyndi Hebert

“Mistake ” by Uswa Tayyab

“Initiating Reincarnation” by Victoria Mashburn

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