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

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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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“Breathe” by James Winter

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That’s it, breathe deeply, taste that fresh spring air. Smell the fresh leaves, still damp and fragrant after that little shower this morning. The scent of fresh cut grass, how I have missed you! Seems so long since last year, what a different world it was back then. Huh, back then. Strange to think that way. Sounds like it was so long ago, not just a single year. So much had changed though. I used to love walking here, straying from th...

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“my head's a park” by Greta Fodor

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Actually, I have literally no idea what I’m doing here. This whole spring thing fucks me up so much even from the inside of my room, why would I come outdoors to a park? No questions, I’m an idiot. I just want to go home. Or, somewhere not here. All these freaking flowers around me, with their colours, their smell seeping into my nose, the twittering birds, the sun sliding down on the horizon, the creek washing its banks… UGH! Too pleasant, too romantic, too definitely-not-me! Nevermind, I’ll walk around for a little while. I have to wait f...

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“Mother Moon” by Luke Boyes

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How grateful am I to see you, Mother’s Moon! I stand upon this iron bridge, spanning the stream that cuts through blooming flowers and intensifying greenery, and can only muster a sigh of appreciation. I am in awe of your brilliance. Like a loving mother, I feel both infinitesimal and infinite when I look at you. This year more than ever, I find myself yearning for your loving maternal presence. For it is you who reminds me that, after a trying, bleak, and introspective winter, there can be… no, there is surely rebirth. There is growth. Ther...

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“One Equals Two” by Katrina Miles

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Mommy,mommy,mommy,I want to go outside now! You promised I could swing at the park! I want to get ice cream, and make some new friends. You never play with me and I'm bored. Get up! Get up mommy! Shut up Nia, shut up! Fine let's go to the park, it is a beautiful afternoon but first, mama needs to put on a pretty sundress and fix her hair. Come to think of it, what are you wearing? You look a mess, go change while I get ready. Mama is looking for a new friend herself. It feels amazing out here, the warmth of the sun against my...

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“THIS IS WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF!” by Troi Qendro

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This morning was weird. Well, it was not weird but it has never happened to me before. It started like this: yesterday I thought it was Friday and I did not activate my usual morning alarm for 7 o’clock. So because of that I slept more than I should have thinking it was Saturday. Why, why did I sleep more?! Well for starters. I'll admit that I slept late yesterday. I regret staying up till’ midnight. My mom woke me up at 7:30 because she did not see the time. That's why she woke me up so late and why we’re both in a hurry to get ready. I was...

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“Park of random thoughts” by Charlota Parkin

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I took a deep breath. There is something different about spring. That air. So fresh. Everything starts to live again. There's something about it. I could barely see anyone in the park today. Weird. How could someone intentionally miss that feeling you get when you go out on the first warm day in a year? It’s like you’re getting a chance to start everything from the beginning. You’re getting a clear page. Carte blanche or something. You don’t need to wear all these layers of clothes; a shirt and a leather jacket will do.&nbsp...

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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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“The perfect painting” by Dhruv Bhargava

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It is that time of the season when everyone is supposed to be happy. It is okay Dhruv, it is the time of spring and everyone is happy. Okay, everyone must be happy, or maybe everyone is told to be happy. It is funny that we live in a world where the mediums and our definitions of our beauty and happiness is fixed. Certain things should always make you happy and the other ones should never, just like how light and brightness means we should be happy and the night brings the package of sadness with it. That is the reason maybe I came to t...

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“Sunday in the Park with Existential Meltdowns” by Alessandra Calderin

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Sunset looks nice tonight. Cotton candy vibes. I can groove to this. So weird how when you walk into a park it’s like another ecosystem. The air feels cooler, cleaner. Kind of… moist. Thanks, plants. You rock. The bees are deep in those flowers. Okay, girl. Get it. I know you want it. But like also relax. I can’t believe I used to be afraid of you cute little, okay no. Not that close, I am not a flower. You are so cute and furry though. Oh my god a butterfly. Hello, beautiful. Do you know that you’re beautiful? Do you even car...

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“Villanelle” by Jennye Guy

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War Memorial. A strange name for such a beautiful, colorful, verdant place. A park, filled with blooming flowers, trees, and shrubs, dedicated to war. Oh, well… I’m not a city planner. Obviously somebody thought it was a good idea to set aside a peaceful spot like this to the memories of intolerance, destruction, and ultimately death. Funny. As a child, I never thought about the significance of the Park’s name. It just was. Like the park itself just was.Is the gazebo still here? Ah…. There it is. Was it always so near the front gate? An...

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“Walking in Beautiful Silence” by Eva Bedggood

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The sun looks so beautiful today. How the light shines through the trees' first budded leaves, I can't remember a recent time that I felt so peaceful and... happy.Sief walked along the grassy fielded path towards her favourite park. She loved it for the trees and hedges surrounding the green gardens and their aristocratic flowerbeds. It was quite deserted on the fields and small wooded parts she loved so, but that was why she loved it.She sighed.I love how quiet it is, not a soul to pester me; an entire evening kept to myself... and my only ...

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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

“Spring on my mind” by Shruti Warrier

“Have I lost it yet?” by Samantha Savello

“Blooming for Death” by Cyndi Hebert

“Breathe” by James Winter

“my head's a park” by Greta Fodor

“Mother Moon” by Luke Boyes

“One Equals Two” by Katrina Miles

“THIS IS WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF!” by Troi Qendro

“Park of random thoughts” by Charlota Parkin

“Mistake ” by Uswa Tayyab

“Initiating Reincarnation” by Victoria Mashburn

“The perfect painting” by Dhruv Bhargava

“Sunday in the Park with Existential Meltdowns” by Alessandra Calderin

“Villanelle” by Jennye Guy

“Walking in Beautiful Silence” by Eva Bedggood

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