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#86: Springtime Flowers

March 21st may be considered the first day of Spring by many, but Mother Nature doesn't always agree. Depending on where you live, the daffodils could be showing their sunny faces or still hibernating under frozen soil.

For me, it’s usually a mix. Here you can be wearing shorts one day and shoveling snow the next, but one thing is consistent: as soon as the weather warms up, I’m bursting outside to gulp down that fresh air and watch the world come back to life. This week, regardless of what the weather actually holds, let’s celebrate the season of rebirth and renewal. After all, in our imaginations the sun can always be shining and the birds can always be chirping!

This week's prompts

Set your story at a park during a spring festival.

Spring – 82 stories

Write about a character coming out of a long hibernation (either literal or metaphorical).

Spring – 158 stories

Write a fairy tale about someone who can communicate with woodland creatures.

Kids – 168 stories

Start your story with one character pointing out the first sign of spring to another.

Spring – 107 stories

Write a story where flowers play a central role.

Spring – 278 stories

Stories

“Awakening” by Luciana Damascena

Submitted to Contest #86

The morning light began to flood the silent cave. At first, it was a faint, golden light that peaked into the small, low opening. Gradually, it turned brighter so that the limestone wall shimmered slightly in its brilliance. She blinked several times, unsure if she intended on greeting the outside world just yet. She rolled to one side, then onto her back. The scratches on the rock wall would have spelled danger to some, who would no doubt have considered abandoning the cave upon discovery of the claw marks. But for her, these emblems of u...

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“A Story about a character coming out of a long hibernation” by Pamela Brown

Submitted to Contest #86

A story about a character coming out of a long hibernation They were on their way to a new house in the country. They were leaving the only house Indigo had known, because Mum and Dad had realised during lockdown, that without the Heathrow planes flying over the house day and night, and without the constant noise of passing cars and lorries bombarding the front of the house, it had felt like living in the country, but they knew that when the lockdown ended and travel was allowed again, their newly-found country living would disappear....

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“Is He or Isn't He?” by John Meiners, Jr

Submitted to Contest #86

Is He or Isn’t He? ...

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“Maxim Life” by HBR Patel

Submitted to Contest #86

The chirping of the crickets was the only thing that can be heard near the lake. The darkness of the night accompanied by the sound of the cricket was one of the best things that Max enjoyed. He was sitting on a bench near that lake, enjoying the moods of nature at night. For him, this was the meditation. No one bothered him during this time and place. Everyone would be enjoying the sound sleep that they had earned during the day. Occasional patrolling car with its siren sound and a beam of light would pass by every two hours or so by ...

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“Resilient” by L.B Rinker

Submitted to Contest #86

The sun wasn’t yet shining, but I could see its light peeking out from behind the treeline. The birds had been singing for a while, that’s what woke me up that morning. Bumblebees searched the garden for the tulips that had budded, but not bloomed, they seemed to understand that the time wasn’t quite right, but that it wouldn’t be long, spring was upon us. I stood on my porch, looking out at the the sun slowly rise over the pines, they swayed gently in the frigid breeze, creaking like old rocking chairs. I sipped on my st...

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“The mountains womb” by I'm Dru

Submitted to Contest #86

The spring festival. It was something their community was celebrating for decades upon decades. A beautiful way to celebrate the rebirth of nature and the beginning of their friends waking up from the deep slumber they took over the winter. Many waited for this celebration because now it was the time to wake everyone and everything up once more, escape from the cold grasp of winter. This was Cian’s first hibernation. He never wanted the hibernation in the first place, he got placed in it after a battle he clearly remembered li...

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“The Help of a Bear” by Eunice Amero

Submitted to Contest #86

Eunice M. Amero 1,173 words The Help of a Bear A little girl named Jackie and her mother went walking in the forest one day to find a place to have a picnic. “Mother could I carry the basket, please?” “It’s too heavy for you, Dear.” “Let’s have our picnic here beside this beautiful lake,” Jackie said. “Okay, that’s a nice spot,” Mother agreed with a smile. “Help me spread the blanket, Honey.” After the blanket was spread they placed all the food, dishes and napkins on it. Jackie was like a tomboy and she loved to climb, so she climb ...

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“The trees won't tell.” by Tella Cordier

Submitted to Contest #86

Rachel woke up, she looked through the dense trees. She could still smell the smoke. Her lips were dry and cracked. Her hair full of thorns, her cloak torn. She has been running for days. In the distance she heard the dogs barking.... They were coming. The witch hunters. Tears filled her eyes, her lips trembled. Rachel struggled to her feet and continued running... Her legs were tired, her muscles cramped. But she had to keep going. They were getting closer.... She fell flat on her face, tripping over the roots of a tree. She desperately sta...

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“Anastasia and the Fairy Fakeout” by Chrissy G

Submitted to Contest #86

Once upon a time, (all good fairy tales start with once upon a time, yes?) there was a little girl named Anastasia. She went by Ana and was very put out if you called her by her full name (Anastasia Mariposa Jamison) . She was tan , with beautiful, soft, curly strawberry blonde hair that was more often than not in total disarray. She was 6 years old, 2 ½ feet tall, give or take a few inches, and cuter than a puffed up chickadee. (That, in my opinion is the epitome of cute) She was cute, could be the picture of polit...

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“Until We Part” by Cheryl Lim

Submitted to Contest #86

She was surrounded by flowers of every kind, every colour and scent. Roses, daisies, baby breaths, tulips and so on, all you had to do was name it. With every step she took, flowers sprung up. Leaving behind a plot of land filled with flowers. The intoxicating scent of flowers and land that goes as far as the eye could see would have made any other person dizzy with excitement, wanting to see how far this plot of land would go. But she wasn't. She was tired of the field, and the sun, though not harsh, was constantly shining, there wa...

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“The Only Squirrel in the World” by Steven Taylor

Submitted to Contest #86

Something about the air wasn’t right. As the gentle breeze drifted across my face and neck, I could feel an awkward shift in it’s direction unlike the typical changes that I’d recognize. The air seemed to hit a wall, and then a spiraling gust twirled clockwise directly in front of me. I stopped in my tracks, halting my previously brisk pace on the tail end of a morning jog through the park, my attention focused on that invisible phenomenon. The still-budding trees scattered throughout the park ...

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“The Woods” by Belle's Book Reviews (Watch On Youtube)

Submitted to Contest #86

Slowly, my horse and I trot into the woods. The same sights greet me, the trees, the bushes, the flowers. I stare into the distance and see no movement. Then I call out to the animals of the woods. One shrill, high whistle. Then the ground vibrates and Angnes, my horse, whinnies: throwing his legs up in the air. All the animals come: the bunnies, the birds, foxes and raccoons, chipmunks and squirrels, birds, porcupines, opossums, and whatever other animals there were in the crowd that stood before me. "Hi, Aina!" one bird chirps. Those two w...

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“Towards the Burning Sphere” by Meggysa Nine

Submitted to Contest #86

"Fly above the skies and lower your gaze... then tell me what you can see." "I see their human hands cultivating what's in their minds, no matter how dangerous it is for the Earth, they wouldn't care if their creations will wipe out nature's vitality. But when time kept ticking around the clock and their minds are fueled with scary logic and knowledge, the shapes and the sizes and the height of the human's innovation from stones and metals can now surpass the height of a bird's flight and kill it with one bullet. Humans are the wildest...

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“The Enchanted Gift” by Katie Ingold

Submitted to Contest #86

**Please note: Words are intentionally interchanged depending on the character such as you/ye as a distinction in dialect and upbringing**Twinkling throughout the trees lit up the sooty night as I headed home. The bright glow as if a hundred fairies perched upon the branches. Perhaps they came from their dwellings to play with spring nigh. I shall leave thimbles of milk out in thanks for their guidance upon the path.A streak of furred brown raced across my path, looking for its burrow. I searched the trail for what pursued him. A red fox jum...

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“The Wolf Princess” by Jane Andrews

Submitted to Contest #86

In a land far away, where the sun always shone in summer and the snow was crisp and cold in winter, a man and his wife were making their way through the forest in a light carriage drawn by two coal black horses. Moonlight gleamed through the bare branches of the trees; and in the distance, the faint howl of a wolf floated on the still night air. Then twigs cracked as a large, bearded man stepped through the beeches and approached the conveyance. The horses pul...

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