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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

“My Sad Happy Place” by Sarah A

Submitted to Contest #86

March 2021 The first time I saw a hydrangea, I started to rip it out of the ground, assuming it was like the weeds around it that I had just been instructed to pull out. “No, not that one”, my boss, Griffin, corrected, with a soft smile on his face. “That’s a hydrangea.”“Oh”, I responded awkwardly, quickly shoving the woody, flowerless thing back into the soil. Now, si...

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“Honey Cup” by Mansi R

Submitted to Contest #86

Today is the the day we all have been waiting for so desperately.One year since Nat defeated Poo in a single sided match giving the taste of utter embarrassment to the 'petals of Puff'.I'm your host and commentator Rose Ace and here we all are back together to commence this year's 'Honey Cup' in the presence of our special guests 'Queen bee of Surmi' and her associate worker bees Fin, Xo and Mose.Welcome you guys.I'm sure everyone is as excited as me to see which team get sucked on by Queen bee and her associates and which one gets free manu...

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“NUMBER FORTY FIVE MEMORY LANE” by Claire Tennant

Submitted to Contest #86

Jenny sat at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper, for a change. She was always too busy to take the time to read, choosing instead to listen to the radio while she drove, or watch a news broadcast on television in the evening. Her irritation was more evident these days where media speculation took over from reporting the facts. Perhaps it was the school teacher in her, she thought impishly. She glanced up from the newspaper and looked out at the pocket handkerchief sized garden of the home she shared with Hank; the love o...

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“Spring Petals” by Adam Wan

Submitted to Contest #86

Psshhh… Kiriko boarded the bus. A winter breeze brushed past her when she stepped on— she shivered: cold. She took a seat near the middle, sitting herself by the window, seeing her reflection on the cold glass; its image pale, faded. For some reason, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sadness in her eyes, in her lashes, reflected on the pane. She sighed, closing them—seeing the glass mist up, like a mirror—then opened them up again. Her reflection: it reminded her of her younger self. She was in her sophomore year bac...

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“Poppy Meadow” by H.L Whitlock

Submitted to Contest #86

Ron poured himself a whiskey and lemon. He only ever added the lemon part when he was just with himself, or occasionally, in the company of his late wife, who, to his internal sadness, he had outlived by a number of years. Lemon wasn't something real men added to their drinks. At least in proper company.He laid back on the lounger his kids had convinced (with lots of poking, persuasion and outright bullying) him to buy and Ron could not help but wonder why he had resisted the chair for such a long time. Was it the idea that it did his standi...

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“Longing for Spring” by Renalyne Arcaina

Submitted to Contest #86

Spring. The time when the grass becomes greener and the leaves turn brighter. It’s also the time when the annual Spring Festival takes place in the city of Sacramento, California. People all over the city come together on this Saturday and enjoy this event. There are different tents for food and other sold goods, live music and performances, rides, game booths, and to end off the night, a fireworks show. It is an overall, enjoyable occasion, but maybe not for everyone.Eva is a college student in her sophomore year who has a passion for paint...

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“Give Me Just A Little More Time” by Daniel Norton

Submitted to Contest #86

I was eleven years old when our Festival Park hosted the Fifth Annual Beach Music Festival. It was exciting because my parents were in charge of everything but the music. I was free to roam.Beach music in the south is totally different than bech music elsewhere. I was a big fan of rock and roll so I would have loved for it to mean the Beach Boys, or Jan and Dean, Bruce and Terry, Surfaris, or Dock Dale and is surf guitar.No such luck. Here in the South it was The Embers, Swingin' Medallions, Chairmen of the Boad, The Drifters, The Tymes, The...

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“The Molten Strawberry Festival” by David Dicaire

Submitted to Contest #86

The Molten Strawberry Festival It was the Strawberry Festival a rite of spring in Molten, California, a place world renowned for their delicious red berries. Every year they would throw together a real cool time with rides for the kids, games of chance, a beer tent, various bingo challenges and of course mounds of fresh, succulent strawberries. The The kids loved it and for the teenagers it was a good place to hang out with friends and be cool. It was the talk of the town long before the even...

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“An Unusual Return to Home” by Mark Salmo

Submitted to Contest #86

Springtime, other than being a time for flowering trees and birds returning home from emigration, it is always the cue for Philip to breath. Inhale freedom, and peace of mind, in a place in which he isn’t judged. The annual occasion to meet his lover, back in his newfound home. Coming out to his family wasn’t the matter, but his workplace. Working in Dubai is a promising way to be paid a hefty amount of money. While also indicating that long periods of time shall be spent far from home. In some cases, the current country becomes the place of...

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“Welcome to Spring” by Alexander Erwin

Submitted to Contest #86

Nicholas Blair is many things that others wish they could be. Thirty-something, male, athletic, easy-on-the-eyes, intelligent. Nicholas Blair is many things that others don’t wish on themselves. Single, alone, childless, parentless, depressed. While these were all ways to describe Nicholas Blair, he is currently only described in one way, as Test Subject #1, and as far as Boreas Corporation is concerned, he would remain that for the duration of his testing. However, as far as Dr. Lucie Holder is concerned, Mr. Blair could be described ...

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“Fowl Dreams” by Ryan Haynes

Submitted to Contest #86

"Another day to work towards my goals." Leftover thought to himself as he woke up. He slid out of bed and walked towards his dresser to get his phone. He would need CCC to alter his appearance so he could enter the public areas of the castle and keep up the facade that he was normal. He looked in the mirror, prepared to see the reflection of the dark silhouette form his body was stuck in. To his surprise, the human the rest of the country of Prosperity knew as King Lenny Overature stared back at him."No way! Am I.... cured?...

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“The Boon of being Tardi” by Ernst Muller

Submitted to Contest #86

“That was quite a nice nap, wasn’t it?” It feels life forces flowing back into its tiny body. It stretches its extremities in all directions as far as they can go. They are a bit stiff, but all still operational. “Boy, that feels good! Let’s see: where am I and when?” It activates its multiple sensory organs to their fullest functionality. Thousands of fine-tuned packets of information returns to its brain. Its primitive eyes do not have the same high resolution as ours, but hair-like sensors exceed all of our senses in sheer sensitivity...

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“Oak Girl” by Steven Kleckner

Submitted to Contest #86

They never meant to fall in love, the man and the Dryad. Dalyn had not even believed the stories of spirit women linked to a tree. Not just linked, but part of that tree. Some people claimed they amounted to the same thing as the tree’s soul. Dalyn could be called a free-spirited young lad. A friendly and well-liked man, he could have had his pick of any of several young lasses. But, his heart belonged to the forest. He enjoyed nothing so much as spending time in the woods, wandering further and further into its depths. He hunted the lesser...

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“The Garage” by A.J. Brown

Submitted to Contest #86

Billy opened the door from the house to go into the garage. It was the only part of the house he hadn’t been in but it was time. His friends had garages at their houses. They had been in them and described them so why couldn’t he see this one? He walked in the garage and closed the door behind him. It was much bigger and extravagant than he had expected. By the way his friends had described garages, he thought he’d just walk in, see a car or two of his parents’, then maybe a lawn mower and some other stuff like tha...

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“Frozen” by Dr. Reemanshu Bansal

Submitted to Contest #86

Write about a character coming out of hibernation (either literal or metaphorical)Time seemed to stand frozen for residents of a small village, Maana. It was at the highest altitude where human life was medically possible to survive. Due to heavy snowfall for almost six months, the residents had to shift base to plains approximately fifty kilometers downhill. For them, it was a routine year after year. There was loss of human life as well as of animals. The scenic beauty was divine, which attracted tourists for the six months when it was sum...

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