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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

“Spring's Secret” by Cecelia Annan

Submitted to Contest #86

Azalea ran as fast as she could, whipping past trees, leaping over rocks, never daring to pause to take a breath. She knew that if she did, she could miss out on quite possibly the most wonderful thing she would ever have a chance to experience. Sneaking into Fairy Court hadn’t been easy, but with both people and fairies alike being set aflutter with the first day of spring, they hardly paid her any attention when she slipped through the main gate separating humans and fairies. It’s not as though the two races were on bad terms, not in the s...

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“Em & Ben” by Ell Peck

Submitted to Contest #86

Chapter 1There’d never been a day quite like Tuesday, February 17. It was a warm, spring day, and the newly awakened sun was warming Ben’s freckle-ridden face. He didn’t know it just yet, but this would be the day that Ben would almost die. Well, that’s the way he’d think of it afterwards, anyway.The park was unusually packed with people, and for a second, Ben debated whether turning back was a good idea after all. He’d had these thoughts a lot recently; wanting to just turn back and run away from things. He ran a hand through his long, silk...

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“Flushes of a Peaceful Spring by Alexander S. ” by Alexander Sidorov

Submitted to Contest #86

I pull at the branches from my view. The smell of dirt, grass, and rain wafts towards me, in a delighting aroma. Taking in the smell through the branches, a lot is taking place; picnic tables overfilling with foods, grasses greener than ivy, and the park covering quickly with colorful people wearing colorful clothing. I step closer to a lady dressed lavishly decorated in multitudes of blue shades of fabrics and say to her, " Hello miss, I have a question and I am wondering if you may answer?" The beautiful woman's expression opens up and she...

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“How to Feel Alive” by Delphine Hintz

Submitted to Contest #86

tw: abuse, suicide “You know, a cycle of rebirth implies a cycle of death, too.” Lyla forced a smile. “I’m sure people back then knew that. That was winter, right?” “Eternal death,” Derek’s head fell back. Shouts and laughter of those at the festival below rose up to them, echoing and filling the empty air. “Except winter ends.” “So . . . Alaska would be eternal death then.” She swung her legs out, perking her body up with the words. Derek’s attention did not sway. “Alaska has summers. More like the inside of an iceberg. Frozen. Unmoving.” L...

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“The Fair That Never Ends” by Will W

Submitted to Contest #86

The Fair That Never Ends Written By: William Waxman and Leila Zelman Chapter 1 “Molly!” Mom says. “What!” I scream. “Come down here to eat breakfast and then we have to go to the Spring fair!” “Oh fine,” I say, as I walk down the brown woo...

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“The Circus” by Nicole Khomenko

Submitted to Contest #86

A quiet jungle somewhere underneath him began to ring. He stirred in his sleep, groaning slightly as the jangle grew too loud and he was forced to shift around and lift the covers to find where it was coming from. Unsurprisingly, it was his phone, which he'd fallen asleep with in hand the night before, and the well-known jangle only meant one thing - it was time to get up. As he pulled out his phone from the tangle of blanket, it suddenly lit up and his eyes tried to focus on the blurred white lettering at the top of the screen: 'Saturday 23...

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“The Flower & The Moon” by Goddess V

Submitted to Contest #86

Her lungs expanded in a way that she had never known they could. The feel of the flowing breeze brushed against her cheek. She smiled at the whisper of words the wind said as it reassured her. Standing in the middle of the park, people rushed about enjoying the festival. Above her head, the giant orange sign read “New Valley’s Spring Equinox Gala”. She smiled at the new possibilities of what the next 12 hours would allow for her to experience. Her heart fluttered like the wings of a hummingbird. Her smile rivaled the sun’s mid-morning...

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“Death of the Green Man” by Teresa Garcia Or Amehana Arashi

Submitted to Contest #86

Green grass stretched lengthening arms to the cerulean sky. The day jewel shone down with warmth on those below in the park that busily sang and wove the celebratory garlands into the boughs of the trees. Sleepy dryads hummed back from the trees and opened their eyes, only stepping out a short way to lean against their tree boles after waking enough. The tails of each creature wagged softly back and forth while the count was made. An hour passed as the air grew heavier with song during the count. Each tree was discovered both alive after t...

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“Now its too late” by Sabrina Daney Larrazabal Ayala 7S2

Submitted to Contest #86

Get out of the way! Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech! CRASH Keep calm, it's ok, you're gonna be ok sweetie. Beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep. Beep. Beep? Wait, Beep? Suddenly, i'm awake, but not really awake. My vision is black, abyssal black, black as in death black. Strange? Automatically, my mind searches for the familiar- what's that word? Ah yes, feeling of home. It finds nothing. Instead, the crisp scent of disinfectant and the squeak of a sneaker against smooth floor cuts through my thoughts. Did I just forget the word feeling...

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“Lucky's Hibernation” by Emerson Couch

Submitted to Contest #86

Lucky woke up with a yawn already forming. She stumbled out of bed and down the stairs to her kitchen, where she found her dogs asleep by the fireplace. It was spring, they should be waking up anytime now. Lucky had been accustomed to missing winter for four years, a habit she had picked up when she ‘accidentally’ got into a fight with a girl who had been bullying her best friend. The bully had a ‘fairy godmother’ as it seemed, and Lucky had been punished. Her favorite season was the winter. It was cold, it was snowy, blissful,...

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“The Rimber Park Killer” by Deveon Lynn

Submitted to Contest #86

The clear yellow sun awoke the little butterflies in the bright green Rimber park. The marron benches stood up gleaming rays of delight as the house flies spoke woe. The mighty little trees looked upon the tiny little purple orchids as they look at the disgusted Timmy. Little specks of water splashed all over Timmy's new outfit as he threw a pebble at the iconic pond filled with scant water. He woke up, wished the great god of light, sun by bowing down and went jogging to the park where people appeared out of nowhere to sing, dance and laugh...

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“Lonely in the Midst” by Berhanegenet Mikre

Submitted to Contest #86

The past is looking yonder at the present with fading eyes and envy. It hates the latter’s gut. The present is always looking elsewhere but the past. As if it hasn’t been there for it. The present looks over its shoulder to the past in contempt and to the future with fear, uncertainty and appreciation. But it never knew what that appreciation is for. The future will not see them both, past and present. It only looks to its own face with admiration. He thinks them as an unclean, lacking luster and vision, chastity in everything. However it is...

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“It's time” by Karei Julia

Submitted to Contest #86

It's time A glimmer of the morning sun caressed my cheek and a calm breeze flew into my room to let me know that it was time. Here we go again, I thought to myself. I could have cried floods the night before, and the night before that, and I knew that every time I opened my eyes in the morning, it would feel like I was ripping the skin off of them. It hurt, but not quite as much as it would have if I hadn’t cried at all. Sometimes I would just lay there by myself with my eyes closed just staring at the crimson-tinged colour separating me f...

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“My Boy Henry” by Natalie Sherer

Submitted to Contest #86

It was early morning when I was sitting at a park near the Ocean watching as the waves grew and crashed when I began to hear a voice. It first felt like my imagination, but this time I felt something wasn’t right. I tried to remember which direction the voice came from and I headed in that direction. I headed to the road where the voice got louder, but not loud enough for me to understand, I began walking down the road. Then in the distance I saw someone, small, running towards me, out of breath but trying to say something. I ran towa...

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“Bumblebee” by Evi T

Submitted to Contest #86

“What are you doing?” I hear my partner ask me, startled.I freeze for a moment, looking at her and then turning to look at the pan in my hand. “Why? Did anything happen?” I respond a bit concerned. Did I use a dirty spatula? But, it looks fine. Why does she look so stunned, then?“Nothing, nothing. It’s just… Are you cooking breakfast?” she looks as if she’s run into a bear in the woods and doesn’t want to make any sudden moves. “By… yourself?”I get it now. I relax my body. “Yes, I was feeling a bit better today.” I smile at her. She smiles b...

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