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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

“Dancing with Sunflowers” by Tee Stories

Submitted to Contest #86

“Let me get the... red roses”. I said reluctantly as I brushed through the catalogue. “Maybe a dozen?”She Loved roses, she would let them dry out once they died and make her own rose water. Or sometimes place them around candles or the table in our living room which she joked was her bruja alter. She’d place them Near her sage. In the far corner of the small apartment we shared. She even put rose petals in our bath on our romantic nights. Roses it is. “Sure”. Said the clerk behind the glass counter. As I waited for her to gath...

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“Yellow Roses on Your Grave” by Eden White

Submitted to Contest #86

I promised you, when your breath began to rattle in your chest and your hand laid weak in mine, that I would grow roses on your grave. Yellow, you insisted. Yellow to make me happy when you no longer could. A full year and then some passed by in guilt as my vow remained unfulfilled, not due to ignorance or neglect, but simply because the pain was too much to bear. Each morning I would wake in the dim pale light filtering through the curtains and fix my eyes on the empty space you used to occupy, swearing that it ...

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“Little Magical” by JC GuPta

Submitted to Contest #86

Despite my taking all precautionary steps as were being publicized by the Govt. of India, I got an infection. High fever and body ache to result in my Carona test being arranged. The result was positive. I was diagnosed with routine isolation rest for two weeks. Hectic efforts were made to get a bed or room in some private or government hospital but the outcome was nil. Bolack-marketing and money squeezing having become routine phenomena. I had read a lot about naturopathy and the impact of nature on human beings. Initially, I re...

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“The Green Thumb Trophy” by Jaynold Dionio

Submitted to Contest #86

Two bicycles, dashing through the empty lane, the two kids opposed each other on their mini racing. One of them was a small girl and her name's Tiffany, whom the village called little Tiff. Together with her, was her cousin Anna. She's a bit older than Tiffany. Both of them were committed to defeating the other in this race though it was part of their leisure and there was no audience plauding.Anna was the living inspiration for Tiffany. She had many accomplishments that started when her age was much younger than Tiffany. They had the same d...

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“The Flowery Murder” by Affair Writer

Submitted to Contest #86

Prologue “Yo, it’s been a while hasn’t it?” I said as I turned my smoke off in front of her. “Things got pretty hectic for me, so how’s your day?” I asked her as I took a bouquet of flowers out of my bag. “Not much huh?” I said as I spread the flowers that I had brought for her. “Well, I have to go now. I need to help the police with the questioning me, see you,” I waved my hands as I left. Part I I laid back on my chair with my t-shirt off,...

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“The Favorite of White Lily” by Parvesh Boodhoo

Submitted to Contest #86

The Favorite of White Lily ‘A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms,’ said the Buddhist nun, Zen Shin. Without flowers, the world would be the duller place ever, the plants would only found green not colorful, and cherish. They are very important for the human and animal race. It’s an extremely wonderful part of Mother Nature and we can find it everywhere. They are feed by insects, birds, animals, and concerning for both humans and animals, they are natural medicines. If humans have a soul...

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“Sara's Roses” by Lunal H

Submitted to Contest #86

“You might think that, but this city is anything but lifeless and cold. We humans have managed to forge a paradise on this lifeless planet and no-”, the constant noise of the radio stopped as Elai switched off the device held together by more duct tape than screws. “Hey, I was listening to that!” the woman sitting on a rickety foldout chair protested. “I was getting into it”, she grinned and Elai sighed rolling his eyes. Thea swayed back and forth; her toes curled against the edge of the table to balance her petite frame. Elai was almost su...

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“Fibonacci's Flowers” by Luke Cook

Submitted to Contest #86

Laszlo Richards is the best accountant I've ever met, but he can't account for time worth a nickel. I can't believe he's late again. I am standing alone at the east entrance to Fibonacci's Flowers. Amy loves the little archway on this side. Fibonacci's Flowers is the only garden of its kind, and easily the most attractive feature of Domino City. Tourists swarm this location each spring. It's lucky for me that most of them prefer the garden's west end, where they drop coins and make wishes at the spiral fountain. For most local folk...

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“As Springtime Unfurls” by Leah Taylor

Submitted to Contest #86

From a young age, I learned to appreciate the diversity found in nature. As a child, I spent a lot of time at my grandparent’s home in the mountains. I remember many hours cradled in the cool earth by a small river that ran from a massive waterfall. The roaring sound of the water was accompanied by a gentle mist and the unmistakable smell of water that had been filtered by the rocks. Plants were always plentiful there. They were sprinkled along the banks of the river, growing in various sizes and colors. Mushrooms grew in the hollows of old ...

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“The Meaning is in the Flowers” by Lyn VJ Bennett Wilson

Submitted to Contest #86

Last week felt like it lasted an entire month. It was physically and mentally draining I took Friday off as a self-care day. I spent the weekend relaxing, sitting by the fireplace in my apartment reading a book, listening to classic jazz, and watching movies. Even my dog “Gillespie” seemed to want to sleep the weekend away. I was irritated that it was Monday again so soon. I heard my opinionated Pomeranian, Gillespie, come back through his dog door in the living room. He made sure I was aware that his breakfast ...

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“The Rose” by J.C. Martin

Submitted to Contest #86

The key stuck in the lock as Miranda tried to enter her apartment. She pressed her head against the door and took a deep breath through her nose. “Haste makes waste, Miranda.” She intoned her grandmother’s mantra as she shifted her canvas totes full of groceries from the farmer’s market and gently pulled the key out before trying it again with a small wiggle and heard it click home. “Finally!” She swept into the entryway and kicked her shoes off before bustling into the kitchen and dropping the heavy items onto the countertop. She wasn’t sur...

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“The Foam Pit” by RHC River

Submitted to Contest #86

“When you’re having a good time, rest assured the folks in the seats are too - like my dad used to say “A man who can laugh at his own jokes should monetize it.” My mom used to say something too - That my dad was an ass-faced loser - but that’s besides the point. If you’re out there on that stage, facing down a crowd of infinitely clever big-brained apes who all probably know a better joke or two than you do, the only thing to do is take a breath and plunge right in. It’s like the foam pit at my daughter’s gym: you never know w...

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“You, Too” by Danielle Burke

Submitted to Contest #86

Cass wanted to dig her nails into her palms, but fear of crushing the delicate stems of the flowers she carried stopped her. I’d do it if they had thorns, she told herself. She approached a small stone in the corner of the cemetery, ignoring the larger one that stood beside it. Cass’s mother thought the shade of a nearby tree lent peacefulness to the spot, but Cass shivered. This was a cold, dead place no matter the season. She stood, head down, the flowers almost forgotten as they dangled from her hand. “Hey, Joe. I’m sorry it’s t...

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“Bloom Like the Phlox” by Melody Petras

Submitted to Contest #86

Bloom Like the Phlox My gut told me that I had something to do, and my eyes said that I couldn't wait to do it. My wet face was smashed into the pillow that my crummy, claw-like hands had snagged. A long, scream had exposed from my teeth. It sounded quiet, damaged, and desperate. My impaired legs struggled with the blanket. The memories panged through my brain. What my heart once had was gone, and it suffered and cramped.Chapter 1 ...

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“Spring Drama” by A Living Entity (Or Professional Simulator)

Submitted to Contest #86

Note: I kind of lost inspiration towards the middle, so sorry about that! March 15th, 2019: 2:30 PM Maria sighed and pressed her head against the cool leather comforting of the taxi and gazed out the window. The scenery outside was beautiful and serene, unlike the bustling and yelling of Wintercreek or the dorms of Columbia University. The calmness of her taxi driver added a bonus to the peaceful atmosphere. Maria tried to inhale it all while she could. Soon, she'd be meeting her best friends, Yvonne and Ishaan, who loved mak...

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