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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 – 167 stories

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

Spring – 106 stories

Write a story where flowers play a central role.

Spring – 278 stories

Stories

“Sultan's Wedding” by Nirmila Lall

Submitted to Contest #86

Sultan’s Wedding It rained very heavily early that morning, but not wanting to give up our usual Saturday trekking up Gasing Hill, we persisted. The earthy smell after the rains and the constant twittering of birds flitting between the trees and the sound of the gushing frothy water from the river down below was invigorating. Raindrops on the leaves glistened whenever the sun’s rays penetrated through. Shoba and I were alone surrounded by lush tropical rain forest. However, our harmony with nature was shattered when a group of young boister...

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“The Gift” by Dave Fernandez

Submitted to Contest #86

“Hey mom, look!” A young voice of a boy echoes through the woods.“Huh? Oh my! It’s a white fox!” A sweet voice of a woman replied.The fox was sniffing a red flower, and it immediately dashes away after it got seen by them.Both son and mother are having a stroll inside the woods, known to the locals as milky woods. It is called milky woods, because of the combination of all types of white bark trees in the area and the cold mist that moves with the stream. Both of them walk through the soil that is tainted by the color of the fallen tree leav...

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“One With Nature” by James Mckinley

Submitted to Contest #86

ONE WITH NATURE &nb...

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“The Wood Fairies and the Rainbow” by Stephen Douglas

Submitted to Contest #86

The story I am about to tell you happened a great many years ago, so it is well you listen up so it is not forgotten. It happened one early morning when the first light peeps through, when the birds in the forest begin to welcome their new day. When the darkness of the night is lifting and it is time to rejoice in the arrival of a new day. It is at the beginning, at the break of day that the Patu-pai-a-rehe the ‘Wood Fairies’ (Hakuturi) return to their fortified village amongst the bush-clad slopes of the cloudy summit of Mount Pirongia. Th...

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“Spring” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #86

“As of 26 March 130,032 confirmed cases of the virus and 5015 deaths have been reported in the region.” The reporter seemed distressed, and as he continued to stutter through the rest of the news cast this became plain to see. “Measures that the Government has taken to curb the spread …” “Oh, my!” at this point, Jane started to feel sorry for him, one or more of those numbers clearly stood in for someone he cared for. “— including curfews, school closures, and restrictions on travel into and within the country — have led to reduced operating...

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“Spring is Coming” by Eva Parker

Submitted to Contest #86

Hi, just really quick, this short story will include some gore. Just a quick warning! Anyway, I’ll get out of your way. I watched my sister play in the river. The water was so clear you could see the stones at the bottom. It cut the royal garden in half. The only way over it was a bridge that lay not to far from us, or swimming of course. These gardens were our favorite place. The old willow tree that hung over the river always gave a form of shade on the hottest of days. Its trunk was thick giving you a place to rest your back. During the...

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“The Bud. ” by K.E. Thomas

Submitted to Contest #86

“Abigail, look there is a bud on the apple tree.” Jace pointed towards the little flower. Abigail looked up following his gaze. This was the first sign of spring they had seen. The ground itself was still covered with snow, and most of the living things had taken a grey quality to them. It seemed as if the whole world had been painted white and grey. She smiled at the little pink bud. It had been a hard winter with almost a constant snow fall. There had been times when the two of them had been unsure if they would get their next meal. Money ...

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“Messy sketchbook” by Evelina K

Submitted to Contest #86

It’s Monday morning. In times like this, I tend to understand where the stereotypical Monday-morning mood comes from. After having finished a box of chocolate cereal before school—which I have started regretting—my belly and my palms feel nice and warm inside the huge pocket of my oversized black sweatshirt. I am comfortably sitting at the back of the classroom, when the happy-go-lucky art teacher comes in. “Good morning, everyone!” she screams in that piercing tone that makes my poor ears tingle. “Let’s take our sketchbooks and have an outd...

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“Springtime in the Country” by Ruth Smith

Submitted to Contest #86

Jon was annoyed. He looked at Jen and pointed. “There it is, the first sign of Spring, a ladybug on the wall.” Well, in reality, it was an Asian Beetle, not a ladybug, but they were climbing out of hibernation and out of the woodwork. Jen sighed. “I'll go grab the bug vac and get started. If I don't get them now, they will be all over the place.” She left the kitchen and went to the closet where she stored the portable vacuum cleaner designated for such use. Those beetles stank like burnt peanut butter and Jen preferred not to contaminate ...

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“She, The Queen” by Trishna Pandey

Submitted to Contest #86

She looked onto her land as she stood on her balcony with deep contemplation, staring at the unique flowers in her garden that her daughter pointed to her. The sight of the flowers sprouting did not grab her attention, as her inner thoughts held them. Her rule had come to her both by chance and by her own efforts. She was the rarest creature, ruling the lands, rivers and seas, which were mostly considered a man’s domain. She was not afraid of being a woman, she did not look down upon herself for being one. It was of great strength, endurance...

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“The First Sign Of Spring” by MaKenzie Baker

Submitted to Contest #86

“Look Mama! A robin!” Emma eagerly points out. “Yes honey! A robin! The first sign of spring!”. I say, trying to stay positive. She can’t see a moment of weakness in my face. She can’t know about what happened in spring those years ago. -3 Springs ago- It was a normal spring. I had just turned 19. The sun was shining, flowers were blooming, people were hanging bird feeders, and setting out decorations. I however was getting drunk with some friends. I was a foster kid until I was 16. I got adopted by a nice couple who couldn’t have...

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“Another spring will come” by Sebastian Sarsinel

Submitted to Contest #86

“We should’ve dressed more lightly,” suggested Timothy, a young boy with sparking eyes, “look, father, it’s so warm, it’s spring now! Look at the blossoming field flowers, isn’t this sight a treasure?” A huge man and his son were strolling on a grassy field, on rather hot and humid day, which, by the way, was a rare occasion in this little village. “Tim, the nature doesn’t forgive naive people”, answered the man with content look on his face. His eyes always gave an impression that he was tired all the time, but it was easy...

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“take me with you, dear dandelion” by Duvina Grace

Submitted to Contest #86

blue for grief settled in our bones blood for the anger ages old pink for wishful thinking and hope white for the dead to cope purple for love and trust red for the sinful lust and unlike popular belief black for the signal of better times for the universe was nothing but darkness before it exploded to form life * The stars were bright. No, bright was the wrong way to describe them. The stars were luminous, their glow standing apart from the vast, empty universe. A young boy sat at his windowsill, gazing at the glorious velvet sky. He...

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“The Buds which Never Flowered” by Lauren Rinelle

Submitted to Contest #86

"Sky-blue hyacinths. Over there, just beside those, bumble-bee yellow tulips! Oh and the ah, ah, ah-- choo!" he paused, taking time to blot his tender nose. "Fresh cut grass?" replied Shona, passing her father a tissue. Springtime was always Ralph's favourite season, but he could never quite enjoy it outside of the confines of his home. Hayfever had plagued him every Spring, without fail, since he was a boy. So Shona had the duty of bringing Spring to Ralph. Flowers were almost contraband in this household, so Shona's paper mache daf...

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“Through The Little Forest” by Brianna Stilwell

Submitted to Contest #86

Every day, twice a day, I walked through the little forest. To be fair, it wasn’t actually that much of a forest. There were about five trees, if we’re being generous. It was more of an inner-city green space, a little shortcut between two properties that allowed people to cut quickly through. It shortened my walk to and from school immensely, so I used it every day, twice a day. Every morning, I devoured my breakfast, got dressed, and left home. My father was always long gone by the time I was ready to leave for school, so I blew a kiss...

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