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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

“ tis the SUGAR SEASON” by Debbie Curtin

Submitted to Contest #86

The signs were here; above freezing during the day, dropping down at night. Another good sign was the amount of snow cover this winter, when it stayed through the season and into spring. The trees were now ready for the sugaring season to begin. We looked to one another and with a wink, I said it first. “Let’s do this!” And just like that our version of sugaring had begun. Preparation was the first thing you just had to do in order on the list. It’s nice when things are put away in the manner of which they would be taken out again. I guess i...

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“Spring...At Last?!” by Christine Hungerford

Submitted to Contest #86

Even when Peach pointed out the beautiful Sonoran Desert wildflowers proving springtime had come at last. Ever since the girls had struggled to get through the cold days and frigid nights, springtime—which had made even Escapist gasp with gladness at its sight—winter had cost them many sleepless nights and insufferable days of discomfort and quarrels. Winter had been a doozy—but springtime gave Peach hope. But she wanted Escapist to care, too—because she didn’t. She was like a flower...

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“Rebirth” by Lisa Onion

Submitted to Contest #86

Rebirth Snow had begun to melt, dampening the ground as the season of rebirth came. Plant life slowly bloomed within the forest that sat at the foot of the Cold Mountains. Animals awakened slowly from their hibernation, various animals stretching and welcoming the warmth of the sun’s rays, shaking the long slumber and tiredness from their fur and feathers. Deer are grazing along the ground, their ears and tails flicking this way and that as other animals began to scavenge for their meals after a long winter h...

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“The Final Goodbye” by Serwaa Dankyi

Submitted to Contest #86

The Final Goodbye " Rosie darling", her mum called out happily. "Rosie", "Rosie", but there was still no response. Daisy, a single mother rushed upstairs to find her only daughter. She knocked on the door of Rose's room anxiously, hoping to hear the sweet hoarse voice of her Rose but to no avail. Then, she barged into the room. The cool morning breeze from the opened window increased her anxiety. Where could her daughter have run off to on a cold, Wednesday morning. At that point, she needed no prophet to tell her that...

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“Sampaguita” by Threese Belivett

Submitted to Contest #86

You’re the symbol of fidelity, purity, devotion and divine hope. I was feeling different today and I feel like I need to breathe fresh air, if the air is still fresh, and do some brisk walking. Next month, GCQ is planning to implement again by our Government because of high volume case of virus. My planned visit to Baguio, to celebrate Flower Festival with my few friends and if possible with my love, did not go ahead. I sighed of the thought. I suddenly question myself. How long does this virus last? I use my electronic bike and went to ...

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“Blue Flowers I Do Not Know the Name Of” by Madison Hoskins

Submitted to Contest #86

We live in an apartment complex with orange-tan brick buildings forming the shape of a moon. My room is the longest stretch to the front door, but I like it this way. There is comfort in being the last person to the front entry. I share a wooden bunk bed with Victoria, but I am the one who decorated the room. Victoria lives with us every other weekend and with her mom the rest of the days. I barely see her because I spend every other weekend with my dad too. That’s why, I like to think this is only my room. My mom and her boyfriend ar...

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“Clown Ivy” by Kit Gordon

Submitted to Contest #86

Ansel was an introvert who gave birth to an extrovert. Her son was Teddy Glenn, unquestionably the most popular person in town. He had owned a record store that regularly hosted local musicians. Many untalented groups performed at “Teddy’s Tunes” and even a few talented ones, but no matter the caliber of music, of persons playing, or the size of the crowd, Teddy would heap praise. His door was open for everyone. And he would talk to anyone, would lend a sum of money to a stranger&n...

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“The Kahan” by Bella Letich

Submitted to Contest #86

In the midst of the woods was a small remote town. It was overshadowed by a massive cobblestone castle. The walls stood strong, cutting it of completely from the town’s folk. The guards wore heavy armour, dark charcoal in colour, and helmets that covered their face completely, so that all you could see were their eyes. Each of them had a blood red crest. In the centre of the crest was a roaring lion sitting proudly upon a rock. They guards, known as the dark ones because of their charcoal armour, patrolled the town. Their presence ever ...

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“Fairy Tale Meets Fabio” by Doreen Shea

Submitted to Contest #86

Fairy Tale Meets Fabio Long, long ago, and far, far, away from anywhere your mama might have told you about, a lone man walked the floor of the pine, needled earth. It was a time so far back, you could smell the green, the dark richness of the soil and the worms within. His senses were keen like the animals that surrounded him, often raising his head to the clean blue of the sky to smell what was about. Sometimes, those skies would darken by the shadows of countless birds, while the land creatures loped by his side....

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“Ugly-Monkey and the Three Wishes” by Amy Merkley-Scharf

Submitted to Contest #86

“Hey, ugly-monkey, pick that up.” I don’t look up. I recognize the voice, or at least the type of voice, and I am not in the mood to engage with a squirrel. I pull at my dog's leash, but he is snuffling and snorting at something he has found on the side of the walking trail. “Asshole, I said pick it up!” I sigh, “it’s not mine,” I look up. He is staring down at me, skittering back and forth on the bobbing branch of a pine tree. He is a typical black squirrel, but he has a bushy orange tail that fl...

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“Live And Let Live” by Suman Saxena

Submitted to Contest #86

She moved on and on. It seemed she was sailing in the air. She felt so light. It was so foggy. She could only see white fumes around her. Where was she going? What had happened to her? She could not recall anything. But she liked this journey. There was something new and exciting in store for her. Excitement always made her sleepy. She moved downwards. Her feet touched the ground. Her hands touched a trunk of the tree. Taking its support, she sat down. Soon she fell into a deep sleep. When her eyes opened, it was dawn. There was little visib...

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“Finding the one eyed deer.” by Sibusiswa Radebe

Submitted to Contest #86

“Leni, turn around.” Mauvie whispers...Just as she’s about to, he holds her shoulder and adds on, “slowly...”She turns around slowly and there it was. The most beautiful deer she’s ever seen. It was graceful with big antlers. “ too bad we have to kill it huh...” Leni whispers back, turning to face Mauvie with a smile on her face. “ yeah well, we could sell some of the meat, the skin as-well. Who knows, maybe even the antlers.”“ yeah, basically the whole dear huh...” she replies, they both laugh and kneel.Leni takes out h...

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“Family Secret” by Haylie Hennebry

Submitted to Contest #86

Ezlynn is running through the forest, soggy bright green leaves squishing under her feet. Her raven black hair was flying around her head, and her muscles were burning. Ezlynn plopped down on a large moss-covered boulder and stared at the cloudy blue sky. Ezlynn fell asleep soon after and slept for around seven quiet hours. As Ezlynn woke up, sunlight was shining through her closed eyelids. Around her was a variety of forest creatures. It spanned from deer to robins. She was still half asleep, but she swore she heard the anima...

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“Bibi and the Moldunberries” by Keigh Ahr

Submitted to Contest #86

Ten-year-old Hamesh sat at a table in his grandmother Bibi’s kitchen. He was reading one of Bibi’s books on magic, a subject Hamesh’s parents never allowed him to discuss while he was home. “Bibi is a powerful and wise sorceress,” they told him, “but her power comes from the Old World, which even she knows is dying. There is a reason she did not teach magic to her children.” Bibi didn’t teach magic to Hamesh either, but she did let him read her tomes and patiently answered his questions. He knew never to tell his parents about what he learne...

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“Sweet Rosalie” by Julia Corliss

Submitted to Contest #86

Rosalie lived with her father in a cottage in the woodlands at the edge of a great dense forest. Her father tended the woodlands, preserving it, wearing the mantle of Conservator. He cared tenderly for his young daughter, as he had since her mother sickened and died when Rosalie was two years old.Each day her father left Rosalie to do his work tending the woodlands. He did not go into the deep dense forest where little sunlight breached the canopy to reach the forest floor, and he was always home by dusk. He warned Rosalie to never enter the...

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