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

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“What Spring Looks Like” by Hannah Dominguez

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"Did you know that in other countries, they've got four seasons?" Bryle turned to look at his little 5 year-old sister, Bell. The two siblings were sitting at their front porch as rain pours down unrelenting before them. It had been raining since the morning, and because of that, school was canceled. Apparently, there was a typhoon coming, so the children needed to stay home. There wasn't many things that Bryle can do sitting at home, maybe watch TV or play video games, but he was getting bored of that. He actually missed school....

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“Sakura” by Priyadarsini Ganguly

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‘The dusk breeze is carrying the scent of orange jasmines. I can sense the first sign of Spring in soft whispers of the lime green leaves,’ she said aloud in a manner that appeared to be a declaration rather than a statement. Not knowing how exactly the flowers smelt, he decided the air must smell the way she it. It was a Cool, crisp, cinnamon-y breeze, which were drying the droplets of sweat off his forehead. It wasn’t a particularly warm dusk but he had been out all day, absorbing the sun’s blazing enthusiasm and copious amount of cigarett...

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“Springs' Reasons Why” by Pam Brand

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"Mom, why can't I go have ice cream with Johnny?! You know his parents. Come on! it's just ice cream and I'll be back before dark." "Hannah you know how your Dad and I feel about this kind of thing." Hannah began tearing up and ran upstairs. As she entered the bedroom , her sister was lying on her bed crushing over the newest teen magazine with the popular heart throb on the cover. "Geez Hannah, where's the fire?" " Susie you don't understand. Mom won't let me go see Johnny. It's just ice cream! Why's she always treating me like I'm a baby?!...

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“WELCOME SPRING” by Mousumi Biswas

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WELCOME SPRING 🙂 The noise of the drum beats woke up little Seedling . Stretching her hands,she woke up with a start. " Mamma, what's that noise ?" "The children have come out to play ", said Roots, her mother, stroking Seedling's face . They are welcoming Spring . She has come after a long time . Excited to hear that her Spring had arrived , Seedling jumped out of her bed . Little Seedling opened the window and peeped out. She was feeling suffocated in her house . She had been hiding in fear...

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“Daffodil” by Jess Cohen

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“Look at all the daffodils! There are so many! On the first day of spring too, I love spring!” The excitement on her face was hard to miss she was so beautiful when she got excited. Her eyes lit up like two bright stars twinkling on a clear night and her smile could warm even the coldest of hearts. She had this energy about her that seemed to vibrate it was infectious, intoxicating, exciting and addictive he loved to see her happy. Thinking back on that day was his favourite memory, she was the love of his life she was e...

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“Spring from a windowsill” by Rikheia Raemi

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Dear brother, Has it actually been a year since you have been gone? Every time spring comes to visit it reminds me of our days as children. That very morning when we woke up to see that the snow had melted and our backyard was full of green, and the first thing we would do was run in the yard chasing each other until our bodies became tired. Do you remember during our spring break how we went to our grandparents' orchards and picked fuzzy peaches and ruby red apples and then coming home and bake a delicious apple pie? I believe that we alw...

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“Blood Stained Roses” by Adriana Gugliucciello

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tw: murder Every year on the first day of spring, dad gave every important woman in his life flowers, it is a tradition I intend on keeping now that he’s getting older. On the drive over to my parent's house, I stopped by the flower shop to pick up mom's favorite ones, roses. Today was the first day of spring and I couldn’t wait to see Mom's face light up with joy when she greeted me on the front porch. As I pulled into the driveway I noticed the front door was open, which was strange considering they were always so paranoid about thei...

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“The Buds which Never Flowered” by Lauren Rinelle

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"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 daffodils or po...

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“Signs of Spring” by A Alman

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“Dog Shit,” the grizzled man said, turning into the stiff March breeze. He cupped around the flailing blue flame of his zippo, lighting his cigarette. I jammed my hands wrist deep into my pockets, hoping he wasn’t talking to me, but there wasn’t anyone one else at the bus stop. Well, no one I could see. “Excuse me?” “Dog shit,” he repeated, a thick plume of smoke spiraling out behind him. “My daddy used to always say, soon as the snow melts, first thing to show up’s dog shit. Screw robins, they’re like number three, maybe four, depen...

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“The Robin” by David Dicaire

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The Robin Lilly and Randy were walking home from school talking like they did every day, two carefree kids without any real worries. The sky was blue, the sun was shining and it was just a grand day. She stopped and motioned him to remain quiet. “Look at the robin over there.” “So what?” “So what, you clump head, that is the first sign of spring.” Randy watched the robin hop about looking for food from the ground that was still hard and mostly free of snow. The winter had been very tough on everyone. “I wish I had som...

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“In Bloom” by Pete Duffield-Fuller

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“I don’t know how you can like it there so much.” “What do you mean?” She gestures at the grove before them, “It’s beautiful.” “It’s morbid, is it what it is.” “You’re morbid,” she laughs and stoops down to caress a budding crocus. “Spring is coming, bringing new life, even here…” She trails off wistfully, gazing at the dome above them, the sunlight filtering through hazily. “Besides,” she turns to face him, “It’s not like I have much choice, do I?” He turns away, “I know. I’m sorry, Celeste, I’m just feeling frustrated and…” “I’m sorry, I ...

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“Listen, Bluebird...” by Andrea Itt

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“See the birds?” My father would ask me, pointing out our window. “That’s the first sign of spring. They’ve come back to join my little blue bird.” He teased and ruffled my hair. I think I took spring for granted then. Just a pretty season where flowers began to bloom, a symbol that summer would come and school would end. Dad never took a spring for granted. Dad liked kites. He spent his slow days figuring out how to best make a kite that could catch the smallest drifts. He would dust off his kites from the long winters they spent on the...

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“Bobby's Day Out” by Suma Jayachandar

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“Daddy look! the sleeping man… his ears are out now!” little Bobby pointed to the maroon-coloured new leaves that had barely made their appearance from the skeletal bush of Crepe-Myrtle. Chris moved closer and smiled. “Yup, we will see the pink flowers blooming soon enough,” he said trying to match the excitement of his 6-year-old son. It was a bright Sunday morning and both of them were in their house garden. After the bitter winter cold, late March had brought in perfect mornings though the nights were still chilly. Sarah had gon...

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“The Perfect Flower” by Christy Sutton

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“Mommy, oook”Her perfectly shaped lips formed an O as she drew out the word. She bounded forward, racing toward her new discovery. A flower. There, in the middle of the sidewalk, as a beacon of the undeniable season that lies ahead. I remembered our spring days last year, soaking up the sunlight like a sponge after enduring the never-ending winter.Sara bent down low to observe the treasure; her bottom almost touching the ground. Her plump little finger stroked the pale orange petals, the color of sun just peeking over the horizon, caref...

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“The Crocuses” by Lynn Dewees

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Neil wouldn’t know a crocus if it came up behind him and bit him in the ass. But when Melinda said “Spring is in the air. The crocuses are in bloom.” he thought it would be churlish to mention his lack of botanical knowledge. He just smiled. Melinda and he worked the third shift at the diner. She waited tables, he washed dishes. She was excellent. She calmed irate patrons with just a word and a smile. She managed multiple tables full of demanding customers with poise and grace. Neil was developing a crush on her, but was resisti...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 107 stories

“What Spring Looks Like” by Hannah Dominguez

“Sakura” by Priyadarsini Ganguly

“Springs' Reasons Why” by Pam Brand

“WELCOME SPRING” by Mousumi Biswas

“Daffodil” by Jess Cohen

“Spring from a windowsill” by Rikheia Raemi

“Blood Stained Roses” by Adriana Gugliucciello

“The Buds which Never Flowered” by Lauren Rinelle

“Signs of Spring” by A Alman

“The Robin” by David Dicaire

“In Bloom” by Pete Duffield-Fuller

“Listen, Bluebird...” by Andrea Itt

“Bobby's Day Out” by Suma Jayachandar

“The Perfect Flower” by Christy Sutton

“The Crocuses” by Lynn Dewees

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Set your story at a park during a spring festival.

Write about a character coming out of a long hibernation (either literal or metaphorical).

Write a fairy tale about someone who can communicate with woodland creatures.

Write a story where flowers play a central role.

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