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

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“The First Sign Of Spring” by MaKenzie Baker

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“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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“Springtime in the Country” by Ruth Smith

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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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“Another spring will come” by Sebastian Sarsinel

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“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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“She, The Queen” by Trishna Pandey

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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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“Daphne and the Wood Faries” by Ann P Johnson

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Daphne and the Wood Fairies By E. A. Pulliam “Look, Daphne, the first of the snow crocus’ we planted last fall.” I pointed to the pale blue petals in the slowly greening lawn. “Do you remember when we planted them?” Daphne sniffed the flower and the bright orange pollen stuck to her nose. She sneezed. “Are these where you buried those big seeds? How did they turn into flowers?” “That’s...

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“Springtime Memories” by Kimberly Hallman

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“Listen to those birds singing!” Sonia says cheerfully. “Isn’t it beautiful, Mrs. Cassel?” It is, but there seems to be a disconnect between my brain and my mouth because I can’t seem to form the words to agree with her. Instead, I settle on a quiet hum that Sonia seems to take as an agreement. “Yes, Ma’am,” she continues. “Spring is well on its way. It’s so nice to get outside in this warm weather! Doesn’t the sun feel good?” &n...

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“Finding Uncle Paul” by Russ Lydzinski

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A long-ago image came to mind from my pre-school years. We'd been out walking when Uncle Paul pointed to a patch of cup-shaped flowers peeking out from the snow. His eyes sparkled with wonder as he brushed off the snow, revealing bright purple petals. "These are crocuses, he said." It means spring is coming." Uncle Paul would take me on walks every day when I was little. Sometimes we'd stop in the bakery for donuts and eat them on our way home. "Don't tell your mother," he'd s...

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“I Am Not a Home” by Tatiana Olin

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TW: self harm She pointed her little mitten-covered hand somewhere off to the right of the trail we were walking- Do you see that, momma? It’s a crocus. It means The Dark Season is almost gone. I smiled to myself, and then to her as she turned around to see if I had heard her. Yes, pretty girl. Good eye. How’d you get so smart? She shrugged, stuck her tongue out at me and then turned back to skip along the trail. Sometimes I don’t believe she exists. Sometimes I wonder if she is the only living piece of me left. S...

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“Red Belly” by Pieter Kreyns

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Branches laced over the two men like the roof of a heathen chapel. In the summer, it had played at being a rainforest canopy and hushed all sounds underneath in a lively sepulchral dark. In the winter, the intricacies of the branches cast the ground below into dismal shades of gray. It was a secluded site, holy in its solitude. It was perfect. A sound crackled above, and one of the two men, shorter with a round face and a sweaty mop of black hair plastered across his forehead, looked up from his labor and stared into the branches above. A r...

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“For thirteen years” by Alysia Baltateanu

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- Adela? What is this? Matthew asks, looking at the asphalt in surprise His sister, Maia, approached him curiously and looked surprised at the place indicated by the boy. -Adela ?! Matthew shouted, this time impatiently Adela was sitting on the porch of the house, trying to clean up the dust that had settled. She got up and walked over to her siblings, a little irritated that she had been disturbed. -What happened? She asks frustratedly when he gets close to the two. - Look! What is that? Adela leaned over to see better what the two wer...

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“Spring Survival” by Raymond Ogilvie

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Sequel to “Winter Awakening” Through the window, yellow blooms reached up from the snow. They were Grandma’s favorite. Grandpa Charles sat in his rocking chair, reading a book by the fireplace. Aviva grabbed a bright pink snow jacket from the coat hooks near the door. She was going to pick the flowers to give to Grandpa. Ever since Grandma disappeared he seemed sad, the flowers might make him feel happy. Cold air gusted at her face. Stars still sparkled in the morning sky. “Aviva, shut the door and don’t go out!” Grandpa yelled. The do...

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“Samael Reveals Spring” by Chris Rohe

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It was a crisp morning with a light fog that hugged the ground across the rolling grass fields of the park. Large oak trees and shrubs broke through the wisps of fog-like eerie figures hiding within translucent shrouds. A man dressed elegantly in a dark suit, tie, and a mid-length notched lapel black jacket. Dark leather gloves covered his hands to keep the bite of the brisk air. On his head, he wore a dark bowler hat and his face was a pale white. Fringes of dark black hair curled out from beneath the bowler. His nos...

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“ tis the SUGAR SEASON” by Debbie Curtin

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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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“Aurora and Eve” by Sara Rotondi

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“Do you smell it, Eve?” Aurora stopped churning the butter and stuck her nose into the air. “Smell what?” I asked and looked around for what she could possibly be smelling. “The morning dew of course. What else would I be talking about?” Aurora exclaimed as if I was the crazy one. “I don’t know maybe the piles of manure outside.” “Oh stop being so grumpy. Dew means spring. Spring means flowers. Flowers mean happiness,” Aurora adopted a dreamy look in her eyes and clasped her hands against her chest. “We’re a farmer’s daughters, ...

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“The Tale of The Songbirds” by Elle Papa

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She ran toward the bush and smiled.“Here, I’ve never seen a flower in so long!” “Spring has come once again!” the voice said.“What was it again, miss?”A loud clank was heard from the bar when its keeper finally caught the attention of the newcomer.The unfamiliar young woman winced as she accidentally knocked down an empty mug behind her arm, drawing more attention to herself with the noise.She unknowingly fell asleep and was dreaming.The regulars of the pub have been whispering ever since she stepped in its doors and seemingly stomped her wa...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 107 stories

“The First Sign Of Spring” by MaKenzie Baker

“Springtime in the Country” by Ruth Smith

“Another spring will come” by Sebastian Sarsinel

“She, The Queen” by Trishna Pandey

“Daphne and the Wood Faries” by Ann P Johnson

“Springtime Memories” by Kimberly Hallman

“Finding Uncle Paul” by Russ Lydzinski

“I Am Not a Home” by Tatiana Olin

“Red Belly” by Pieter Kreyns

“For thirteen years” by Alysia Baltateanu

“Spring Survival” by Raymond Ogilvie

“Samael Reveals Spring” by Chris Rohe

“ tis the SUGAR SEASON” by Debbie Curtin

“Aurora and Eve” by Sara Rotondi

“The Tale of The Songbirds” by Elle Papa

🌟 Similar prompts

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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