Write a short story about someone tending to their garden.

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“Meant to Be” by Madison Mull

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"Are you ready, Summer?" Ezra asked me. I felt my heart race out of my chest. He looked as perfect as I drew him. Tall, handsome with long black hair up in a bun, so you can see his beautiful emerald green eyes. He was perfect. Everyday I imagine him, holding me tight in his arms, feeling his soft lips against mine. "Yes." I said with no hesitation.Hours Before~ "Come on, Belle. I have to get there before two! That's the best part!" I said, running down the street. Belle tried to keep up. "Summer! Just because you want to creep on Ezra doesn...

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“A World of My Own Creation” by Willa Writer

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I’m here. After weeks of anxiety and paperwork, I’ve made it. My weekend off. With all of the work I’ve been doing, I haven’t been able to relax in a long time. My dreams have been plagued with nightmares of forms that I forgot to fill out and coworkers who I don’t think I can deal with for a single minute longer. It feels like forever since I’ve been able to do something I actually want to do, but here I am on a lovely Saturday morning, waking up because I want to. The air this morning is perfect, crisp, cold, and clean. I could sit o...

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“In The Garden” by Gaelyn Kennedy

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It was a glorious spring day! The birds had formed a choir and were singing a cantata to the Creator. The sun shone in brilliant waves of joy and the breeze ruffled ones hair with gladness! Sibbyll, a golden brown and white puppy of indeterminate heritage was ready to go out to play! “Just a minute Sibby! I’ve got to find my shoes!” Magda tried to explain the delay. Magda was short of stature and small boned. Her blond hair was in a short bob, short enough that it couldn’t be ...

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“A mottled patch of grass ” by Sarthak Raghav

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A small patch of grass shines under a morning sun. The grass is shimmering under the morning dew. A middle aged lady wearing a knitted pink sweater and parakeet green slacks, crouching in a corner is watering garden lilies. The sleeves are folded halfway up and mud sticks to her cocoa skin. A calm and gentle smile lies intact on her lips shimmering like the very grass. It was an ordinary day. A series of hushed footsteps wake the lady from her fluffy daydream as she turns behind. A teenage girl stands dead in her paths. A wheatish jitte...

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“Every Year, New Roses” by Sophie-Dominique Waddie

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Emily walked through the garden. The house may be small and somewhat cluttered with an ever-present light layer of dust which it seemed beyond her control to keep at bay. The garden, now that was a different story. Emily was just about to celebrate her 65th birthday. She was walking more slowly these days and used a stick when she was out and about. It was she told everyone, a fashion statement rather than a necessity. The crows’ feet around her eyes and the lines around her mouth gave her face character and def...

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“Gold and Brown and Golden Brown” by Saige Everly

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Esme was a simple woman. She kept to herself and didn’t care much for the drama that came with city life. As a youth, she’d been so enraptured by the tall skyscrapers and fancy cinemas, but now? Now she preferred to enjoy the simpler things in life.She awoke at eight in the morning to the sound of her alarm clock. Perhaps it was old fashioned to still have one to smack her hand down on as opposed to a sleek new digital version, but Esme liked to stick with what she knew. She knew the way the smooth metal felt as she searched with a wandering...

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“True Love, Lost” by Saoirse Kelley

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I go out to the garden and there isn't much there, but houses beyond houses beyond houses, all close together and more than I can count. It makes me thirst for something. I'm not starving for it. It isn't a constant pain, not an insatiable, passionate hunger. It's a discomfort I'm used to ignoring, and I will spend weeks wondering why my head hurts and my body hurts without ever knowing just a glass more could fix it. I wish water could fix this. It's springtime, and the snow is still melting in dirty piles by the curb. People love the sprin...

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“Flower Girl” by Scarlett Johnson

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Being born into the rich family of the Stanton’s would’ve been a blessing to any person in the horrible time of the 1950’s, but for a curious mind, it was torcher. Raised to tend to everyone’s petty needs she was, called every minute by a name everyone loved but her. This was because the only thing, or should I say things, she cared for wilted. Her family, neighbors, everyone who she knew called her Rose, but the only person who called her a name she liked was her father. He called her his little flower girl.Rose Stanton sits on her porch ev...

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“"Bad Sunflowers"” by Joanna Galbraith

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Clifford hadn’t signed up to stay at The Institution of his own accord, although the doctor did point out that his well-intentioned-but poorly-executed-attempt at self-harm with a blunted potato-peeler could well have been construed as a sign up of sorts. “But I wasn’t even trying to kill myself,” he explained. “It was only curiosity.” ‘About what?’ asked the doctor, genuinely curious for herself. “As to whether it is actually possible to peel human skin.” “And …?” “No, I suppose not…but…” Clifford glanced down at his bandaged wrist. R...

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“The Rose Garden” by Karla Luna

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I never thought that a garden could be so fragile. I had to water the roses but not to the point that they would drown. Mom taught me how to take care of them and how to make sure they stayed healthy. I could just let other people do this for me, my family has hundreds of maids and butlers but I choose to do this. This place is filled with memories that only I know about and nobody else. I looked over my shoulder to see a woman with a black veil and a black dress. I couldn’t see her face but I felt like I’ve seen her before somewhere and the...

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“Under The Oak Tree” by Blythe Malfoy

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"Mrs. Oak, how are you?," I said to the oak tree infront of me.I loved talking to the oak tree at the backyard of my house. My dad said that he planted the tree with his mom years back when he was around seven.It's been thirty years. Whenever my dad and I were together at the backyard he was like:' Do you know Nik it has been thirty years since I last planted the tree with my mother and it still feels like it was just yeaterday? and I'm like ,'I know dad, it's been like three hundred times you have told me.' Every time I say this he giv...

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“Bonsai Garden” by Anna Komora

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Spring shows its face when the morning sun starts to warm her face as she wakes. Carefully she sits up, smiling and basking in the rays. Dressing comfortably, but in layers. To accommodate the weather if the sun decides to shine and make her warm or if the winter winds still choose to blow while she works outside. After a hearty breakfast, one sure to give her all the energy she needs for the lovely, sunny Saturday that is shaping up as she watches out her window. Once her plate is clean and glass empty, she makes her way outside i...

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“The Battle of 41 Kingsborough Court” by David McDonald

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The blood-red sun rose slowly over the hill-crested suburbs of the northern stretch of Westbury City, itself actually just south of the huge metropolis of Columbus. The sleepy suburb was lined with identical two-story houses, seemingly stretching on forever, the myriad of colors, within the standard spectrum of tan, grey, and white, saturated the landscape. Each home had a front and backyard and was allowed exactly two hedges, one small garden, and five trees, with one needing to be an oak tree, their majestic, thick trunks, and beautiful, c...

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“Nurture: A Story of the Peacemakers Saga” by Courtney Myers

Submitted to Contest #31

In the city of Sanctuary, capital of the Isle of Mixed Blood, home to the half-angel, half-human folk known as Nephilim, the BehnElizan family's household garden lay picturesque beneath a serene summer morning. Dew glittered on the well-kept flora thriving in the volcanic soil, with small rainbows glinting inside every diamond droplet. Through the myriad of trees, bushes, vines, and flowers whispered a cool breezeーthe last breath of a fading spring. As it passed, the gentle wind lifted the wings of birds, butterflies, and bees as they flitte...

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“One Grey Day” by Sarah Seado

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The sun hid behind a slew of gray clouds that moved quickly across the sky. Danica furrowed her brow as she stopped to stare at the haze above. The rain will be here by noon. She thought to herself. Danica picked up the rusted bucket that held her gardening tools, carrying it to the garden beyond the ivy covered gable. She kneeled down next to the brambling bush that crept over the rich earth. “My, my, you are growing beautifully, my darling!” Danica exclaimed as she gently examined the ripe berries hanging amongst the lush leave...

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Write a short story about someone tending to their garden.

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✍️ 77 stories

“Meant to Be” by Madison Mull

“A World of My Own Creation” by Willa Writer

“In The Garden” by Gaelyn Kennedy

“A mottled patch of grass ” by Sarthak Raghav

“Every Year, New Roses” by Sophie-Dominique Waddie

“Gold and Brown and Golden Brown” by Saige Everly

“True Love, Lost” by Saoirse Kelley

“Flower Girl” by Scarlett Johnson

“"Bad Sunflowers"” by Joanna Galbraith

“The Rose Garden” by Karla Luna

“Under The Oak Tree” by Blythe Malfoy

“Bonsai Garden” by Anna Komora

“The Battle of 41 Kingsborough Court” by David McDonald

“Nurture: A Story of the Peacemakers Saga” by Courtney Myers

“One Grey Day” by Sarah Seado

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