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Write a story that takes place at a spring dance.

Posted in Spring on Oct 26, 2022

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Spring Queen

Winner of Contest #35 🏆

The mother had finished the dress just in time. It was green as envy and light as a dream, embroidered with white and pink songbirds wheeling in flight. Phe admired herself in the mirror, twisting her wheat-colored curls into a knot near the base of her skull. Marvelous, she thought, tilting her golden head to catch the evening light. I am marvelous. Her date was waiting patiently at the bottom of the stairs, watching the mother searching desperately for her phone. Looking up, he grinned and bowed deeply. They’d dressed him in a light grey s...

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Imbolc

Submitted to Contest #35

High above the lofty rowan trees the wind swayed, lifting fallen pink petals and blue streamers and corpses of lightning bugs. The sky was heavy blue, threads of thin clouds wavering uncertainly across, and beneath, hidden among the marigolds and loamy moss of early spring, lines and crossing pathways of flickering globes lay in a patterned dance. Crowds of people gathered under every tree, every globe, around every burdened table and streaming maypole. The tables overflowed with bursting red fruits and dripping meats and steaming mulled win...

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No ones judging you

Submitted to Contest #35

  The young woman's celestial eyes shone behind the mask as she placed her delicate hand in his; he placed his hand on her waist and whisked her onto the ballroom floor and they turned and twirled as if they were professionals. Peering back down again, I unlocked my phone for the 1000th time and sighed. Holly was still passed out on the floor looking really uncomfortable, her legs stretched out on another chair. Lindsey was leaving, and sooner or later the room would be empty. Just the dust would flutter through the intoxicati...

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Sobombreeya and Abernathy

Submitted to Contest #35

Sobombreeya Johansson and Abernathy Carpoole were best friends, and for a while, that was all there was to it. They went to school together, and talked together, and ate, a lot, together. It was as though all the forces, destinies, and fates in the universe had come together to create the perfect pair, and they had come up with Sobombreeya and Abernathy. Except, they didn’t know that yet, so they were just friends. Come now, as we drop in on the friends on a day that means something much more to both of them. Valentine’s Day.  Abernathy...

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Too Much Drama For One Night

Submitted to Contest #35

I should have never let Elizabeth convince me to go to the spring dance. I hate dances. They are my worst nightmare. Girls crying over boys in the bathrooms, guys dumping girls for other girls. Dances are just stupid all around. I mean why would you want to go to a dance where no one is actually dancing? I know that I don't. I'd rather stay home and read or watch "Suicide Squad" for the millionth time.It was Friday, April 25th the night of the spring formal. I was in my Sophmore year of high school and as of then I hadn't gone to any school ...

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Forbidden Fruit

Submitted to Contest #35

Outside, there was music. Dance. Laughter. Joy. But inside? There was solitude. Calm from the preening idiots in court. Delilah knew she might arouse suspicion by staying inside the castle. After all, the famed Spring Ball was a festival where all creatures, regardless of faith or fealty, were welcomed into Verdeen society without a second thought, if only for a day. Escaping the festivities was unusual, at the very least. Delilah trod the floor lightly, the points of her silver heeled feet digging in the plush velvet. She glanced around car...

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i'm sorry

Submitted to Contest #35

I’m sorry. I was never one to jump on impulse. I lag, my brain moves slower than my body, emotions paralyze me, words get caught somewhere between the larynx and the uvula. Never action, only thoughts, and if action, then stale action, no emotion behind it, for the emotion has already burnt up, fizzled out, evaporated, dripped from my pores, and only its hollow momentum is left behind. Oh yes, I’ve kissed people before, and one was good. I’ve fucked people before too, though none of them had been very good yet. I followed impulse t...

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A Million Scrapbook Moments

Submitted to Contest #35

Kennedy hated dances. No, that wasn’t true. She hated that her friends hated dances. None of her friends were very interested in getting together beforehand to do their makeup or curl their hair. Nobody wanted to dance, unless it was a slow dance, and those were always uncomfortable. Where were you supposed to look during that? Were you supposed to talk or stare into each other’s eyes? What if you didn’t even like your dance partner all that much?Senior prom would be different, though. Kennedy could feel it. For the first time since the fres...

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Spring Love

Submitted to Contest #35

1960           Jane groaned as her friend threw an armful of dresses onto the bed, she sat and watched as Alice began to sort the dresses in order of color before turning towards her a look of excitement lit her face.           “Alice, I told you that I have no intention whatsoever in going to the spring dance!” pouted Jane crossing her arms over her chest           “Jane this is...

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Enemies No Longer

Submitted to Contest #35

The day had dawned with a vengeance, not to be forgotten by any of the blue-coated soldiers as they arose in the early morning.Corporal Elias W. Killough stretched the small of his back as he stood in line for the weak coffee that was being offered along with the paltry portions of what the cook called breakfast. Half-warmed watery porridge and some leathery strips of bacon, when what he craved was a steaming plateful of flapjacks and sausages, perhaps even with a side of a corn muffin or something of the sort.“Here you go, Corporal,” smiled...

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Panic at the Spring Dance

J P

Submitted to Contest #35

This is the night. The night James has been waiting for what it almost seems like decades. The night of his first Spring Dance. He enters the two metal doors that lead into the gymnasium. The gates to what would be a torture for some, but to him it would be Heaven. He takes a quick glance at the scenery that is before him. A neon dance floor, concession stands everywhere, people wearing uncomfortable, stiff formal wear, and an actual DJ! Everything seemed fine at the start. Everyone talking to their friends, the DJ playing SandStorm by Darud...

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The Wind Dances Most Gracefully

Submitted to Contest #35

Elle shifted uneasily in her heels, the shimmering fabric set around her waist swaying fluidly. A grand doorway towered before her, decorated with flowerless vines and weaved straws of wheat. Their rich scent hung sweetly in the air. Faint music floated through the passageway. Elle stilled herself, letting the notes mingle with the whispers of the trees. She exhaled, clenched her eyes shut, and plastered a smile on her face. Leaving the calming presence of nature behind her, she drifted through the doorway.  Candles flickered in every d...

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The Spring Dance

Submitted to Contest #35

I woke up looking forward to the day because I had to attend a spring dance at my high school later that evening. My mom who was a waitress wondered out loud if I would make it on time since my brother was supposed to pick her up from work first, before letting me use the car which we all shared. It was an old Mazda that our dad left us with, when he decided to jump bail and leave us hanging and dry. Not only did we not have anywhere to go, my mom had been a home maker since she graduated from high school. Our dad was the only source of inco...

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Beauties and Brains

Submitted to Contest #35

The floating head in the punch bowl was what first alerted me that something was wrong. The first tip-off should’ve been my friends and classmates going into a blind rage and biting each other’s faces off, but the hors d'oeuvres table was blocking the entryway. Cowering underneath it was Maddison Carver. The queen of Spring formal. After snatching a cup of pretzels that were a perfect golden brown I squat down beside her.  I’ll be honest, seeing miss perfect with mascara tears ruining her cakey face gave me a bit of joy for a moment. It...

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A Night to be Remembered

Submitted to Contest #35

Tom opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. Immediately, someone spoke. “Tom?”“Hello? Where are you?”A head peeked over. “Oh, you’re awake. Thank goodness. I thought," the voice cracked a little and coughed before going on. "I thought, sometimes, that you would never wake up.”“I’m sorry. Who are you?”“I’m Sally. You’re joking right? You know me. The doctors said you would probably have amnesia, but I thought just maybe…” Her voice trailed off into nothingness.So I have amnesia, Tom thought. I guess that explains a lot of things. Like h...

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