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Write a story titled 'The Wind in the Willows'.

Posted in Spring on Apr 26, 2024

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“The Wind in the Willows” by T. L. Manx

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(CAUTION: Story includes themes of physical abuse, substance abuse, sexual abuse, miscarriage, and mental health issues. Proceed at your own advisory.)I do remember being beautiful. I was loved once. I know I was. As a child, the young boys used to throw rocks at me, and my mother always told me that was how a boy would express affection."That just means they like you. You're beautiful, my love."I loved my mother. My father loved her very much as well. I know because her skin was miscolored and often swollen. After all, that is how boys show...

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“The Wind in the Willows” by Maura Morgan

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The Wind in the WillowsA Short StoryBy Maura MorganDaddy finished mowing the lawn, and Mama finished working in her garden. Then we played a game of badminton in our big backyard. It was after school let out for the year and before it got too hot to be outside. Daddy and I played as one team, and Mama was the other. Being only six, I wasn’t very good at it, and we didn’t keep score anyway. I got bored with the game and decided to do something else. Daddy’s shadow stretched long as he stood in the late afternoon ...

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“The Wind in the Willows” by Traci Dietrich

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Age 4: Anna ran beneath the dreamy, dangling branches of her favorite tree she affectionately called Willa. She loved jumping up to try to grab the willows as the wind blew them around. The sound of her giggles echoed across the prairie grasses surrounding the tree, and the birds happily chirped back at her.  Anna had been visiting this tree from the time she could walk. Nearly every day her mom would sit on the back porch and watch her wander down the hill, disappearing beneath the willows. Anna treated the tree like it was her favorit...

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“'The Wind in the Willows'” by Kathy Walsh

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The air surrounding the fields of the farmhouse was stagnant and still. The blades of grass bent a bit over with the heat and lack of moisture. The weeping willow trees stood like mighty sentry along the drive up to the two-hundred-year-old farmhouse. Their long  branches bent over practically touching the ground. No movement could be detected in their branches and stature. Alice being bored, wanted to get out of the house.  It seemed as though the atmosphere within was full of tension and this caused ...

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“The Wind in the Willows” by E. Roux

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Golden Springs, another backwood village that doesn’t make the requirements to be worth a spot on a map, Vania thought as her blue Citroen reached the first sign of civilisation, saying ‘Welcome to Golden Springs’. The GPS had left her in the middle of nowhere about twenty minutes ago, unable to find a signal. The moment Chief Richards stood in front of her desk and announced the news of her temporary assignment to the police force, Vania thought that it was probably one of his usual pranks. Driving blind, Vania was almost certain she got lo...

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“The Wind in the Willows” by Artha Julie Nava

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There's a certain magic that dances between the willows in Spring - a whisper that carries stories of lost loves and lingering souls. My name is Green, and this tale is mine. A confession of a love unreturned and a life unfinished. Here, in the rustle of leaves and the cool shade, I exist merely as a shadow, bound to the Earth only by the heart that beats for her - Jules. My story begins in the cluttered clamor of the New Orleans train station, where destiny first teased me with her presence. I was a boy of seven, dirty-faced from the stree...

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“The Wind in the Willows” by Ariella S

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The island could be lonely at times, but with Grandmother Mimi there and her stories, whispers, and touch, I could never ever be alone. My sisters and I fell in love with her as soon as she first held us in her arms, and I understand why mom could never move away from her. There was a certain stillness, calmness, and persistence of happiness that bubbled around me when I was with her.  There was one summer when I had Grandmother Mimi to myself for a whole two weeks, which meant we could do all our favourite activities, with no sisterly ...

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“The Wind in the Willows” by Van Griffin

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Joran awoke to the late morning sun shining softly across his face. He labored into the bathroom and set his palms on the sink to stare at his reflection. His eyes habitually veered away but he kept bringing them back to look. He did this because he started entertaining the idea of her attraction to him again, hoping she could somehow find it in his shadowy, disproportionate features. He dressed himself and prepared breakfast. The butter was spoiled so he used olive oil to fry the eggs and scooped a dollop of peanut butter into a small dish ...

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“Wind In The Willows” by Jon Harcharek

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WIND IN THE WILLOWS Let me tell you about Willow City. It’s neither.  Oh, there were more trees once. Along with ten churches, eight bars and the VFW. Now scarred and scraped bare after the mines closed, there’s little left but bleak black coal hills and ghosts of gone businesses. Except for the “Outsider Inn” out on the lake— our only place left to get a beer, get lucky, and lately, get shot at. Or so the conspiracy goes if you listened to Lester LaClair that night he slid in, motor still running, snowsuit half-zipped, slurring “somebo...

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“The Wind in the Willows” by Jan H

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Freya began walking along the narrow dirt path that led to the open meadow. With every step towards the clearing, her heart filled with anticipation.“Freya, this way,” a woman’s voice called to her.It was Freya’s mother, Valla.Excitement filled her mother’s voice as she called out to Freya. An entire year had passed since the last time they visited. Freya waved and started running as fast as she could.The high grass rustled against Freya’s legs as she sprinted, her body filled with a rush of adrenaline, eager to reach the clearing where her ...

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“The Wind in the Willows” by Rachel Henry

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The snow and ice had long since melted and the ground was beginning to warm. The spirits that had made their homes along the banks of the Calic Lake had long grown restless. They had been watching the trees planted around the edges for the first signs of life. It was their favorite part of the transition from winter to spring.Selina was the first to see the blue spark of life that resided in the willow to the east of the lake begin to burn brighter. She called to her three sisters who rushed to the base of the tree and sat to watch the flick...

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“The Wind in the Willows” by Michael Jefferson

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Willow, Montana1889 Hunk Harte lies back on his wife’s lap. Annabelle playfully twists his blonde curls, kissing him on the top of his head. The pair of teens gaze up at the starry sky. Annabelle points at a glowing light streaking across the sky. “Look, Hunk, a shootin’ star!” “Make a wish.” “I wish this moment could last forever.” “Carnsarn-it, Annabelle, you ain’t supposed to tell me, cause then it won’t come true!” An enormous shadow whisks by. “Land sakes! That things movin’ lickety split!” the freckle-faced bride marvels. Flames and ...

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“The Wind in the Willows” by Sarah Lyndaker

Submitted to Contest #248

The sun is just beginning to bleed as I open my mailbox. That’s how I’ve always thought of sunsets, even as a young girl. A bleeding sun that melts into the landscape of the bayou, streams of dying sun bouncing off the sluggish water and weaving cracks of light through the somber black willows. If Matt were here and I told him that, he would laugh and compliment me on my fanciful and wholly impractical writer’s brain. Well we can’t all be corporate robots, I would sling back at him. I laugh a little to myself and then frown. I wonder if I wi...

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“The Wind in the Willows ” by Kayleigh Harmon

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The Wind in the Willows5/2/24 at 11:22 pm               “Just start writing. We will help you,” I hear. I have yet to fully come to terms with my gifts. Clairaudience, in short, is the ability to hear something inaudible. It is quite an experience.  I still get startled when I hear someone who isn’t there. I have always been able to perceive upcoming pregnancies and deaths the easiest. I am now thirty-eight years old and have no idea how many people I have told them t...

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“The Wind In The Willows” by Brian Bywater

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The Wind in the Willows     “I do not care what you say Martha it is definitely not the wind in the trees made that sound. I will guarantee it was made by a something moving through the bushes. I think we have company.”    “Absolute rubbish. Look out over the lake. See the white caps on the water? Well you do not get white caps under 12 knots. My Father taught me that.  It takes quite a strong wind. Why are you so jumpy? It is purely the strong wind going through the foliage making that noise. Look aro...

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