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

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“Serendipity” by Scout Tahoe

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The field is wet. Irrigation seeps through my cleats and into my socks. My legs are sore from countless Youtube workouts. (They claim to give you abs. I am living proof that those instructor ladies get liposuctions every month or so.) Besides, I tried to keep up lacrosse by practicing. Throwing, catching, cradling. But at some point, there’s no point. Hector has already started practice. I’m half an hour late and the girls are still doing warmups. They’ve already got their protection goggles on. Their feet slip along the grass when they...

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“Bare Necessities ” by Nainika Gupta

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*Nainika’s Note* Well, I don't know what this is. I tried a perspective I have never tried before, and I am not sure how well it worked, so let me know what you think! The bear yawned and stretched, her mouth gaping wide to show her long canines. A long-honed instinct had woken her up for the first nudge of spring, and she had awoken to the sweet smell of flowers pushing through the frozen earth. All through the winter, the bear had slept on, her metabolism ticking over just enough to keep her alive. Periodically she rose in a sleepy tr...

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“Never Let Go” by Kanika G

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Trigger warning: Sexual assault, description of violence Violet My hands caress the soft, moist grass that moves under my fingers like a living, pulsating creature, wet in patches from the morning drizzle. A strikingly blue butterfly takes off from the nearby daffodils and finds a perch on his shoulder. I look into his blue eyes, properly for the first time, and will him to stay still. While I stare at the butterfly flickering on his white T-shirt, I feel the warmth of his unwavering gaze on my face. A gentle breeze begins to blow, tousl...

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“Crown For a White Rose” by Yolanda Wu

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The King of the Dead rose from his stone coffin with the tattered tangles of his once-royal robes hanging from his limbs. Bandages to cover up the damage of his ruined skin. He pushed his matted hair from his face, his crown nowhere in sight. He walked on the snow-covered cave floor, ice crunching under his bare feet. He inhaled. Breath whistled into his cold lungs. The air was spiced with a faint flowery scent. An insignificant sting punctured his chest. Wind snaked through the tears in his clothing. Humming faintly, he pinched the jagg...

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“Only a Change of Scenery (A Neo Kosmo Story)” by Josh C

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Jenna opened her eyes to a small blurry, display blinking in front of her. Cold air swirled around her face and rays of red light jumped through licks of mist in the claustrophobic cryo-pod. The frigid air stung her nostrils and caused shudders along her body. Each twitch of a muscle added a new sensation as another synapse connected, her body slowly coming back online after 500 years of deep, dreamless, cryogenic sleep. Memories of the last few moments flooded back. The chills as the temperature plummeted, her heart desperately trying to ...

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“All the Colors of Visible Light” by A.Dot Ram

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Hazia remembered light. It was the brightest thing she’d ever seen. If she’d had words, she might have compared it to being a snow-feathered dove sitting in the middle of an almond orchard, perched amid an explosion of white blossoms, bits of hesitant white sky piercing through petals—white on white on white. But she experienced that light without a name, or any words at all. It was the most fully present Hazia had ever been in her life, lying on what she later found out was the recovery table, a thin blanket draped over her body, comin...

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“It's called Writer's Block” by Vanessa Queens

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He stared at the screen; the blank paper was staring back at him. The same feeling every night; a void of thoughts, of ideas. As if the world offered no stimuli to write.Since when was the world so predictable? Or so commonplace? Or so uninteresting? He couldn’t tell. His last book was a best seller. But that was it. After that, nothing. No inspiration, no motivation, call it whatever you like.“It went to your head,” a friend told him. No, no, that wasn’t true. Of course, he felt proud. But up to a point. He had self-control, self-discipline...

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“the sun - imagine that!” by Natalie Strawbridge

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I woke up early today. I woke up early, with my usual sense of dread, in my dark room. Another grey day. Caught in winter’s clutches. But then I glanced at my window, and I saw a sliver of yellow piercing through the grey. I always forget that the blinds keep out the light. I turned the rod and sure enough, the sun streamed in. The sun! Imagine that! I don’t bother to go outside in the winter, except for errands I simply can’t avoid. Some people love the winter. They go skiing, or snowshoeing, or whatever else. Every time I hear about a sk...

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“❝Operation Dandelions❞” by <inactive> .

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❝Operation Dandelions❞「TW : Blood, death」★ ☆ ★“Title of Documentary: Journey of Colony Founder BASK8The garden was one of the few safe places remaining on the moon, having been abandoned years ago. The reason why, was deeply enshrouded in rumors, and that was enough to keep any suspecting astronaut far away from this quiet little room of glass.”★ ☆ ★“HELLO!!!!IF ANYONE’S LISTENING TO THIS, PLEASE CALL MY INSURANCE. I’VE JUST HAD THE WORST TIME OF MY LIFE IN THIS FREAKING GREENHOUSE IN SPACE!!!”It’s a rather special building, actually, as the...

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“The Sounds of Silence” by James Holgate

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As the sky turned ebony and the clouds loomed overhead, a disturbed grunt erupted from the floor. A quake in the ground and a crack in the dirt. A yell of triumph and a cry of agony. Ten timid twigs of the fleshy variety arose from the dirt, accompanied by a pale pair of arms and an overwhelmingly confused face. Soil is a surprisingly annoying material when one must claw through 6 feet worth of it with nothing but their bare hands… Oxygen never felt so good as Clay panted out of pure desperation, glaring daggers at the world that gave him ...

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“Alessia Awakens” by Graham Kinross

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Alessia Alighieri looked around the room. The last thing she remembered was practicing her magic at school. She was not in her room. A woman in a pale green doctor’s uniform was standing at the end of the bed. Alessia recognised the Staff of Asclepius badge on the green fabric of her chest. The doctor looked to have been in the job for a long time, some of her eyebrow hairs were white. Veins showed clearly through the skin on the doctor’s hands.Alessia’s mother was by her side. Her mother wore a gold necklace over her purple silk shirt. Her ...

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“A Regenerating Dream. ” by Shannon Ruane

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A Regenerating Dream.Picked up by her mother, young Andrea was placed onto her mattress. Bedtime was never easy for Andrea, who whined endlessly each night. Sitting up with her arms and legs crossed, she moaned “mom, why do I need to sleep? I'm an android!”The phrase 'recharging your batteries' was not intended to be taken literally; however, it was accurate regarding Andrea. Hidden under her left thigh was a small door with a battery. Impossible to remove, the battery was what kept Andrea alive. If she spent too long 'uncharged' she would i...

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“I Am Fire and Rain” by ✰ 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐞 ✰

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I watched, my head resting on my hands, as the candle flickered. The fire danced. It’s strange how something so powerful can be so beautiful. How can it consume everything in its path, yet still glow with a warm passion? I waved my hand over the flame, it caresed my fingers, warmth trickled through them. “I’m getting worried about you,” A tall, slender girl approached my desk. She moved a pile of laundry off the chair beside me and sat down. “Go away, Jetta. I don’t need your words of ...

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“Groundhog Day” by Amy Donahue

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I smile when I see the slough of fresh earth, tossed down the bank, and the clear dark circle above it. Our groundhog dug out last night, or maybe this morning, but not yesterday, when the smallest of openings was still visible if you knew where to look. Asleep for months with no day or night, only the rhythm of the slowest possible heartbeat. Today was the day, to come back into the world. The woods are still a sparse a collage of browns against the damp, gray sky. And then, there it is! It's leaner than in the fall, but still wide and ro...

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“A Life for a Life” by Lily Kingston

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She had never awakened before the first blossom of spring. Nymphs rarely do. Though, she still found herself stirred from her winter’s slumber by a warmth similar to that of the sun and a gentle crackling by her side. It most certainly felt like the warmth of spring; the warmth that told her to wake up, yet when the maple tree’s nymph opened her eyes, the reflective white of the snow around her nearly blinded her. Instinctively, she raised her arm to shield her light green eyes. By her side, she felt the same warmth like a loyal, heeling do...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 158 stories

“Serendipity” by Scout Tahoe

“Bare Necessities ” by Nainika Gupta

“Never Let Go” by Kanika G

“Crown For a White Rose” by Yolanda Wu

“Only a Change of Scenery (A Neo Kosmo Story)” by Josh C

“All the Colors of Visible Light” by A.Dot Ram

“It's called Writer's Block” by Vanessa Queens

“the sun - imagine that!” by Natalie Strawbridge

“❝Operation Dandelions❞” by <inactive> .

“The Sounds of Silence” by James Holgate

“Alessia Awakens” by Graham Kinross

“A Regenerating Dream. ” by Shannon Ruane

“I Am Fire and Rain” by ✰ 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐞 ✰

“Groundhog Day” by Amy Donahue

“A Life for a Life” by Lily Kingston

🌟 Similar prompts

Set your story at a park during a spring festival.

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

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

Write a story where flowers play a central role.

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