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

Posted in Spring on Oct 26, 2022

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“Glimmer of Spring” by Rachel Nelms

Submitted to Contest #86

It had been a dismal winter. Nothing but rain and sleet had been falling down. Only now it had begun to snow. The forecast for the next week was to return back to the sleet and rain. But that wasn’t what was worrying him. Oh no. What was worrying him was the fact she had called in the middle of the night and asked him to meet her at the corner of 5th and Main. Tugging on his old boots with holes in them, he made his way down to the desired location.  “I need to tell you something,” she whispered to him, looking into his eyes. How he h...

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“Once Upon A Time” by Maria Blackman

Submitted to Contest #86

Once upon a time, I was an ordinary girl. Well, ordinary in the sense that I woke in the morning, ate and talked and played during the daytime, then slept at night. I was (am), after all, the princess. As others have pointed out, my life is far removed from the ordinary lives of the common people. I like to believe that apart from my inherited wealth and royalty, I was (am, I am!) still an ordinary girl. But there must be some reasoning behind my fame and fortune, otherwise, why do I feature in these tales so often? How these years drag on...

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“A Dream Sequence” by Anomitra Paul

Submitted to Contest #86

A Dream Sequence I lay on the grass, watching the clouds move across the sky above me. I wanted to reach out and touch its silver-blue edges. I tried to move my arms, but they were tied to the platform on which I lay. I had not realized I was bound to the platform until a minute ago. I lay still as the clouds shifted and made way for a scarlet haze; a stifling heat took hold of the air. I looked to my right and thousands of eyes stared back at me. I saw my parents somewhere in the audience. I saw someone else whose presence I could not fat...

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“WE ARE ONE” by Leslie Farrell

Submitted to Contest #86

He was moving. I AM were the first words he heard. He could feel the cold all around him and a shroud covering him head to toe. It began to shrink until it was no longer there. He began to ask himself how long he had been there. He knew only that he had been there longer than he could count. He tried to remember how he came to be here but there were no answers.Finally, he could feel his fingers and began moving them up and down. Tingling sensations emerged. He opened his eyes, moved his mouth and felt the sensation of breathin...

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“Bubbles” by Anna Weber

Submitted to Contest #86

Write about a character coming out of a long hibernation (either literal or metaphorical). Dull monotone voices bouncing over my head. A bright white screen projecting flat images of cartoon characters explaining how to solve systems of equations. The teachers had really given up this year. Falling back on old videos they had dug up from the depths of the internet. My mask itched. My breath was hot. I had to pee. I rested my head on my hands, letting my fingers weave through my scalp. I pulled at my hair, lightly tugging at the roots of the ...

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“Springing Free of Guilt” by Colleen Logie

Submitted to Contest #86

‘I can’t believe it’s Spring already,’ Margie marvelled, walking into the garden and inhaling the smell of the freshly cut grass with relish. She held onto her sister’s hand, allowing herself to be guided towards the nearby bench. Sylvia gently helped Margie onto the bench and smiled at her excitement. ‘I’ve missed the whole of winter recovering from that darned accident,’ Margie lamented. ‘Fancy that!’ Sylvia laughed. ‘Well, it wasn’t the whole of winter, it just felt like it, with you unable to walk down the stairs and ringi...

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“Highlights on the Wild Berries” by Alice Claude

Submitted to Contest #86

It always seems like sweet honey is lightly intertwining one’s eyelashes when they finally wake up from a long, long slumber. It stretches lazily into golden strands as we blink our eyes, attempting to have them open fully. One, two, three slow movements of heavy eyelids is usually what it takes, on average. And then, like an oyster with a pearl inside, they slowly open to greet morning.              I see golden rays of the sun streaming inside the den. Birds sing their regular son...

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“Blooming” by George Morales

Submitted to Contest #86

"Actually maybe you should go to bed at an appropriate time tonight, because you know ... you have the ability to do that, unlike myself. I don't need or want to talk to you when I get home. I actually want absolutely nothing to do with you." Message sent. "Why are we even together anymore? Is it just for Mary at this point? That's what it feels like. There's no real camaraderie, there's no affection to fall back on during tough times. There's not even mutual understanding between us. It feels like we've just gotten comfortable with the ...

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“It's Nice To Have A Friend” by Indi Jimenez

Submitted to Contest #86

Darren Wolf is the kind of man that runs in routines. He wakes up at precisely 6:30 in the morning, and the first thing he does after opening his eyes is fixing his bed. How he knows it is precisely 6:30 in the morning isn’t because of some alarm clock on his phone (his phone can only call his only daughter who lives a city away from him and when absolutely pressed, an ambulance when he needs it), but because of the sounds of his neighborhood that immediately tells his mind to wake up when he hears it. There’s the two high-pitched barks of t...

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“Stumbling Through the Darkness by Cara Fidler” by Cara Fidler

Submitted to Contest #86

It had been 6 months since Frank and I broke up after I found him in bed with another woman. Devastated, I ran outside, picked up a brick and threw it through the bedroom window shattering the glass. The pain was so excruciating it cut me like a knife. I stumbled to the car, adrenalin rushing through my veins. Shaking like a leaf, I put my keys into the ignition and peeled wheels out of there. I couldn't believe what I had just seen. The magnitude of the betrayal was suffocating and greater than anything I'd ever experienced. I drove ...

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“Springing out” by Bear Mac

Submitted to Contest #86

Old man winter had finally left, finally, thank god, it seemed like it was going to last forever. but he did leave and with it, a new coming out was going to occur, in more ways than one. The feeling, the sensation, the rebirth. We all have experienced the same feeling, the same freshness, and the same rebirth, but being reborn can mean so much more for some than others, a feeling of newness, and it occurs every year, nothing to get in its way and stop it, the way nature does every at this time of the year. For some people, it's nothing new,...

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“Late Spring” by ASHISH DHONGDE

Submitted to Contest #86

Late Spring Today she bought Tulips for her husband. It was sheer luck that the Ferns and Petals in the Basant Lok market had some. Tulips grow in just a couple of states of India – Himachal Pradesh and Kashmir. They cost five times as much as roses and have a limited demand compared to the more familiar jasmine and marigolds. They are almost always found in a few neighborhoods in the top cities. Usually whatever ends up in the markets are stems imported from Europe. Any available stock was picked up by mid-morning by the love-struc...

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“Metamorphosis” by Amy Jayne Conley

Submitted to Contest #86

Trigger warning: eating disorder No-one had seen her for months. Just over a full year. It had been spring when she’d suffered, and then she’d gone away. Disappearing was easy. The global pandemic had forced everyone inside. When the world had come back out, she hadn’t. She’d remained behind closed doors, living silently, quietly, like a shadow. She’d worked on herself, on her surroundings, on her body, her mind, her soul. She’d healed herself, her trauma, her wounds. She was a better person for it… but no-one knew about it. Rosie had been f...

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“Frosted” by Angele Gougeon

Submitted to Contest #86

“Bloodroot and blue cohosh and bearberry,” the voice lilted. “Hepatica, saxifrage, and Jack-in-the-pulpit.” Fingers trailed over delicate leaves. Bright sprouts, desperately reaching from the melting snow, turned white, and then black. “Oh dear,” said the voice. Pale purple prairie crocuses lay squashed between her toes. She bent low, staring for a long moment as the branches above groaned. In the silence of the forest, ice-melt dripped to the mud and loam below. Wind shrieked lowly. Far off, someone crept over the last dredges of crackling ...

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“Coma” by Joy Mason

Submitted to Contest #86

My eyes opened suddenly, immediately being blinded by the light that shone directly in them. Somehow, the room was completely dark when the light went away. Breathing heavily, I tried to make sense of the audible confusion and panic I gleaned from the blurred figures around me. I heard the quick tempo of a beeping heart monitor to my right, the sounds of someone weeping to my left. I couldn't tell if they were crying from fear or joy.Where am I? Who are all these people? What is happening? I wasn't quite sure until I regained my vision and m...

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