Write about a character sowing seeds for the future (literally or figuratively).

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“The Lost Episode” by Vie L'cast

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This farmland is stationed in the middle ground between data and deduction, between thought and action, it lies at the summit of man's anatomy and the pit of his understanding. You are traveling into another dimension, not one located in a distant galaxy but rather nested at the base of every human experience. It is a region of analysis and interpretation. Journey not into the abyss of space and stars but into an imaginative exploration of our humanity.You are about to meet two farmers. Opolo and Cervell. They sow seeds, till the ground, and...

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“Eternal Peace” by Minerva Noiropp

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This story contains broaches the subject of both rape and child sex abuse from the point of view of the victim. Today, we shall take our magical spyglass and put it to our eye. The eye I speak of is our third one, our spiritual one, the one, that those of us who are in true tune to as creators, allowing us to see parts of a cosmic whole. There are writers out there, who don't use that eye. One can tell when one comes across one of those because they write using Neural-Linguistic Programming to manipulate the reader for a personal agenda. (...

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“Queen of the Hearth” by Kate Armentor

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Hestia awoke to the sound of ringing bells. "Today's the Day" she thought as she danced to her wardrobe. From the very far left end of the closet she pulled out a purple-and-gold silk robe. She slid into the adorned coat like a snake who grew its new coat rather than shed for it. She made her way to the ruby-and-diamond studded mirror in the hall and set to work, combing her hair and applying her powders. Hestia made extra sure to align the brush carefully to her face, so that her face would look as smooth as a porcelain doll when she was ...

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“Pulling Weeds” by Georgia Blanc

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To sow the seeds of the future, it is required to destroy the weeds of the past. That is all one’s past is, isn’t it? A weed. It was a distraction. Hanging onto the past prevented a productive future. Everyone agreed on that and everyone lived by those words. The teen stared at the poster hung in the hallway outside the bedroom of her family house. It said those words, written in bright red against a picture of smiling adults, dressed in clean pressed business suits with small, professional smiles on their clear faces. The teen l...

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“Wanted: A Green Thumb” by Dee Leger

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Fields of wildflowers, baskets of fresh fruits and vegetables, the smell of freshly tilled soil: to quote an old song "These are a few of my favorite things."I was raised in cities all over the world as the child of a United States Navy sailor. Some countries have multiple tropical forests filled with ferns, flowers, and the earthy smell of mud. Other countries are miles and miles of farmland, rice fields, coffee beans, and exotic fruits. Even in the busiest cities apartment balconies overflowed with potted plants and flowering bouquets. Our...

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“To be or not to be” by Layla Robinson

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Content warning: pregnancy/pro choice Perched on the edge of a public toilet seat, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. And no, it wasn’t the ridiculous messaging on the walls around me. “Things I hate: 1. Vandalism, 2. Irony, 3. Lists.” Hardy har har, as if that one hasn’t been done before. Or, “Whoa, that’s a lot of corn!” Gross. Or my personal favourite, “I love your Crocs - Nobody.” If only it were a silly little scrawl from someone with way too much time on their hands that had given me such a shock. But no, it wa...

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“How Darkness Grows” by Schrodinger Penning

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How Darkness Grows By Schrodinger Penning (Pen Name) Somedays, I just don’t want to accept it. It seems not possible, like a violation of life and reality. But that’s only if you don’t pay attention to the full picture. Life hasn’t dealt its kindest to me. Growing up, I thought I would have a good life. I loved my parents and siblings, I had food and a warm home. I was going to get rich one day. I had many things I wished to be when I grew up: a doctor, a firefighter, a policeman, robotic engineer.&...

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“Please Don't Cry When I'm Gone” by Jessica Hayes

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Dear Daughter, I wake up every morning to find myself looking at all the wonderful flowers. Some red, yellow, green orange and even blue. I like to look at my work, and think of all the pictures we take, and good times we have. When you work hard it pays off and the pictures are beautiful. In the end sometimes the results are worth working for. People say i have the most beautiful yard in the neighborhood. I just say thank you, but i'm awfully tired and too old to be working this hard. I'm just a widowed old woman who likes to make my yard p...

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“WALKING FLOWERS WILL GROW IN THIS LAWN and TREES WILL FLY S” by Mara Masolini

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WALKING FLOWERS WILL GROW IN THIS LAWN and TREES WILL FLY The colors, of course it was also their colors ,always, so living ( vivid) and dazzling , which gave him that idea. But, above all, it was their scent, so intense , yet also evanescent, which you could now perceive so strong, so all pervaded, sometimes even stunned or pungent, and which soon after you could no longer feel, as if it had dissolved in the air, as if wind had carried it away. But here it is again, after just a moment or, however...

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“The end and beginning of life” by Cherilyn Rose

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The waves collected the bioluminescent algae into a chaotic society of billions. They churned in a perfect mass with enough darkness in between to still show each individual life form. A single figure stood ankle deep in the swirling light. Ceremonial robes locked under the weight of the water as it wicked upwards. His eyes were a black mirror to the glowing sea. It was time. It was the end of an era and the dawn of a new one. A time of forced celebration and more than a few dissenters disappearing into the night. It is quite the ask to e...

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“Mother's Stones” by Jennifer Johnson

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The first thing I remember of the valley is the grey. Grey dust from the marching feet of men and horses. Grey soot from their long-dead fires. Grey ash from the trees left standing after those heedlessly abandoned fires, their tortured grey skeletons reaching towards heaven. Even the mighty Sun, bearing down with childbed vigor, only added heat to the grey haze. The dust devils that stirred at our passage did not bring coolness nor did they break the miasma. The air about the River was slightly cooler, though the water was near black. H...

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“The Last Tomato Plant” by Cathy Not

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The glass door was open just a crack, enough to keep any curious nocturnal visitors from investigating too far. Alfred plodded down the familiar steps from his back door, another lovely day, he thought as he ducked under the low branch of an apple tree and let the fresh air into the sheltered suntrap of the 8x6ft greenhouse. He loved this time of year, the flourishing garden was rich with lush vegetation and blackbird song. A single ant trekked over the soil clumps conquering its very own mountainous terrain. ‘Where are you off to?’ Alfred m...

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“Never Too Old To grow up” by Ray Maher

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Never Too Old To Grow Up Once upon a time, about sixty years ago, my mother yelled in anger and frustration at me, “Raymond, you have to grow up and get up in the mornings. The school bus won’t wait for you to get out of bed. I won’t call you again!” My mother was true to her word as she was done with my chronic reluctance to get up when she called me. She got me an alarm clock and said, “Set your alarm and get yourself up.” In high school, getting up in time to catch the bus was hard to do, but I did master it with the help of my alarm c...

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“Seeds of Yellow and Blue” by Irene Ivy

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Sensitive Theme: War on Ukraine After clearing the remnants of the war out of the way, I sat the basket of seeds down and began to dig the hard earth, turning over the sod as needed. Normally, I’d have done this before winter, but the invasion put an extended pause in everyone’s plans. Plans of growing, plans of harvesting, plans of living, all halted for an un-seeable future. I lowered myself down slowly, until my knees were on the makeshift padding of a dirty and torn bath towel. There was still no electricity in most of the town...

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“Money Tree” by Matthew Berg

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It was a beautiful summer day of one hundred five degrees Fahrenheit, with thick smog covering nearly every inch of the sky. Naturally, it’s days like these when children should be out enjoying the weather. Or at least that’s what Jeffrey thought. “Come on, John! Let’s go out and play Money Tree,” the boy said. Jeffrey’s friend John pouted and stayed planted on his plastic chair, spinning it around to face the other boy. “I’m tired of playing Money Tree with you,” John admitted. “You don’t play the right way!” Jeffrey scoffed at this before ...

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Write about a character sowing seeds for the future (literally or figuratively).

Submissions are closed

✍️ 38 stories

“The Lost Episode” by Vie L'cast

“Eternal Peace” by Minerva Noiropp

“Queen of the Hearth” by Kate Armentor

“Pulling Weeds” by Georgia Blanc

“Wanted: A Green Thumb” by Dee Leger

“To be or not to be” by Layla Robinson

“How Darkness Grows” by Schrodinger Penning

“Please Don't Cry When I'm Gone” by Jessica Hayes

“WALKING FLOWERS WILL GROW IN THIS LAWN and TREES WILL FLY S” by Mara Masolini

“The end and beginning of life” by Cherilyn Rose

“Mother's Stones” by Jennifer Johnson

“The Last Tomato Plant” by Cathy Not

“Never Too Old To grow up” by Ray Maher

“Seeds of Yellow and Blue” by Irene Ivy

“Money Tree” by Matthew Berg

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Write a story that involves a character donating a box of clothes which have been outgrown.

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Format your story in the style of diary entries.

Start your story with the words: “Grow up.”

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