Stories tagged “spring”

  • It Was Left in the Tree

    “Theo, you get down from there,” his wife called through the winter air. Theodore clung to the bare limbs, continuing his ascent. He cursed her under his breath, words he wouldn’t dare say aloud. The smell of cold wind across dormant ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Catalpa

    Rain falls hard on the canopy of broad catalpa trees. Their broad leaves make hallow sounds as great drops hit them. They are like green umbrellas, but individually useless for stopping the rain. The huge drops propel through them by bending them back ...

  • La Primavera

    Valentine’s Day was unseasonably warm. We spread a picnic blanket I’d borrowed from my boss because I didn’t own one, and my date and I unwrapped the sandwiches we’d made. The sun shone on our faces. In this town it’s hard...

    • Author: uselessness
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • In the Spring

    Warm days gave slow way to the damp and chill of Fall. Soon snow and harsh winds swept from the North, and the state went white, full of peace and still. He took the time, kept up in the thick walls of his home in the woods, to mourn, grieve, and come ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Turn in the Weather

    That’s how it all started, which was fitting really. The sparkling burn of new romance warmed an October day leaving my cheeks more than a little red. Six months later, and clouds of April were beginning to give way to a Summer sun. We stood in t...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
  • Spring Brings Promise

    The winter had passed slowly. Snowing, warming, melting, cooling, then snowing again. For most it was a hard season, but it only caused excitement for the doctor. This was exactly the weather patterns he needed in order for his organs to germinate. At ...

    • Author: Horrorfan13
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • A Spring Day

    Like many tales I’ve told, I’ve gotten ahead of things. Told you the end but nothing of the whys and wheres. Your faces and eyes tell me how surprised, some of you shocked even, you are that her knife found itself sheathed in his flesh. I o...

    • Author: Cary
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Bumble Bee Choir

    The Song of Spring “The plants have flowered. The rain has fallen. At last the Age of Honey has arrived. As says the queen, Help thy fellow bee. We are all part of a great, big hive." The Bumble Bee Choir sang the song every year. A little b...

  • It's Raining... thank God!

    ’It’s Raining Again!’ Someone calls. They groan, I wonder why. Everyone is moaning about how bad their hair is going to look by the time they get back over to main school. I smile to myself and say to my best mate ’I’ll be...

  • Loss

    The sun smiles at me,  and I turn my back. Birds call to me,  and I pretend not to hear. Warm breezes try to catch me,  and I run from them. Spring has sprung, but I have to go to work.

  • The Long Watch

    Rain. It poured from the heavens towards the ground below, and he stood somewhere in between. Bent over and supported by the weather-worn stone, gazing onto the horizon as he did the day before and the day before that, he wheezed white breath into the ...

    • Author: johnberger
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Spring!

    The internal suffering of all my organs being squished at once is a mere inconvenience in comparison to the mind throbbing headaches that rise up from the balloon that used to be my nasal cavity. Yay! Woohoo, it’s spring again! Just let me ask yo...

  • Spring, the ever faithful friend

    The crisp morning air leaked through my window. The smell of fresh morning dew on the awaken plants lifted me gently from slumber. The slightest sunny cracks shined through my venetian blinds. Pulling them open, the backyard beckoned for me to come out...

  • A large backyard

    Sitting on the back porch, the air is cold but sunlight irradiates my skin and warms me. There is chirping and I still myself, quiet barely breathing. Watching the tall green grass sway in the wind. Watching the blades part, allowing her to walk toward...

  • Scythe

    The temperature rose above freezing today, signaling the return of my three least favorite seasons, and spring is the worst of them. In winter, my finely polished misanthropy is a razor-edged scythe. Ice and snow and cold hone its edge so well that it ...

  • Rebirth

    I love the crisp cool days of early Spring. The barren trees scratching against the bright blue sky. The snow capped mountains crowning the brown hills. The cold wind chasing last year’s leaves finally released from their graves of snow.

  • On a sunny Saturday

    With the temperature at a record-breaking high this quarter, I went out to enjoy the auras of the sun and walk up and down the avenues of downtown. It took some time until Spring’s gentle warmth replaced the cruel and wet Winter months. In this c...

    • Author: moesef
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
  • Sad Stories in Spring

    Two old men, one stooped and skinny, the other short and bulbous, sat on a bench in the park, talking. Both had elegant-looking canes propped up near their crossed knees. It was a warm spring, the kind where everything was blooming at once . “I k...

  • Watson Alloicious Georgie

    Georgie Alloicious Watson, loved the summer a lot. For in his heart summer contained, a very special spot. Then the wind blew and rushed and roared, and Georgie fell to the ground. When he woke up, and looked about, Spring had some around. “This ...

  • Winter, Spring

    Night falls, winter ends. Spring has come, to make amends. Here I watch, the waking world, from its sleep its blooms unfurl. The buds come forth, bright and fair. Leaves are green —here, there. Yet I cannot, the chill forget, when winter howled...

    • Author: memento
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • For the Sons and Daughters of Sendai

    Is this what the sleeping cherry expected when she beheld the shadows of late winter? Very unlike what the groundhog predicted March would be made of wind and water. The vernal equinox, in silent accord with the straining ocean and the waxing moon, wis...

  • The Perils of Spring

    The pen sped towards the notebook page, struck the paper with a dull “borp” sound and bounced back into Aaron’s hand. Over and over his hand – seemingly on its own – tossed the pen at the page keeping up the borping metronome. Aaron sat at a ...

  • Confined Living Spaces

    I packed my bags up with the essentials: A toothbrush my glasses an old ratty t-shirt a pair of worn out sneakers (not that I’d be needing them). But as soon as the (oddly) warm air hit my flushed face, I knew I wasn’t leaving. I was still...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Radiance

    Spring finally gained enough strength (and common sense) to break free from Winter’s binding grasp. Spring grabbed Winter’s keys from his trembling hands (they were trembling because he had choked Spring for too long) and she released the ...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Spring Fever

    The white, fluffy clouds I thought my memory couldn’t conjure up again lofted high above the window of my room. Billowing heaps of crisp, white cotton floated seemingly high above the world, passing over the glorious sun for a few brief moment...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted about 7 years ago.