At first, she felt free. She’d bask in the summer evening radiance, watching the kaleidoscope of stars filling the night sky with their regular patterns. Like lights from faraway friends, watching over her.
But in winter, the pavement was cold. Clouds blocked out the stars. Friends seemed very far away.
Jo Withers hopes that everyone has friends nearby. You can follow Jo on Twitter.
Cheryl sits on her porch, waiting. She knows that when she sees the first lightning bug, glowing as it rises from the grass, summer will have truly arrived.
Her paranoid neighbor says they won’t come anymore—climate change.
Cheryl isn’t a believer. She shivers in the cold August night, waiting.
Candace Kubinec posts her stories at storydribbles.wordpress.com and her poetry at rhymeswithbug.com.
He flits between branches, his jaunty, upturned tail bobbing. I’ve seen him before, but never this close, and never singing fit to burst his tiny heart.
His head twitches left and right. Perhaps he’s just scared, but I need to believe it’s because he’s caught a sideways glimpse of spring.
Tamsin can’t sing or flit, but she’s definitely on the lookout for the end of winter.
A loon’s call echoes across the amber lake. Her mate’s wail reassures her.
Above, a rested comrade takes point. The spent goose banks away, catching the slipstream.
Hardwoods preen, sashay their brightest orange, gamboge, and crimson. The old ones yawn, smiling at the adolescents, who dream tonight’s dance never ends.
Matthew lives in Maine.
One spring morning
A strong wind arose
Waking the old trees
Their young leaves shimmied
Like tiny gymnasts stretching
Practicing handstands and cartwheels
While nearby other giants
Stood somber as if caught
By some old trauma
Some unspeakable shame
That had broken
Their mighty spirit
So many long years ago
Matthew lives and grows in Maine.
“Look! It’s a firefly,” she said, as a smile crept across her face. “Let’s try to catch it.”
He laughed, “It’s just a firefly.”
“No, it’s not. It’s summer and we should catch it before it gets away,” she said.
“You can’t catch summer,” he laughed again.
“I can try.”
Shannon Flynn is a freelance writer living and writing the dream in Columbus, Ohio.
Late September lent him, but July took him back.
Perhaps it’s why that time of year is called fall. Lonely lovers look for partners, blinded slightly by the blackening hours, chilled by the frigid mist of morning and the eerie evenings, falling quietly into leaves, into laps, and into love.
Shel Joey Sensing enjoys writing, art, and fashion. She hopes to graduate from Bryn Mawr College in 2016.
In many parts of the northern hemisphere it’s probably been spring for a few weeks, but here in Edmonton it’s just starting to feel like winter is truly over.
Let’s celebrate with a spring-themed 50WS contest and give away some gift cards for Amazon!
The Spring Stories contest will be open to your entries from April 14, 2014, until May 2, 2014. All submitted stories must be related to the spring season in some way. They can be funny, sad, artistic, adventurous… It’s up to you!
The best submitted stories will be posted to the site during the week of May 5 to 9, 2014, at the rate of two stories per day.
The best story from all of the entries will be posted as the second story of the day on Friday, May 9. The author of this story will receive a $15 Amazon gift card!
A draw will also be held for a $10 Amazon gift card.
There will be two ways to enter the draw. First, everyone who submits a story will automatically receive one entry into the draw. Second, another entry into the draw can be earned by either a) sharing a link to this contest announcement using the #50WordSpringStories hashtag on Twitter, b) retweeting the contest announcement tweet from @50WordStories, or c) sharing the contest announcement post on Facebook.
The winner of the grand prize will not be eligible for the draw. The draw prize winner will be selected using a random number generator, and will be announced on the day the grand prize-winning story is posted.
- To be eligible for this contest, stories must be received between April 14, 2014, and May 2, 2014.
- Stories must be related to the theme of “spring”. Stories not related to this theme will not be considered for a prize, but may be considered for later publication on the site.
- Submit your entry or entries to email@example.com. (Limit two story submissions per writer. Please send each story in a separate email. Story should be pasted into the body of the email.)
- The subject line of your email must start with “SPRING STORIES ENTRY” and include the title of the story.
- Stories must be exactly 50 words long, not counting title and author biography.
- Any stories received for the contest but not published during the week of May 5 to 9, 2014, will still be held eligible for later publication on the site. Entry into the contest does not guarantee publication on the site.
- All stories must follow all guidelines specified on the Submissions page. Please read this page before sending in your entry.
I look forward to seeing all of your entries! Let’s make this the best 50WS contest yet.
The girl just could not dress for summer. Her entire bedroom knew. It’d seen the fustrated flinging of sundresses, the disappointed stares into mirrors and magazines.
Finally, one scorching morning, she found her usual glossy substituted for Scandinavian Housing Bimonthly.
She left an OxFam bag of ugly t-shirts and flew.
Jessica Croot is a 16 year old high school student currently in the process of obtaining qualifications and rapidly losing hope regarding her later life. When not writing stories consisting of precisely 50 words she enjoys writing brief biographies about herself (and reading).
For one summer, we were best of friends. Autumn undid us, something in the changing colours, the changing winds.
We hardly spoke during tenth grade. Then June arrived. I hoped, childishly, that the sunlight would reunite us.
Life may move in cycles, but you never cross the same river twice.