Spring Themed Writing Contest

If you wish to participate in the contest, write a story or essay, between 500 and 1500 words, that includes elements of spring; the weather, flowers blooming, rebirth and renewal, etc... and post it here.

Keep it relatively clean, sensual is fine but nothing sexual for this please.

Final submissions will end on May 1, 2023.
Open voting will be linked in another thread and will take place from May 2, 2023 thru May 8, 2023.

Have fun and I look forward to reading all the submissions.

 

I am still prepping my own submission but wanted to give this a bump so maybe more people will see it and participate.

 

Yes!

 

Just a reminder to anyone planning on participating, we only have one week left to post submissions here.

 

(fiction, 1210 words)

Driving aimlessly through the sun dappled streets, my windows down, my music up, and one hand out the window catching the air. The leaves are just being to emerge from their winter slumber and daffodils dot the landscape. I feel free, more free than I have in a long time. I have a basket packed for a picnic on the seat next to me. Now all I need is the perfect place to enjoy it. I don’t have any particular place in mind but I am hoping for some solitude so I head north, towards the mountains.

I have lived near the beach for over twenty years and have only been there a few times. It’s nice when its empty but when its empty its usually too cold to bother. The mountains have always held my heart. I love hiking for hours, barely seeing anyone on the trail. There are some touristy places that attract a crowd but I try to avoid them as much as possible. Unfortunately, those places usually have the best waterfalls and I do love me a good waterfall!

As I drive the flat roads become more hilly and the turns get sharper. I need both hands on the wheel now. I cross an old bridge on a back road that looks hardly used, the water gurgling underneath speaks to me. I park my truck just off the road, take my basket and head down to the water.

The stream flows swiftly, vigorously crashing against the rocks, giving rise to the mist floating in the air. The mossy banks beckon me to rest. I spread my blanket under the sprawling branches of an old oak tree and bask in the thinly filtered light shining through the unfurling leaves.

I close my eyes and replay the last few years that have lead me to this place, this peace. So many choices, so many mistakes but each one got me to where I am and I am grateful for each and every one. The light dancing through my closed lids seems to disappear. I open my eyes to clouds rolling in, obscuring the sun, and smelling of rain.

My stomach grumbles, reminding me that I haven’t yet eaten. Sitting up, I reach for the heavily laden basket, far too much for one person to eat. I remove one of the covered dishes, opening the bowl, the sweet and alluring scent of cut strawberries drifts up to me. I pour some cold cream from a thermos over the berries and then lift a spoonful to sample. The tart blueberries burst in my mouth and blend perfectly with the sugary strawberries. I savor the blend of flavors and the smooth texture of the cream.

A cardinal lands on the grass a few feet from my blanket and looks intently at the berries on my spoon. After I take another bite, I pluck a blueberry out of the bowl, lick the cream off of it and toss it toward the beautiful red bird. He looks at me intently as he hops toward it. Taking a nibble and finding it to his liking, he flies away with it. I finish with my snack and put the bowl away.

Standing, I stretch, then walk down to the water’s edge. Discarding my shoes on the bank, I step into the rippling current. My yellow cotton dress just skimming the surface of the water, the thin fabric clinging to my calves. The sensation of the cool water rushing over my feet and between my legs feels liberating, it makes me wonder what it would be like if I removed all of my clothing.

I walk through the stream, a few yards in either direction looking to see if anyone is around. With shaking hands I begin to lift the hem of my dress, I stare nervously through the trees and jump at the sound of a twig snapping. I drop my dress back into place, watching the woods in the direction of the sound. A deer strolls by, barely glancing in my direction and continues on its way. I sigh heavily and laugh at myself.

A drop of water hits my shoulder, then another hits the swell of my breast. I hold out my hand, lift my face to the sky and laugh louder. I take the rain as my sign. A huge smile spreads across my face, I strip off my clothing and toss them next to my shoes, first my dress, then my bra. Standing completely naked under the overcast sky, the rain drops tickling my skin and sliding down my body to join the stream below, I spin, arms out stretched, head tilted back and laughing like a maniac. I can only imagine what one would think if they were to see me but I no longer care. In this moment I am uninhibited, free of shame or scorn, absolutely, one hundred percent authentic. I prolong the moment for as long as I can but my body begins to shiver in the ever cooling air.

I make my way out of the stream, skip the bra but put my shoes and dress back on, for all the good it does. The wet fabric does little to warm me and leaves nothing to the imagination with the way it hugs every curve. I scoop up the rest of my stuff and head back to my truck. I toss the soggy blanket in the bed and deposit the basket on the passenger side before grabbing a jacket from the backseat. I am just about to put it on when someone pulls off the road and parks right next to me. They lower their window and ask if I might know a good place to eat around here.

After my time in the stream it's almost surreal to see another person right now, I am stunned into silence for a moment. He clears his throat, “Not that I mind but you might want to put that coat on.” I look down at myself and realize what he's talking about, I laugh a little as I quickly cover myself but remembering my new found freedom, I halt my default embarrassment in its tracks.

Sensing that he is a decent man, I boldly say something totally out of character for me, “If you don’t mind, then neither do I,” I put my arms in the sleeves for warmth but leave the jacket open. “If you're hungry, my picnic got washed out and I still have plenty of food to share.”

I get in my truck, he pulls his closer and we have a pleasant conversation while passing the provisions through the open windows. I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone and I was quite content on my own but it's lovely to be sharing a meal with someone, especially someone that isn’t leering uncomfortably at my body even though it is basically on full display. We get on the topic of nudity and as it turns out he enjoys being nude as well. He tells me about some secluded places in the area he likes to go to and we exchange numbers before we leave.

Both while alone and in company, today, was a perfectly enchanting spring day.

 

If your like me and waited till the last minute to finish your writing for this contest, please remember to post your submissions today! Thank you

 

BUMP

 

My favorite season is spring because of so many reasons. First of all, it is the most pleasant season and secondly, my birthday also comes in this season so it is another exciting thing for me about this season.

I neither like the coldness of winter season nor the warmness of summer season, therefore, this season is the perfect season for me. When this season arrives, the days get longer. Temperatures gets a little bit warmer in the day but colder at nights. The weather is neither too warm nor too cold and this allows me to play with my friends whenever I want and enjoy this season to its fullest.I also get to visit and explore new places with my friends and enjoy the beauty of nature.

Spring season brings back the enthusiasm and happiness and everyone feels so excited for this season after facing intense cold breezes for months.Everything gets a new life on Earth and looks so refreshing.


The morning in this season is also very pleasant.This particular morning found me on my favorite stretch stream enjoying one of my favorite pastimes…..fishing. The sun had just risen and veils of fog hung low in the valley. I shivered as I stood waist deep in the still frigid spring water.

I tied on size 18 Royal Coachman hoping to fool my favorite quarry……the wild brown trout. I also hoped I wouldn’t send the fly into the bush on an errant cast. No worry though I had plenty more. The sun just barely shining above the tree tops a deer and two fawns came down to the creek for a morning drink of water. They watched with a most puzzled look on their face as I cast.

In and out, back and forth I cast no takers yet. A white throat sparrow sings in the distance. I feel like I haven’t been fishing if I don’t hear this little bird. “Dear Mr. Peabody Peabody Peabody” he sings. What a joyous song he sings.

The sun is rising higher I begin to worry a little. The higher the sun gets the more difficult it gets to catch wild browns, a most weary adversary. I drift a Wolly Bugger through a likely hole. I get a hit but the fish misses. I drift it down again through the same spot. “Whamo” he doesn’t miss this time. This is a healthy brown that takes me down stream aways. I have to stop him before he gets into the faster water, which I do. 5 minutes later I have my first fish of day in hand. A fine 16” specimen, they don’t get much prettier than that. His red and black spots sparkle in the morning sun. It is going to be a fine day.

 

Thank you for your submission

 

Considering time zone differences I will be leaving this open until I wake up if anyone is still interested in submitting an entry you still have a few hours to do so.

 

Of course, that would be great

 

By request, the deadline for this contest has been extended to May 15th
Voting will take place from May 16, 2023 thru May 24, 2023.

 

Just a reminder, 6 days left to post a submission

 

Thank you for submitting

 

Thank you for you submission but I am sorry to tell you, your submission does not meet the requirements of this contest. You should repost it in the erotica forum.

 

ok im sorry