The promise of spring.
Rain.
Flower buds.
Light breezes.
Green leaves.
Melting snow.
Saplings.
Hope too.
That most of all.
Posted in response to the challenge Spring 2026 Writing Contest.
The promise of spring.
Rain.
Flower buds.
Light breezes.
Green leaves.
Melting snow.
Saplings.
Hope too.
That most of all.
Posted in response to the challenge Spring 2026 Writing Contest.
I’ve already fallen for them,
But they’re in love with the shy girl with the pretty hair.
This person I’ve fallen for,
They’ll never realize that I’m waiting by the door.
A thousand thoughts pounding into my head ALL THE TIME.
Whirring past at a million miles per hour.
Filling my head with noise.
The world makes it louder.
Scene One
(Stage)
(Dr. Snowday sits in her chair, wrapping tape around her wrists.)
Dr. Snowday: Actors and Techie, start the show!
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