Spring Fling Has Arrived!

4/1/2022

April 1st has arrived!

It’s time to submit your entries. Kaitlyn and I can’t wait to read your stories.

If you need any help or reminders of rules, scroll down to yesterday’s post. :)

Now if you will excuse me, I need to go get some popcorn…or coffee…whichever comes first…but not together, that would be gross.

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Received Responses

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Now, if you don't have a blog, feel free to post your story in the comments below.

You by no means have to post it there, only if you would like feedback. Kaitlyn and I will judge entries posted in the google form. Happy Writing!

93 Comments

Stephanie Rondeau link

4/1/2022 05:16:05 am

Ciara and Kaitlyn— my gif for SpringFling was custom created by a friend, so I don't have a link to it, so in the "Gif Link" spot, I put the link to my blog post (which gives her credit/links to her page)—I hope that's ok!

Ciara O'Neal

4/1/2022 06:22:32 am

Perfect! Thanks!

Janet Krauthamer

4/1/2022 07:53:31 am

Ciara and Kaitlyn, thanks so much for the opportunity to participate! When I checked my entry on the spreadsheet, it seems like my gif is not clickable as a link for some reason. Please let me know if there's a problem with it, thanks! I'll paste the link here in my comment as well. (Apologies, this is my first time making my own gif.)

https://media3.giphy.com/media/sp2mcLsheRYxFL1yw6/giphy.gif?cid=5e214886290864f1af69fa7f65f1c87b22a06260b9014a97&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g

Erin Larivee

4/1/2022 08:53:16 am

Hi!!
Thanks so much for this opportunity!! I don't have a blog, so I am hoping I cut and pasted my story the right way? I am assuming the format might be a little wacky now...thanks!! - Erin

Jessica Watts

4/1/2022 09:01:37 am

https://tenor.com/bbAqY.gif

THE STORM
By Jessica Watts
Word Count: 134

Lightning cracks across the sky. A whoosh, a rush, a roar.
I grab my boots and raincoat, and I wait beside the door.

My toes tap-tap impatiently–I want to splash and play!
“The storm’s too strong,” She says to me. “We’ll stay inside today.”

I plead, “The puddles need me, Mom! They're lonely and afraid.”
“They’ll survive without you. Now, come eat the lunch I made.”

The sky turns green, and sirens scream. My stomach twists in knots.
We huddle in the basement, where we hush our worried thoughts.

Soon the whooshing, rushing, roaring fades to pitter-pat.
The wailing siren ceases, and it's over–just like that.

“Go and grab your boots and coat–it’s time to splash and play.”
She pulls me close and hugs me. “Let's go shake this yucky day.”

Armineh Manookian

4/1/2022 09:08:00 am

Such a sweet and exciting story! Love how it ends!

Pippa Chorley link

4/2/2022 12:57:12 am

mLove your final line - so perfect!

Anne Lipton

4/2/2022 11:41:53 am

This poem is a spirited storm in a child's teacup! I adore your awesome onomatopoeia and the way you build (and release) emotional tension.

@FableFiddler

4/4/2022 05:52:03 am

I like the rising tension... Sounds like it's more fun than calm after the storm

Les Degnan

4/1/2022 09:50:03 am

Hi Ciara and Kaitlyn,
A good spring day for a spring fling story! I submitted mine but the formatting of it looked all wrong. Any advice? Thanks.

Sianna Jacobus link

4/1/2022 10:13:24 am

Hey Ciara, I realized I forgot to add my blog post link to the submission form...should I re-submit or can you add this manually? https://siannajacobuswriting.blogspot.com/2022/04/may-flowers-by-sianna-jacobus.html

Erin Quill

4/1/2022 12:43:55 pm

https://tenor.com/view/good-morning-gif-24013447

Rockin’ My Dance Moves
By Erin Quill
Word Count: 148

Kitty invited me to the spring dance tonight and I said yes. She knows I don’t know how to dance anything like the chat-chat.

No worries though. I spoke to a dance instructor. Had to pay for a lesson on short notice.

I practice in my room in front of the mirror.
Back left paw forward.
Back right paw forward.
Back right paw back.
Back left paw back.
Repeat.

What do I do with my front paws?
I’ll just keep them down and in front of me with my toe beans facing out.

The mirror shows me my dance moves as I dance in front of it. This looks terrible!

I try them out on the dance floor with Kitty by my side. I don’t have any other moves.

She smiles and claps. Everyone’s whistling and cheering me on.

Maybe my dance moves are pretty good after all.

@FableFiddler

4/4/2022 05:53:47 am

This sounds like fun

Emma Pearl

4/1/2022 12:46:26 pm

I didn't see a space for the gif credit so I'm going to add it here - my gif was custom created for my story by the wonderful Allison Strick - thank you so much Allison!

Vanessa Konoval link

4/1/2022 01:52:38 pm

(Sheesh, I have GOT to get my blog ready for prime time!)

THE SWEET SMELL OF FRIENDSHIP
By Vanessa Konoval
WC: 142

As spring’s dainty blossoms, bedazzled with dew,
Unfurled their soft petals of lilac and blue,
Amidst their aroma, there came a sharp funk
When into the field bounced…
…a new baby skunk.
The rabbits ran, retching.
The goslings all gagged.
The deer said “Disgusting!”
And baby skunk sagged.
She slunk away skunkily, slumped by a tree,
And cried, “I wish someone would just play with me!”
But then, from a nearby house came a huge
SNEEZE!
A boy on the porch said “Oh, doe, ‘scuse be, please.
These flowers are awful. I itch whed it’s sprig.
By eyes get all red. I cad’t sbell adythig.
Add all of by frieds are off playig outside.”
The skunk said, “I’m lonely, too – let’s play INside!”
“Really?” he grinned.
“Yes!...you’re SURE you can’t smell?”
He said, “Dot a sdiff,” and she said, “Just as well!”

Pippa Chorley link

4/2/2022 12:59:23 am

This is super fun and cute!

Mary Catherine Amadu

4/2/2022 06:33:00 pm

I adore this premise, the way it sounds when I read it, and the creative way you smelled the dialogue of your sniffly character. Well done!

Anne Lipton

4/2/2022 09:32:19 pm

A funny, bittersweet Spring poem with awesome alliteration and wonderful word play!

Cindy Greene

4/3/2022 08:12:38 am

How fun! Love all the word play and your continuing your rhyme while doctoring the words.

@FableFiddler

4/4/2022 05:56:15 am

Oh no! Not hayfever. Thanks for sharing... and I hope the pollen count improves

Penelope McNally link

4/6/2022 11:29:09 am

I love this clever and funny story!

Erin Larivee

4/1/2022 02:12:57 pm

https://tenor.com/view/bear-sleeping-tired-gif-9532525

I’m NOT Getting Up
By, Erin Larivee
Word Count: 147

Oh, I hear you, spring…

I hear all your chirping…

Your tweeting and singing.

Your chattering and scurrying.

I hear you. I do.

But I simply am NOT getting up.

I am cozy in here. Here in my cave.

A bear needs his sleep. Springtime can wait!

I know all those flowers are rising from the ground.

The leaves are filling the branches above.

The grass is getting greener. The sun is getting warmer.

I get it.

But I’m NOT getting up.

I smell all the crocuses.

And the daffodils too.

The days are getting longer.

Yes, it’s true.

But I’m staying right here. Here in my cave.

I’m definitely NOT getting up.

I hear those spring babies frolicking about.

Robins are pulling up worms from the earth.

I hear all those bees buzzing around.

Buzzing and buzzing…

Getting ready to make honey…

Honey!

WAIT!

I’m up!

Vanessa Konoval

4/1/2022 06:42:00 pm

Bahahaha. I identify with this bear.

Pippa Chorley link

4/2/2022 01:00:41 am

Love this fun spin on the hibernation theme - super idea!

Anne Lipton

4/2/2022 11:45:24 am

I love your hilarious hibernation tale with a delicious twist!

Mary Catherine Amadu

4/2/2022 06:34:33 pm

I love the way you ended this story. I think many a reader will empathize with this bear.

Beth Holladay

4/3/2022 11:06:28 am

Very cute and relatable, haha

Penelope McNally link

4/6/2022 11:32:01 am

I love your descriptions. I felt like I could smell and hear Spring too!

Kirsten Bock link

4/1/2022 02:16:09 pm

https://giphy.com/gifs/sandiegozoo-funny-happy-3o7aD1VCHDq5O5fJ1S

OH, OKAPI
By Kirsten Bock

Oh dear. Okapi,
why must you copy
those around you?
The horns on your crown
and tongue that flops down
belong to Giraffe.
And, just to be clear,
those stripes on your rear,
are definitely Zebra’s.
Your hoof, split in two,
is quite like a shoe
I’ve seen before.
Oh deer, Okapi.
But you’re not a deer.
So, no copying here.
Just be yourself.
What?
You are?
Huh…
Your horns, stripes, and feet,
help make you complete?
Well, that’s true…
And springtime each year
More ‘kapis appear
But different.
There’s none, young or old
with your precise mold.
You’re you!
You aren’t a copy.
Oh! Dear Okapi.

Vanessa Konoval

4/1/2022 06:43:10 pm

Love the wordplay and message!

Anne Lipton

4/2/2022 12:47:49 pm

Outstanding ode to the Okapi!

Mary Catherine Amadu

4/2/2022 06:36:27 pm

I love the word play and the message!

Hannah Lapehn link

4/1/2022 03:04:58 pm

https://media.giphy.com/media/54WycskplA1OlPc5cd/giphy.gif

SHEBOYGAN OR BUST

I’m NOT going to Wisconsin for Spring Break.
My whole family might be going…
But no. Not me.
Let me tell you why. First of all, it’s Wisconsin. And second of all, it’s WIS-CON-SIN.
Seriously, who goes there? Everyone else in the sixth grade is headed somewhere normal, like Orlando. But not the Brassard family. WE take the path less traveled. We’re “adventurers”.
Mom keeps saying, “Sheboygan’s not what you think, Liz. You’ll see when we get there.”
HA! How can there be anything cool in a city called Sheboygan? It doesn’t matter anyway, because I’m not going.

Ding-dong.

“I’ll get it!” my big brother shouts. “It’s Austin.”
Umm. Did he just say…Austin?

Yes! There he is…with his sparkly eyes and flirty smile and…duffel bag?
Oh. My. Gosh. Austin’s coming with us!
“Hey, Lizzy,” he says. “You siked for the trip?”
“Me? Oh, definitely. I just LOVE Wisconsin.”

Christina Shawn link

4/2/2022 10:34:27 am

Oh I love Lizzy. Such a fun (and realistic) story!

Mary

4/1/2022 03:53:39 pm

https://tenor.com/qXJF.gif
(Gif of a sheep among peeps)

Pink peeps, blue peeps, and yellow peeps galore,
but only ONE sheep. Not a sheep or two more.

Covered in crystals, lay the peeps all in a line.
Waiting, just waiting, for their time to shine.

Peeps grabbed off the shelves, one by one,
Yet the sheep sat untouched, ‘til the day was near done.

Finally a kid ran up, “Hey, Mom! Look, a sheep!”
Mom said to him, “I see that. But we’re here to buy some peeps.”

Finally the sheep screamed out, “AM I NOT ENOUGH?!”
“I may not be colorful, but I redeem myself in fluff!”

In that instant, he saw the boy take a bite…
The peeps were nothing to envy!

He realized the peeps were just food,
No wonder they weren’t very friendly.

Realizing his own potential,
The sheep finally left the store.

He chose himself from that shelf,
Waiting on no one, no more.

Shinetra Sanders

4/1/2022 06:51:03 pm

GIF Link:
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SPRING BEE (150 words)

“Wake up! Wake up! Makayla dear,”
Mom exclaimed with lots of cheer.
Just out the window, I happily see -
A pretty yellow and white daisy.
And right in the center, there’s Spring Bee!

Every year around this time,
Spring Bee becomes a friend of mine.
Wondering what we’ll do today -
I eat, get dressed, and put on bug spray.
Kiss mom goodbye, and out to play.

“Buzz, Bizz, Buzz,” Spring Bee calls to me.
My tiny friend is flying around a tree.
I wave to him a big hello.
He twists his tiny wings and flies to me below.
He flies, I skip, and we go.

We sniff mama’s tulips, “Hmmm they smell so sweet!
We sit for a bit and share a banana treat.
His wing taps me softly - I’m it!
I almost had him, but he lickety-split!!
Then mama calls, “Makayla, it’s supper in just a bit”.

Marla Yablon

4/1/2022 08:20:36 pm

https://tenor.com/view/happy-easter-easter-egg-egg-chase-cute-rabbit-gif-16849355

Think Like a Bunny
145 words
It’s Easter morning – time to find some eggs! To find eggs, you have to think like a bunny. Where would a bunny hide an egg? Bunnies are short, so we need to look in low places. There’s one – in between the tulips! And another behind that clump of grass! I see one under the rose bush and one at the base of the palm tree.
There are more in the hedge and in the rocks around the pond. I found one in the watering can. Only a few more to go! What’s that one doing up in the orange tree? That’s too high for a bunny to reach! There’s another one too high. What were they thinking?
Only one more! Where could it be? I’ve looked everywhere! What bunny would put an egg in the fuse box? I’ll be doing the hiding next year.

Halsey, Kathy

4/2/2022 06:05:13 am

Hi Team Spring Fling,
My GIF was also custom created by my CP, an author-illustrator. Here is the link to her work, and mine is the colorful blue bunny. https://www.mariettaapollonio.com/illustration

Mary Catherine Amadu

4/2/2022 07:40:48 am

SMELLS LIKE SPRING
By: Mary Catherine Amadu
Word Count: 150
GIF Link: https://media.giphy.com/media/ePpVHgBJcfwDC/giphy.gif

Poppy Skunk emerged from her burrow,
inhaled,
and practically fainted.

“PEE-EW! What’s that smell?”

She wandered away,
but the stench followed.

Dog was doing his business nearby.
“Are YOU making that smell?” Poppy asked.

“Not me,” Dog replied.
“My business smells so lovely
humans bag it for home.”

Dog sniffed. “PEE-EW! What’s that smell?”

They tried to escape,
but the stench followed.

Soon they spotted Cow, depositing manure.
“Are YOU making that smell?” Poppy asked.

“Not me,” Cow responded.
“My manure smells lovely.
Humans store it with flowers.”

Cow sniffed. “PEE-EW! What’s that?”

The animals hurried away,
but the stench followed.

EVERYWHERE.

Dog and Cow eyed Poppy.

“It’s not me…” Poppy protested.

Suddenly, Poppy froze
in scaredy skunk position.

“Something’s on my back!” she shrieked.
“Get it off!”

But her friends had hightailed it out of there.
They never saw Stink Bug hop off Poppy,
muttering…

“PEE-EW! Smells like spring.”

Mary Catherine Amadu

4/2/2022 07:44:06 am

Giant thank you to Ciara, Kaitlyn, prize donors, and to all participating writers. This contest has already been so much fun. Can't wait to read all your fabulous stories!

MeiLin Chan

4/2/2022 09:40:50 am

Self-created GIF:
https://media.giphy.com/media/82Ep40CZ2D2Okenfyq/giphy.gif

Cheers for Asparagus Spears
By MeiLin Chan
145 words

Springtime in Germany is asparagus season,
when white asparagus is in every dish.
Everyone cheers for the ivory spears.

Except for Argus.

When everyone cheers for asparagus soup,
he doubts.

When everyone cheers for asparagus tart,
he pouts.

When everyone cheers for asparagus salad,
he shouts,

“No asparagus for Argus!”

But he loves spaghetti, so Papa adds strips of asparagus to the sauce.

“Not bad…” says Argus.

And he loves pizza, so Mama sprinkles slivers of asparagus on top.

“Better than it looks…” says Argus.

And he loves potatoes, so Oma mixes pea-sized pieces of asparagus into her potato dumplings.

“This is good!” says Argus.

Day after day through April and May, he tries more asparagus.

By June, he wants asparagus…

in soup,
in tart,
and in salad.

When asparagus season ends in late June,
everyone cheers for asparagus spears.
Among the loudest is Argus.

Colleen Dougherty link

4/3/2022 12:17:10 pm

I wish I would have had this tip when my kids were young! Never too late to stick some asparagus in their food! Nice story, MeiLin!

Anne Lipton

4/2/2022 10:47:05 am

If Spring Were a Pony
by Anne Lipton
142 words
GIF @pbsnature: https://media.giphy.com/media/Zy7UoZEAeWtkXCXOtr/giphy.gif

If Spring were a pony, it would be born to March,
parading its colors beneath rainbow arch.

If Spring were a pony, it would be Winter’s foal,
ice milk imparting a snow angel’s soul.

If Spring were a pony, it would curl with its mare,
then hop to its hooves like some skittish hare.

If Spring were a pony, it would prance on all fours,
shaking off reins—and the rain, when it pours.

If Spring were a pony, it would gallop green hills,
nuzzling bright bluebells and gold daffodils.

If Spring were a pony, it would race like a dream,
guiding King salmon from ocean to stream.

If Spring were a pony, it would grow a moss mane,
braided with blossoms, and crowned by wolfsbane.

If Spring were a pony, it would stampede the skies,
stirring up cloudbursts of dusk butterflies.

Vanessa Konoval

4/2/2022 08:37:12 pm

Beautiful!!

Anne Lipton

4/3/2022 11:04:06 am

Thanks, Vanessa!

Stephanie Owen

4/2/2022 02:14:53 pm

“Oh my gosh! A spring snow burst!”

“Are you sure? It’s April first.”

“You should play out in the snow.
Grab your stuff before you go.”

“Okay, thanks… What stuff is that?”

“Your gloves and boots, your scarf and hat.”

“Right, okay. So where’s my glove?”

“In the closet, up above.”

“I found it, but it doesn’t fit.”

“You could wear this oven mitt.”

“Can’t find my boots.”

“So how ‘bout Crocs?
You’ll need to wear twelve pairs of socks.”

“Where’s my scarf that has a star?”

“I think you left it in Dad’s car.
You could use these tights instead.
Just keep them wrapped around your head.”

“I think I’m set… No… Where’s my hat?"

“Your sister gave it to the cat.
Use the one that has a bow.”

“Alright, I’m ready for the snow!
Wait…there is no snow out here!!
Why did I wear all this gear?!”

“April fools!”

Vanessa Konoval

4/2/2022 08:37:56 pm

Hehehehehe! Well done!

Gina Smith

4/2/2022 05:31:48 pm

https://dribbble.com/shots/2179452--ute-stump

“Why do you fly to me?” asked Stump.
“I am a tree no more.
No longer have I any limbs
On which to explore.”

“Nowhere for you to build your nest,
No leaves to hide your home.
No longer will I bud in Spring,
I am just Stump, alone.”

“Stump! You’re not alone,” squawked Bird.
Change is hard, I know.
Although it seems you’ve changed outside,
Friends will still come and grow.”

Stump waited through the winter snow.
Stump shivered through the cold.
“I’m not me if I’m not a tree.
I’m just Stump – flat and old!”

As quickly as Old Winter came,
Sun warmed the cold away.
Then Stump heard voices from above.
“Hello! What did you say?”

“Umm...excuse me!” Stump called out.
“Why are you on my head?”
“We’re the Flowers! May we stay?
You’re the perfect flower bed!”

Andi Chitty

4/2/2022 05:55:52 pm

Such a fun contest, all the entries have put me in the perfect mood for Spring's arrival! If only it would warm up in VA😂 Happy Spring, ya'll!!

Spring in Virginia
by Andi Chitty

The entrance of Spring is a show!
As daffodils blossom and grow.
The birds sing a song, and we all sing along.
Happiness! Heat! And then…snow.

Yes, Winter is bad at “goodbyes”.
You think she is gone, but SURPRISE!
With a burst of cold breeze, and frost on the trees,
She pretends to be Spring, in disguise.

You’d think we’d expect this each year
(not pack up our warm winter gear).
We shiver, confused and in shock, unamused,
Complaining, in clothing too sheer.

Poor Spring has to put up a fight
When Winter turns everything white.
Yes, Winter is neat, but so is the heat!
And I’m not a big fan of frostbite.

Dear Winter, I do love to play
With my neighborhood friends on snow days.
I don’t mean to be stern, but you’ve had your turn.
Let Spring in, and please…

GO AWAY!

Andi Chitty

4/2/2022 06:07:30 pm

And my gif! Created by the wonderful Allison Strick

https://giphy.com/gifs/spring-snow-early-daffodil-blooming-RWFS1BdWivzsJeXrMu

Anne Lipton

4/2/2022 08:38:50 pm

I love your hilarious Spring redux with outstanding meter and rhyme!

Andi Chitty

4/3/2022 06:52:12 pm

Thank you so much!!

Vanessa Kay

4/2/2022 08:39:38 pm

Terrific use of the limerick form, and I love that line "Winter is bad at good-byes"! :D

Andi Chitty

4/3/2022 06:52:42 pm

I'm so glad you liked it, thank you!!

Natalie Cohn

4/2/2022 06:10:25 pm

For the gif that I chose, you have to scroll down a little, and I think it's the second one on the site.
https://www.behance.net/gallery/94888715/Spring-gifs

The one with the house and vines coming down it and a woman walking to the door.

Claire W Bobrow link

4/2/2022 06:51:38 pm

https://media.giphy.com/media/SivyNvPaKYqeQ/giphy.gif

A Thousand Questions
by Claire Bobrow
150 words

Baby Bear had a thousand questions.
Why are my ears so fuzzy?
What is Spring?
When will it come?

Mama Bear did her best to answer.
She was very tired.
But a tickle at the tip of her nose,
and a rumble deep in her belly,
told her change was in the air.

How do bees make honey?
Where do huckleberries grow?
Baby Bear yawned and snuggled close.

You will see, said Mama.
When? said Baby Bear.
He sucked a paw,
and sneezed.

Mama smiled.
Be patient.
Spring is almost here.
I can feel it.

Then she sang him a song,
low and sweet,
like the sound of a stream.

Baby Bear drifted to sleep...
drip drip,
drip drip.
Something tickled.

Mama woke him with a kiss.
It’s time!
Baby Bear blinked.
He poked his head outside,
took one deep sniff,
then bounded into Springtime.
He had a thousand questions...

Jennifer Broedel link

4/2/2022 07:20:59 pm

Thanks so much for this delightful challenge!

Here's my entry:

BUMBLE RUMBLE (150 words)
by Jennifer Broedel

April’s busy for a bee.
Buzz and Fuzz flit fast and free.
All they think of is their mission…
Sip and zip past competition.
“Come on in, the nectar’s fine!”
“Want this blossom? Get in line.”
Spring is springing, fields are humming.
Wings are quick, and more are coming.
Buzz and Fuzz best feast with haste…
More drones drop in for a taste.
“Crocuses and daisies shine…”
“Want this bloom? Too bad, it’s mine!”
Flower-hopping, pollen-crusted,
workers see each bud is dusted.
Diligent, they dip and dive,
taking treasure to the hive.
…All except for Buzz and Fuzz,
slow to take off home because
they cannot dip another sip
or launch into that daunting trip.
Snug as bugs, they hug and huddle,
curled up cutely in a cuddle.
Cozy, dozing, snoozing, hazy,
Buzz and Fuzz are plumply lazy.
“My, this hyacinth is soft!”
“This one’s mine, Fuzz. Now, buzz off!”

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Elizabeth Dimitrova

4/2/2022 07:41:47 pm

The Sleeping Tulip Bulb
by Elizabeth Dimitrova
142 words
gif link: https://giphy.com/gifs/vidadstudio-3ornjSEwGj8X7PSx0s

Below the surface buried deep
a tulip bulb was fast asleep.
For months on end he lay around
in safety sheltered underground
to slowly grow his roots and hide
from winter storms that raged outside.
He staunchly counted day by day
when winter cold would go away.
And soon enough from overhead
approaching warmth began to spread.
At once the bulb transformed and shot
his tiny leaves to reach the top.
Through melting snow and sticky mud
his freshly nourished flower bud
emerged, extended, and uncurled
to greet the newly wakened world.
The tulip bud was greeted back
by peepers’ chirp and heron’s clack.
He heard a swallow’s courtship song.
A flock of robins sang along.
He felt the stroke of gentle breeze
and tickling feet of hungry bees.
Content, he stretched to reach the sun.
The joys of springtime have begun.

Donna Kurtz

4/2/2022 08:31:54 pm

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[The gif reminded me of my own mischievous dogs.]

Fluff Knows Best!
Donna Kurtz
150 words

“Fluff, let me finish brushing you. We’ll crush Monica and her white poodle Gigi at today’s Spring-Fashion Dog Show.”

Squirming off my lap, Fluff charges into our garden.

“Noo!”

Fluff tears through the lilacs then rolls in Mom’s pink daisies.

“Agghh!”

We wrestle. Petals fly like confetti, sticking to us.

Tail wagging--

SLURP!

—Fluff kisses my face.

“We’re flower-covered messes—there goes our blue ribbon!”

Beep!

“Noo—my watch alarm!” I sigh. “Let’s go lose.”

At the show--

“Monica in her lamb’s-wool beret and Gigi look awesome.”

Flower-petal-covered Fluff springs like a kangaroo as we parade across the arena.

The goggle-eyed audience gasps.

“We’re flopping big-time, Fluff.”

Award presentations--

“Second Place goes to Monica and Gigi.”

“How weird, Fluff. Who’s first?”

The judge raises the blue ribbon. “For their spectacular spring-flower-garden fashions, the winners are—Lisa and Fluff!”

Scooping up Fluff, I hug her.

“Clever girl—you planned this!”

SLURP!

Paul Kurtz

4/2/2022 08:36:19 pm

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[This story is inspired by a spring trip I took to Yellowstone National Park.]

IT’S SPRING!
Paul Kurtz
150 words

“Snort!”

Buford Buffalo sniffs a yellow daffodil.

“De-lightful!”

He frolics through flower-carpeted meadows.

“I love spring!”

Sunshine beats down on him.

“Gosh, it’s warm.”

Other buffalos amble by.

“Their winter coats are shedding. Why isn’t mine?”

Buford feels hotter.

“Enough!”

He gallops into town and spots a spinning red-and-white barber pole.

“My answer!”

Buford lumbers into the shop.

The barber and customers shriek--

“EEE-YAHH!”

“RUN! RUN!”

The shop empties.

Sighing, Buford wanders down the road.

Snipp!—Snippity!—Snipp!

A woman trims a hedge with big clippers.

“That’s what I need!”

Buford lifts his head--

“SNNORTT!”

The woman gasps. “Uh-oh.”

Buford tugs his fur with his teeth.

“Oh, you need a trim.”

Snipp!—Snippity!—Snipp!

The pile of hair grows taller than Buford.

“Finished!”

“SNNORTT!”

“You’re very welcome. I’ll weave two cozy winter blankets with this.”

Buford charges to the meadow.

“Forget winter—”

He rolls in wildflowers.

“—IT’S SPRING!”

Tiffany Kirtley link

4/2/2022 10:37:43 pm

Spring Sprung
By: Tiffany Kirtley

Do I like spring? Of course, I do!
And cats, and dogs, and babies do, too!

You can push them down, and they will rebound.
They boing, and they sproing, and they make funny sounds.

They stop our doors, and slink down the stairs.
They help our pogo sticks bounce in the air.

Our trampoline works with the help of some springs.
They really are such spectacular things!

Springs are considered a ‘simple machine’
Like levers, and pulleys, and things in between.

A ‘simple machine’ has few or no moving parts.
They help you use less force to make movement start.

When you squish or stretch springs, energy is stored.
Let go, it releases, and their shape is restored!

And springs are amazing for another reason–
Wait, what was that? Oh, you meant the season!

Mary Beth Rice

4/3/2022 03:03:11 am

UGH-I do not have my blog kid lit ready yet! This is my 150 word story inspired by my little sis who has Down's syndrome. I love reading all the entries posted here! Thanks for creating this fun spring writing contest! Happy Spring!

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RUBY'S SUN-SHOWER ROMP

Storms scared Ruby.
Her almond eyes grew wide. Her heart raced when dark skies and thunder were near.
Today, rain poured from a sunny sky?!
“A sun-shower! Perfect for puddle-jumping,” exclaimed her brother, Jack.
Ruby’s thick tongue caught in her throat.
“B-b-big Boomies?” she stuttered.
Jack took Ruby’s hand. “Not today, Ruby.”
Ruby looked up. Sunshine slipped through clouds. Moist air smelled earthy.
Jack’s hand stretched toward Ruby’s.
“It’s OK! Let’s give it a go!”
Ruby had to choose—Dance in puddles or watch from the porch.
Ruby searched the sky. No dark clouds. No big Boomies.
Jack’s hand promised.
Ruby took his hand—and a deep breath.
Splish!
Splosh!
Splash!
Smiles grew with each step and stomp. Ruby’s Sunshower Romp!
Coming in from the rain—another choice to make.
“Chocolate Chippers or sparkling Sugars?” asked Jack.
“B-b-both of each!” Ruby demanded.
Gobbling and Giggling—Ruby felt safe, loved...and BRAVE!

Cindy Greene

4/3/2022 08:14:13 am

This is so sweet - you give such a good sense of both hesitation and safety

Ashley Karges link

4/4/2022 10:23:05 am

Hello, Mary Beth! What a sweet story. I like that Ruby has choices to make. Sun showers are so fun. Good luck!

Cindy Greene

4/3/2022 07:55:35 am

Milo’s Lemon-aid Stand
By Cindy Greene
149 words
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Milo sipped lemonade by the television.
A steady stream of kids, clasping their mothers’ hands, walked, wearing blankets or carrying bags.
“Refugees,” explained Mama. “Forced to leave their homes.”
A boy stumbled.
“Look, Mama. That boy has the same coat as me.”
Mama nodded. “We live here and it’s safe. But if we lived there, that could be us.”

Milo watched as people, young and old, handed families food.
“If we lived there,” said Milo. “That could be us too.”
Mama nodded.
“Could we send money to buy food?” asked Milo.
“Great idea.”

Milo squeezed. Stirred. Measured. Mixed.
He set up.
People passed by.

Milo called out, softly at first, “Buy lemonade to help the refugees.”
Then louder.
Soon a trickle, then a steady stream of people came.
The pitchers emptied. The cash box filled.

Milo hoped the boy with the same coat would get more food – and lemonade.

Dina Towbin link

4/3/2022 08:06:24 am

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Spring Dancin'

Spring is here, there’s a song in the air.
Birds are a tweetin’, grass is a greenin’, sun is a shinin’, days are gettin’ brighter.

I can’t sit still, I have to move.
Goodbye winter chill, goodbye wooly hats and itchy gloves!
I’m puttin’ on my dancin’ shoes and gettin’ ready to groove!
It’s time to try out our coolest dance moves!

Shimmy and shake and move all around.
There’s a spring in my step, and a pitter, patter in my toes,
My arms are all jiggly, I feel all higgly-piggly!

With smiles all around, we are ready to rock.
School’s out for spring break, we’ll dance ‘round the clock!

Get movin’ my friends, it’s time for dancin’!
Prancin’, it’s entrancin’.

We’ll boogie ‘til dinner when we get called inside,
Time for sweet dreams, no more dancin’ by the bedside.

Elenore Byrne

4/3/2022 08:56:07 am

Hopeful Blooms
144 words
GIF: https://c.tenor.com/PQzRr9HniWEAAAAC/spring-flower.gif

Through fields of dust and rubble,
the shoots begin to sprout,
ready for the Spring,
they gently lengthen out.

Their trumpets keen to open,
brighten and delight,
share their dainty petals
of lilac pink and white.

A shoot calls to his comrades,
“I feel the warm Spring breeze!”
Another shoot replies,
“But where are all the trees?”

“What about the butterflies?”
a shoot joins in unsure,
“Perhaps it isn’t Spring?”
“Perhaps we’re premature?”

The first shoot then replies,
“The sky is blue and clear.
It must be time for spring,
we’ve waited for a year.”

The shoots continue rising,
pushing through remains.
“Where’s our grassy meadow?”
a tiny shoot complains.

They reach their destination,
their radiance revealed,
and sway their petals freely,
upon the battlefield.

The soldiers in the rubble,
ponder from above …
Where springtime flowers bloom,
so too can hope and love?

Rachel Rizzuto

4/3/2022 09:59:49 am

“It happened again, Mom!” grumped Lu, unhooking Biscuit’s leash then stomping snow off her boots, “A man didn’t have a bag and left dog poop on the ground!”

Every year the Spring thaw revealed petrified piles, defiling the park across the street. This year, Lu would make a difference.

She grabbed her construction paper, uncapped a marker, and wrote in big block letters:

Join Lu’s Poo Crew!

Lu’s best friend, Farid, and Mom joined right away. Other members took longer to convince, but Lu made compelling points:

Dog poop takes a year to decompose!
Poop runoff pollutes the pond!
It’s gross!

The first morning of the thaw – rakes, trowels, and dust pans in hand – Lu’s Poo Crew mobilized.

Neighbors strolling by took notice, asked questions, and pitched in.

That night, happily curled up with Biscuit, Lu planned for Phase 2. She wrote in big block letters:

Join Lu’s Litter Getters!

Emily Keifer

4/3/2022 11:46:50 am

ACHOO
By Emily Keifer
Word Count: 142

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“Oh, Daddy! The tree is…PINK!”

“Yes, the tree is– ACHOO!”

“Not achoo, Daddy. PINK!”

Isabelle kicked off her shoes and twirled through the soft green grass.

“And FLOWERS!”

She swept her hand across the patch of clovers that proudly boasted tiny white buds.

“For you Daddy, smell them!”

Sniiiifff “ACHOO!”

“Let’s go inside.” Daddy said, swatting a small swarm of mosquitoes. “These bugs are-“

“WORMS! Look!”

Isabelle knelt next the dirt and giggled with delight as the worms scooched and squirmed.

“Oh Izzy, I think it’s starting to rain. We better go in the–“

“PUDDLE!”

Isabelle ran to a small sunken spot in the driveway and hopped and jumped and kicked and twirled until enough rain had fallen for her to SPLASH.

“ACHOO!” Daddy responded, dripping from the rain shower. “UGH spring.”

Isabelle wailed gloriously, arms open to the sky, “OH SPRING!”

Colleen Dougherty link

4/3/2022 12:07:43 pm

Good Boys
By Colleen Dougherty
149 words
*GIF is two Golden Retrievers wearing Easter Bunny ears and are laying side by side surrounded by Easter eggs.

“What's with the bunny ears, Larry?”

“We’re getting another picture taken, Jerry.”

“Are we supposed to be Easter Bunnies? How great would that be!"

“What’s so great about that?”

"Carrots whenever we want, Larry.”

“Not a fan, Jerry.”

“Unlimited candy!”

“Cavities.”

“Hiding eggs, Larry!”

“In the dark, Jerry.”

Hmmm
Hmmm

“How long do we have to pose like this?”

“She said ‘stay’ so…”

hmmm
hmmm

“I'm glad we're dogs, Larry.”

“I agree, Jerry!”

“We sleep on the bed.”

“So cozy.”

“Endless belly scratches, Larry.”

“And kisses., Jerry."

“We never miss a meal.”

“Or table scraps.”

“Walks every day, Larry.”

“Dog park on weekends, Jerry.”

“They take wonderful care of us.”

“We’re part of the family!”

“I like doing nice things for them.”

“We’re good boys.”

“Look! The Poodles are out with their owners, Larry.”

“They see us, Jerry!”

“Get these bunny ears off of me.”

“Way ahead of you.”

Elizabeth Volkmann

4/3/2022 02:04:10 pm

Big Night: A Spotted Salamander's Migration Story

Roused by rain
drowsy with sleep
a salamander
stretches long
through tunneled earth,
nudges softened dirt aside
to rise
nose first, tail last
into a night
lit only
by spring moon spots
along her back,
weightless cargo
for an unmapped journey
over forest floors strewn
with last year’s leaves,
and rounded stones
molded with moss
until she arrives
at the edge of a pool
new and known
no longer alone
she becomes
one of many
eager
to dip and dive
beneath the chill
to lay and leave
a cluster of eggs
wrapped and wound
‘round landed limbs
and then to rise
nose first, tail last
ready to return
past pillowed stones
and flattened leaves
to the softened earth
of home
where full moon spots
light the dark
of tunneled terrain
through seasons warm
and seasons crisp
until next year’s rain
rouses and wakes
a drowsy salamander
all over again.

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@FableFiddler

4/4/2022 05:58:54 am

Lovely pacing.

Lori Sheroan link

4/3/2022 02:09:16 pm

Ciara and Kaitlyn, I'm excited to participate again this year in the Spring Fling contest! However, after I submitted my Google form, I realized I had a small error in the last line of my story. I corrected it on my site, which live updates; but I was unable to correct it on the Google form. The last line should read, "You're WELCOME, Salt. You are WELCOME." It changed my word count from 149 to 148. Thanks again!

Emma Pearl

4/3/2022 02:57:05 pm

Here is my story:

FLOWERS FOR UKRAINE

Spring was Rosa’s favorite time of year.
She loved to help Grandpa plant seeds and watch them grow.
Vegetables for eating.
Flowers for their beauty.
“Never forget the miracles to be found in nature,” Grandpa would say.

And each year, Rosa would plant her very own sunflower seeds.
They grew tallest of all. Even taller than Grandpa.

But this year, spring didn’t feel right.
There was too much sad, bad news.
War weighed heavy on Grandpa’s heart, even though it was far away.
And Rosa cried for the children who had to leave their homes.

They both needed cheering up.
So Rosa drew a page of hearts, colored them in, cut them out.
Yellow for joy.
Blue for peace.
She kissed each one and planted them with her seeds.

And when the sunflowers grew – taller than Grandpa – their yellow-blue petals looked like flags.
“Nature’s miracles,” whispered Grandpa.
“Peaceflowers,” smiled Rosa.

Kamilla link

4/4/2022 10:21:57 am

Beautiful! Thank you for this story of connection

susan Twiggs link

4/3/2022 03:20:59 pm

My Gif is: <iframe src="https://giphy.com/embed/Pj1MsQOYeRD4O9gITm" width="480" height="270" frameBorder="0" class="giphy-embed" allowFullScreen></iframe><p><a href="https://giphy.com/gifs/OceanaOrg-Pj1MsQOYeRD4O9gITm">via GIPHY</a></p> Whale Breaching

My story is:Josiah’s Spring Count

Josiah played in the Hawaiian bay. He breached, pushing up toward the sky.

Grandmother whale waited.

“You promised,” she called.

Josiah sighed. Grandmother used to do the spring count herself. Whales were hunted then. Since whaling was banned, she needed help.

First Josiah counted each whale. Too many.

He asked friends. They counted some twice and missed others.

He asked his sister. Like grandmother she enjoyed counting. But because it was spring, she nursed her hungry calf day and night.

What could he do? He counted the number of whale families. Whale pods have an average of five: a grandmother, two daughters and one calf. He gave each pod a sign once they were counted.

Josiah gave out 35 signs. He added 15 for the males who swam together.

Grandmother liked that he averaged pod size.

Josiah played with his friends—breaching high, ending with a noisy chin slap.

Julia Mosca

4/3/2022 05:04:51 pm

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SPRING ME INTO SUMMER
By Julia Finley Mosca

SPRING!
It’s here!!
It’s almost the best time of year…

Which is SUMMER!
HURRAY!!
But that’s three months away.
(What a bummer.)

So, anyway…
Spring.
I DO like the blooming…
The tulips and lilacs and daffodils, too.
Those long April showers
that bring us May flowers
that take us to June…

Which is SUMMER!!!!

Oh, how I loooovvvvve Summer.

I love SWIMMING and BOATING.
SAND CASTLES!
BARBECUES!
FISHING and FLOATING.

Waiting and waiting… and YANK! Got a BITE.
KaBOOM! Now we’re off for a FIREWORKS night.

Oh, right.
Back to Spring.

Spring…

Spring…

FORGET IT!
Spring’s great.
But I simply can’t wait…
for SUMMER!
So, let’s hit the pool.

Only 50 degrees?
Oh, Please!
Start the fun.
Mother Nature agrees.
Look!
She sent us the sun.

But wait…

Are you kidding???

A SNOWFLAKE??!!

NOT COOL.

“Back to Winter”
She laughs.
Then she shouts:

“APRIL FOOL!!”

Julia Mosca

4/3/2022 05:11:35 pm

Thank you SO much for these awesome contests to get the creativity flowing!! I wasn't planning to enter, but was inspired when running past the lake this weekend in my winter gear. ENOUGH ALREADY, Winter!! Loving all these AMAZING entries :-) Happy Spring!

Sarah

4/3/2022 05:54:34 pm

Bippity, Boppity… CRASH… BOOM!
WC: 149

It’s sunny, it’s warm, it’s green, it’s SPRING!

Everyone shakes off their winter blues and busts a move at the yearly Spring Fling!

Except…

My wiggle jiggles.

My shimmy and shake wobbles then bobbles.

And when I bounce to the beat --

Bippity, Boppity… CRASH… BOOM!

I flop to my face, without a trace of grace.

To the side of the floor, I go. It’s where I belong.

But wait!

A crowd gathers ‘round chanting and cheering and calling her name.

Bugsy staggers and stumbles and bumbles about.

She’d surely win Most Clumsy Hare, but she’s having much too fun to care!

My foot tips-taps. My fingers snip-snap. My heart pitter-patters to the beat.

If Bugsy can do it, I can too!

Together we hip and hop, spring and fling, rattle and roll.

I find my groove until…

Bippity, Boppity… CRASH… BOOM!

I bounce to my feet and carry on!

GIF link:
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Nura Amina Ali

4/3/2022 07:14:05 pm

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A Ramadan Celebration in Spring
(128 words)

We inhale the smell of
Warm chocolate sugar cookies
Shaped like
Galloping camels,
Glowing lanterns,
Shining crescents,
Mosques and stars.

Ramadan awakens our senses.

We dip the cookies in icing-
Grassy Green,
Rosy Pink,
Buttercup Yellow,
Sky Blue.
We sample the fudgy cookies
covered in shimmering sprinkles.

Ramadan preparations tantalize our tastebuds.

We colour the 14 letters of the greeting
Highlighted in shining dust.
We see glitter, crescents
and stars everywhere.

Ramadan dazzles our eyes.

The crescent moon is sighted.
We hug and give gifts to family and friends.
The sound of the adhaan is music to our ears.

For thirty days
We focus on Allah-
We pray,
We fast,
We give charity,
We read the Qur’an-
Ramadan awakens our soul.

Like Spring, Ramadan gives us life again.

Janice Woods

4/3/2022 08:00:17 pm

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Spring Dream

Birds scamper with squirrels across my rooftop.

Their soft footsteps make quick tap, tap, taps that reach down to my closet.

Against the cold wall, I notice the door rarely opens now.

Coats, boots, hats, and mittens are needed less and less.

It’s what I hoped for during those lonely winter days,

I am greeted by giggles, bare legs with sandals, and the aroma of sunscreen.

Snatched from the dusty, dark corner of my world and thrust into bright daylight, my rolled up sides are laid flat.

Silky fabric slips easily over wooden spars.

My long tail is untangled and knots are tightened.

Fresh scents and new grass burst from the cool earth.

The faint buzzes of creatures stirring from their slumber fill the air.

Embracing the soft fluttering breeze, I glide high near the clouds above.

Spring has finally arrived.

Oh, what joy it is to be a kite!

Janice Woods

4/3/2022 08:09:15 pm

Ciara and Kaitlyn, my Google Form cleared when I was submitting it and now I fear it has been sent twice. Argh! So sorry!
Thanks so much for this fun Spring Fling opportunity!

Diane Hanington

4/3/2022 09:43:40 pm

(Image of birdhouses in backyard)

Image per homestratosphere.com

Backyard Haven
By Diane Hanington WC-139

Snow has melted
Days warm and fair
Buds are blooming
Spring’s in the air

Birds are calling
They gather outside
A backyard haven
Is what I’ll provide

Houses to build
Rainbow colors to spray
Place to nest
I hope they’ll stay

Hammer my thumb
That really does sting
Splatter the paint
On everything

Hang houses up
On branches low
Putting on such
A pretty show

Through the yard
I take a stroll
Place houses on
Each wooden pole

Birdbaths come next
All shapes and size
Bucket’s too full
That was not wise

Dragging the bucket
I splash my shoes wet
Stumbling, I lift it
Clothes soaked, yup you bet

Watching the birds
They’re ready to nest
Check out the houses
I welcome each guest

Backyard Bird Haven
Many birds here today
Nesting and bathing
I’m so glad they’ll stay

Sherri T. Mercer

4/3/2022 10:03:52 pm

If You Want To See Spring
By Sherri T. Mercer
129 Words

If you want to see Spring,
take a walk,
a morning walk.
Shhhhhhhh! listen to the whispers of the wind as He gently breathes life into his sleeping friends.
Wake up
bumblebee and snail.
Come out
chipmunk and bear.
Shake a leg
rabbit and frog.
If you want to see Spring,
watch the rising sun as His rays gently shake the buried seeds.
Time to sprout, time to grow.
Time to come from down below.
If you want to see Spring,
look closely.
Spring slowly melts the snow away and quietly extends the time of day.
If you want to see Spring, stop, look, and listen, too .
See Him paint our once cold world;
He’ll make it look brand new.
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@FableFiddler kellie tune

4/4/2022 06:12:41 am

Miss Mary [Botanary] Jungle Fairy

117 words
Gif: https://giphy.com/gifs/glow-chemicalsister-illumation-Ss5SZN6nWULn5GBYF6

Miss Mary Botanary
cared for her veggie plot.
Preparing for the spring,
each seed went in its slot.

Miss Mary Botanary
tried planting bulbs and seeds.
She fed them dung and dew,
but all that grew were weeds.

She used the weeds to make
a smelly compost soup.
So when the weeds grew thick,
she needed to regroup.

She tried to dig them up,
she yanked, and pulled, and heaved.
And when the weeds regrew,
Miss Mary felt aggrieved.

Miss Mary Botanary
replaced the weedy soil.
So when the weeds returned
now sick of endless toil...

Miss Mary [Botanary] Jungle Fairy
surrendered, reconciled.
And now she loves her plot
where all the weeds grow wild.

[Formatting: Words in brackets were meant to be struck through]

Frances

4/4/2022 06:59:07 am

Hello! I submitted my story yesterday but also wanted to share it here!

The Bee and the Lilies
By Frances Morales

149 words

The bee needed the lilies.
And so did I.

Every time I got close, it’d zoom by and scare me.
BUZZ
BUZZ

“I know you’re hungry. There are more flowers over there. See?”
But the bee liked the lilies, just like mom.

Shoo! Shoo! I said. But it was quite persistent, so I waited.

The bee seemed to enjoy my company, so I lay down on the grass, and it flew over me for some time.

When the bee buzzed away, I carefully cut the lilies and made a beautiful bouquet.

My mom’s flowers needed changing.
She’s watching me from heaven.

As tears rolled down my cheek, a bee settled on the lilies.
“You again!” I said.

This time I wasn’t scared, so I stretched my arm and let it sit on my hand.

I looked at it and smiled, and thanked my mom for always watching over me.

Ashley

4/4/2022 10:13:21 am

Sweet ending, Frances :)

Frances

4/4/2022 10:17:59 am

Thank you, Ashley! :)

Ashley Karges link

4/4/2022 10:09:55 am

Thank you, Ciara and Kaitlyn, for this fun and wonderful opportunity!

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POOF'S PICKLE by Ashley Karges

Hi! I’m Poof. So glad you’re here. I’m in a bit of a pickle. I could use your help. You see, I’m an indoor pup. King of my indoor domain. Living room couch? Mine. Every bed in the house? Claimed ‘em. Kitchen rug? Sunny window spot? All conquered. Yes, indoors I rule. I reign. My pickle? It’s time to go outside. And that’s not my favorite place. Can you help me muster the courage by counting with me to three? I know once I get through that door, nothing will hold me back from reaching my grassy destination on this beautiful spring day. I just need a little push to get there. So, you’ll help? Terrific! I’m ready when you are. Here we go. One… two… three! I’m bursting through! Nothing will stop me…! Uh oh. WHOOSH!

Carmen Castillo Gilbert, PhD

4/4/2022 12:52:32 pm

Gif Link: giphy.com/search/Feliz-Dia-de-las-Madres by Maria Jose Guzman
A Mother’s Day Gift forMami
By Carmen Castillo Gilbert
140 words

What will I give Mami for Mother’s Day?
I wanted to give her a necklace.
But Papi is already giving her a pearl collar.
What about flowers?
No, Abuela, Papi’s Mami, is giving her a bouquet of flores.
Some candy? The kind we both like?
My sister, Rosa, says she’s giving Mami caramelos.
A picture-book?
My brother, José, is already giving her un libro.
A plant?
Nope, Mami’s sister, Tía María, says she’ll give her una planta.
A card?
Mami’s friend, señora Luisa says she’s giving Mami una tarjeta.
Un collar, flores, caramelos, un libro, una planta, una tarjeta?
What else can a kid give her Mami on Mother’s Day?
Hmm…
What do I see?
Aha! Wrapping paper.
Snip! Snip! Snip!
Holes for my head and arms. Also, a red ribbon around my waist!
See?
My gift is ... ME!

Natslie

4/12/2022 04:42:07 am

Winter’s finally gone.
Squeezed between houses, I sit and wait.
Their doors are dark in shambles.
Mine is not, but a cherry blossom of warmth.
I stand tall.

The neighbors tower over me even though I’m small.
That doesn’t bother me.
I still stand tall.

Vines slither down my rooftop and cover me in lavender.
As I greet people with the most beautiful of spring flowers.
I shine way too much for some, but that’s ok.
I stand tall.

My owner cherishes me because I’m unique….
and even though I might not fit in on this block….
I still stand tall

Cathy Stenquist link

4/15/2022 05:32:41 am

Hi Ciara, Checking in to see when it will be announcing the winners of the spring fling writing contest. Hope I didn’t miss it :-) thank you so much for running this it was a great opportunity.

Shinetra Sanders

5/2/2022 06:11:33 pm

Hi Ciara,
I was just checking in to see if the winners of the Spring Fling writing contest has been announced and where can we see them posted?
Thank you

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Ciara O'Neal is a Librarian, a recovering donut-holic, and a twin.

She is also the author of Flamingo Hugs Aren't For Everyone, The Story of Leonardo Da Vinci and The Truth About Life as a Pro Gamer.

Does a clumsy flamingo sound like the book for you? Check out Flamingo Hugs by clicking here.

When Ciara grows up, she wants to be a professional pun provider or picture book personal shopper.

If neither of those professions pan out, she wants to continue a career as a full time author!

Look for more books to come soon!

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