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End your story with a character standing in the rain.

Posted in Angst on Oct 25, 2022

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“Runaway Train” by Sharon Williams

Submitted to Contest #112

Bob had been planning his escape for several days. He was gagging for a drink, and had to have one. He’d tried all his usual ploys: wheedling with staff, offering other patients’ visitors money if they would bring him a few tins in next time they came, and begging people who were being discharged to pop back and see him with a ‘little bottle of something’. All to no avail. He’d been in here for a fortnight now, and was getting desperate. The craving for that heady buzz of euphoria, followed by a blurring of reality where everyone was your fr...

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“Strip to Sewer: Three Tales of One City” by Maureen MacLennan

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Strip to Sewer: Three Tales of One City He could feel the warm metal grates against his back, it was mid-December in Las Vegas and the sun refused to stop shining. It was noticeably cooler now than it was just last month but the sun still shone. He turned his head to look down at the highway and the continual stream of traffic, another thing that refused to stop he mused. In front of him were walking examples of wealth. Their clothes screamed it, as did their wallets and purses. The blind self-assurance of most tourists was mind blowing to...

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“It's Just Dirt” by Ann Allen

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                                   It’s Just Dirt Dust boiled up.   I always wondered who first started using that descriptor. It’s a good one. I squatted in the shade of a mesquite tree, and watched that proverbial dust boil up as the cattle, my cattle, stirred about in the shipping pens. Twenty-six head, on their way to the feed lot, and eventua...

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“The Storm” by Kristen West

Submitted to Contest #112

I raise my face to the sky as the icy rain plunges to the ground. I close my eyes and revel in the cold shower, feeling the water droplets seeping into my blouse. The shirt soon clings to me in a frigid embrace and I raise my hands to catch any errant drops.  I wish to be soaked, cleansed of all of my sins and all of his.  My last sight of him was in his doorway, illuminated by the shockingly violent flash of lightning.  I pray for the rain to erase the memory, to erode the loose gravel images of our last months to...

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“The Winter's Song” by V M

Submitted to Contest #112

Through the thick winter fog, a man appeared. He was lost, and on a long journey home. The icy wind pushed him back and forth, as if he was a tree, softly swaying in the arctic breeze. He pressed on through the rain and snow, his large brown overcoat weighing his shoulders down. He carried a small sack in his gloved hands. Small silver bells hanging from the sack rang out as he trekked through the endless storm. The man’s boots crunched through the frost on the ground, and he finally stopped and rested on a snow covered stone. Above hi...

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“Gran's Argument Swayed Me” by Valerie Preston

Submitted to Contest #112

 I think it was my parents who put me off marriage.  When there doesn’t seem to be any love between your parents, actually that’s not strictly true – I think in a rather macabre way they did love each other. They just weren’t happy. Fights and arguments were a normal part of growing up in my family home. Nothing physical I might add – (not for lack of trying on my mums part but she just wasn’t a very good aim) - the verbal and emotional stuff was enough. A recurring disagreement was the lack of money for the lifestyle my mother wan...

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“When It Rains, It Pours” by Mari McKenney

Submitted to Contest #112

     The smell of autumn filled Memphis’ nose as he ran around the football field. “Come on boys, pick up the speed.” A coach yelled at them. Memphis gained his speed a little while thinking about how he hoped the football season to go. The boys ran around for a bit and a coach blew his whistle and the boys started their walk towards the coaches. The coaches started their daily speeches, while the boys were awaiting the lineup for the season. Memphis felt he did pretty good but he just knew he didn’t beat Zion Willia...

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“SIGNS, SIGNS EVERYWHERE A SIGN” by Rodrigo Juatco

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Her name is Abigail, the most exciting and desirable woman Tim has ever known. Abigail breezed into Tim’s marketing firm a little over 6 months ago as a 22 year old intern fresh out of college. With her swimsuit model appearance and vivacious personality, she quickly became the topic of ever office rumor. In short, every man wanted her and every woman hated her. Being the center of attention came naturally to Abigail. She shrugged off the office politics with a playful-nonchalance that made her even more irresistible.Tim was never a religiou...

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“Dream Small” by Karena G

Submitted to Contest #112

Day 453 of isolation. Thank God for Amazon, right? Well, for me, it’s always been this way. I don’t like people. Nope, that’s not it. I like the IDEA of people, but have always cowered from the anticipation of face-to-face communication. Get me on the phone and I’m stellar. Skype or Zoom, I’m a superstar. Messenger, FaceTime, email… you get it. I’m an artist – and that probably speaks volumes. I watch the news, the documentaries, and see that the masses are at their wit’s end. I’m the opposite. This pandemic is the best thing that’s ever...

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“The Gardener's Wife” by Tony Porter

Submitted to Contest #112

Once there was a gardener who made a vow to his wife that he would rip up all the wild honeysuckle to make picturesque paths under the grand maples, apples, oaks, and pines. He vowed to clear the garden beds of dandelions, thorny thistle, and rag weed, and replace them with roses, lilies, and irises in every color and variety. The gardener’s wife joined him at the beginning since she enjoyed beautiful things and being outside with her husband in the fresh air. The garden was coming along well and the couple enjoyed their work. They both sa...

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“The snake and the eagle” by Anna G

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Zinnah ran to her car at full speed. Her lungs burned more and more with each step on her gravel driveway. Her keys fumbled in her hands, she cursed whoever told her that having keychains would be fun and cute. She turned her head for a split second to see him: the man she knew, the man she loved, the man she was running away from. He was running at full speed towards her and with his long legs and track background, his dark silhouette was becoming closer.  “Please help me to understand Zinnah, what exactly have I done to deserve this...

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“The Interview” by Margrit Perrin

Submitted to Contest #112

The Interview The day had started so well. Enough sleep, new energy, sunshine blazing from a cloudless sky filtering through the still closed curtain. Yes, this is it. I will hack this. Ahead lay my interview with the oil related company. A Personal Assistant post had come up and my application, yes my application amongst 30 others, had been accepted. The invitation to the interview lay on the kitchen table, ready to be put into my bag on the way out. Whether this was a preliminary interview, it did not say. No matter, I was in. Here was...

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“The Porch Light ” by Maddie Zwinge

Submitted to Contest #112

“I just need a sign,” I spoke softly, afraid to wake the others. A breeze blew through my coat sending a shiver down my spine. I pulled my coat tighter around myself and took a cold breath. I looked up at the sky, rain clouds inching closer with every passing moment. I shut my eyes. The trees rustled as the familiar breeze returned, hugging me like a loving mother’s embrace. It sounded like a whistle. I chuckled at the thought.  A bird squawked and I could hear it push off a branch and fly away. For a moment I let my mind wander and im...

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“The Magic Inside” by Rory Morgan

Submitted to Contest #112

A long time ago there lived the Magei, a secret society of magic users who hid amongst the shadows. One of the magic users was Finn, princess of the Magei. Her power was said to be stronger than any other, but she could barely make a spoon float off the table. she felt ashamed that she couldn't use magic like others could. It didn't help that everyone looked to her as a Goddess and powerful sorceress. one day while wandering the outskirts, she came across a woman commanding the flowers to bloom. She was the most beautiful woman the princess ...

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“Answers ” by Kaylani Tucker

Submitted to Contest #112

With each step I take I feel more and more weight being bestowed upon me. This painstaking journey has brought me nothing but grief and disappointment. The fatigue I feel is like hammers bashing my head telling me I can’t, and I won’t find anything. I feel so deserted with no vegetation to comfort me. When I reach into my backpack I hope for some refreshing water, so when my hand clasps the lumpy bottle I am at ease. Since it’s a brand new water bottle, I twist the lid to hear the satisfying sound that is a mixture of both a crack and a pop....

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