#112: Come Rain or Shine
From melancholy to cathartic to Singing-in-the-Rain-style joyful, rain somehow feels different every time. What’s certain is that rain often forms the backdrop to many of our human dramas — so this week’s prompts invite you to step into that downpour and let it soak you to the bones.
This week's prompts
End your story with a character standing in the rain.
Angst – 103 stories
Write a story where it’s raining men, literally or metaphorically.
Valentine's Day – 24 stories
Write a story where something magical happens when it starts to rain.
Middle School – 54 stories
Write about a character driving in the rain.
Fall – 60 stories
“The Southern Penitentiary for Invisible Individuals” by Garrett Michael
CW: violenceHow we got here is unimportant. What matters is we are here. For now, at least.We deal with the reality like most of us deal with weight gain.I must have drunk a lot of water today.That extra weight is because I'm wearing pants on the scale.It's innocent enough, especially if it helps you live a less worried life.So when the clouds begin to come together in a beautiful and dark ensemble, the rain will come down, and people will disappear. A single drop of the Earth's ...
“Come In From the Rain” by Bonnie Jean
Annie Blithe stood in her doorway and squinted against the sharp light. The sun had reached that brief moment during sunset where it seemed to shine brightest. The moment right before it finally melted below the hills, extinguishing the day.She had been watching her husband Tom as he laboured. What had been a smouldering heap just days before, was beginning to resemble their barn again. She wished she could tell him how proud she was to have him, how constantly she thanked her god for sending her this man of strength and kindness i...
“Monsters” by Olivia Lake
“Mommy, I want to go home.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to swallow the scream building in my throat. "This is your home now, sweetie." Rosie crossed her arms. She had been a nightmare all morning, sliding around on the hardwood floor in socks and nothing else, barely dodging the buckets set out for the leaky roof. She was so delighted by my fruitless attempts to catch h...
“The Chase” by Michael Martin
The raindrops that collected between the arcing swipes of Beth’s windshield wipers blurred the lights on the four-lane highway; red lights from brakes and the traffic signal streaked across the dark glass. Her breaths were shallow and quick; her eyes danced back and forth between the car braking in front of her and the rearview mirror. The large Ram pickup was so close that its headlights only showed as an intense glow at the bottom of her rear window. She could even make out the silhouette of its driver.James. Her husband. ...
“Sun Shower” by Nana Ansah
TW: - brief mention of suicide- I’m in my room, trying my best to be an independent adult by finishing some things around the house when a heavy sound starts to fall around the outside walls of my small-town home in the middle of Boston. Surprised by the sudden shift, I go over to the only window in my room and peek out of the curtains in curiosity. It’s raining. And not just any ty...
“Rainy days and Mondays” by Francis Daisy
He was a small tight ball of flesh in the foyer. About the size of one of those beach balls that are tossed around concerts or sporting events. He wrapped his arms around his legs and tucked his head in between his knees and made himself as tiny and as invisible as he could. He tried to just disappear. When Mrs. Marva walked into the office the tension was high. “We have to get him on the bus,” from the secretary.“I don’t know how we’re going to get him on that bus,” said the aide.
“A Lack Of Vision” by Delia Strange
The wipers couldn’t keep up with the deluge. The sound of rain upon her car reminded Jen of the applause from a home game, the way it drowned out all other noise. She squinted through the glass at the blurry shapes beyond, unable to see painted lines or the curb on either side of the road.Ash thumbed through Tik Tok videos beside her; every so often Jen’s peripheral vision caught movement on the glowing screen in her sister’s hand.“Find something good?” Jen asked, elevating her voice so she could be heard.“You should ...
“(I) LUCKY MAN” by Mo Ferdause
Summer of 2021. A slither of beaming light is rising in the east, fighting its way against the darkness of the night. The smell of freshly baked bread is making my stomach growl. It must be around 6:30am now. The chirping sounds of the crickets have faded overnight. I want to sleep a little longer, but my stomach disagrees. Last time I ate something was yesterday around noon. How much sleep can you really get on an empty stomach? Pam, the owner of Tony's Bakery, is good to me. She leaves a bag of o...
“The Misdeeds of Annalise Eiseman” by Melissa Balick
Despite her best efforts, Annalise Eiseman has yet to find the right man, and it’s starting to really bother her.She’s 31, has a successful career, and she’s attractive, with golden brown hair that falls in waves down her back, naturally dark eyelashes, and oversized retro glasses that cover almost half her face. Yet, love slips by her like spring scents in the wind, settling instead among her coworkers, whose wedding invitations she unlocks from the mailbox in her lobby, even now that everything else has gone electronic...
“Little Red Raincoat” by Kenley Ellis
On the afternoon of my sixth birthday, the rain comes down hard and slow - just the way I like it. It patters against the window, comforting, as comforting as fingers on a typewriter, comforting like the beat of changements against the studio floor. My party inside is cozy. Mother and I sit by the fire. She’s the only guest, which is a title she earned by being my best friend. After all, it is us two from day one. Day on...
“A Storm is Coming” by Danny G
Thunder rumbled in the distance, reflecting my mood perfectly. It was morning but the clouds were so dark, so thick with rain that it felt more like dusk.The air was cold, the wind blew but it felt calm. Like it was walking on eggshells, trying not to disturb the fragility. Trying not to blow over buildings and cars and people. A storm is coming.I stood on the curb opposite the building where I work. It was a world full of colour with flashing neon lights and billboards advertising tv shows and cars and phones.&n...
“ONE RAINY NIGHT” by Alizah Muhammad
Disclaimer: content on depression, anxiety and suicidal thoughts. In the memory of and a tribute to the Japanese author, Osamu Dazai. “Aagh!! It’s raining again!” I repeated like a ritual every time it rained. “What?! Rain is beautiful and soothing… and romantic” My coworkers who happened to be a couple held hands and looked at each...
“What Happens in the Rain...” by JanetthePlanet 66
The driver, unaware that his wife is watching, is enjoying the dark silence of the journey, sees a few drops of water on the windscreen. It is the first rain of the wet season.The woman, woken by the growing whine of the car’s engine, turns her head to watch the driver. Corkscrewed for hours against the headrest, her neck muscles tighten in protest. She touches her cheek. It is damp with saliva and bears the imprinted scar of a pillow’s edge. Despite discomfort, it has been a deep sleep, and she guesses they may have travelled half...
“Under a Shattered Moon” by Eric Roulier
Smoky grey clouds loom, low and threatening in the sky above me. Drops of rain the size of quarters fall, thick and heavy. Crashing violently against the earthy green poncho covering my head and shoulders. With each step, thick, grimy mud grips my boots, nearly yanking them off my feet. A dense shroud of evergreen trees lined either side of the forest path I walked on, offering some protection from the harsh winds that swirled around. Still, even with the coniferous shields surrounding me, occasionally, a mighty gust would come at just th...
“Playing Catch Up” by Mackenzie Allen
Waking up to the sound of hunting dogs scratching at your door might sound a bit bad, understandably, but not when they're two stupid mutts names Chicken and Hammerhead that you and your younger brother trained yourselves. Having hunting dogs is pretty standard in Cora's Mountains. We were a small village in east Asia. Our Village was 'cursed', though everybody calls it a blessing, which brings my frustration. We're cursed with the abilities to control elements, sorry blessed. If you were thinking I'm salty it's because I am...
Ended on 23:59 - Sep 24, 2021 EST
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Title: Take that Drink
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