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#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 – 99 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 – 53 stories

The first rain of the season arrives. Write a story that begins immediately afterward.

Spring – 27 stories

Write about a character driving in the rain.

Fall – 57 stories

Stories

“The Pond ” by Jennifer Braveheart

Submitted to Contest #112

The Pond The wind howled with the unrelenting roar of Mother Nature, she toppled trees and shook the roof of the old woman’s mountain cabin. She was on a mission only Mother Nature could do. Her mission today was Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Let the games begin! Mother Nature began to roar. The rain was relentless. This was probably one of the worst storms to hit the mountain in decades. The smoke from the old cabin’s chimney was being carried across the tree tops of the West Virginia Mountains. There was no one ...

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“Carol Alone” by Julia Abelsohn

Submitted to Contest #112

There’s no easy way to say this – I think I’m dead. I know I tend to be a pessimist – glass half empty or whatever – but I do think that I’ve passed on to the other side. It’s because I’m having difficulty moving my legs. I’m trying to move my left leg and then my right leg but nothing doing – just not happening. Then again, maybe I’m just paralyzed – that’s seeing the glass half full, isn’t it? Perhaps I’m morphing into becoming an optimist. That would be a switch after my 50 plus years on the planet. They say that you come into the world w...

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“The Last Dinner” by Dhruv Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #112

Her heart beat so rapidly it was folly to try and measure it against her watch, though she tried, tapping her foot on the ground in a similarly frenzied pace. The ambient, romantic lighting of the restaurant was so juxtaposed to her state of mind that some part of her felt like laughing, but most of her thoughts were bent on keeping herself from sweating through her red dress. She’d worn this dress the first time she’d been at this restaurant, when she was nervous for a much different reason. Glancing at her watch again, she realized he was ...

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“The Day It Rained Memories” by Ariel Niforatos

Submitted to Contest #112

It only happens once every ten years. People all over the city gather in the square and turn their heads to watch the rain because the raindrops that fall from the sky on this particular night are unique; they contain memories. I quickly finish getting ready, anticipation writhing through my stomach, and wrap a long emerald scarf around my neck to protect against the winter chill. I have never witnessed a remembrance rain, as the people in my city call it. The last time it happened, I was seven years old and locked inside...

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“Capitol Meteorology: The Cumulonimbus Experience” by Elizabeth Fenley

Submitted to Contest #112

“Capitol Meteorology: The Cumulonimbus Experience” by Elizabeth Fenley It was raining in the Science Quadrant. It never rained in the Science Quadrant. It was only supposed to rain in the Agricultural Quadrant. Looking out the window of the breakroom, Dr. Felicia Hughes shook her head in confusion—then immediately reached up to ensure she hadn’t loosened the braided bun she pulled her long, brown, wavy hair tightly into when she worked in the lab. She peered through the thick sheet of heavy rain under grey skies. She c...

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“Girl in the rain ” by Alexander Carolan

Submitted to Contest #112

My clothes were drenched as I strutted through the heavy downpour. My car had broken down a few miles back, and the signal on my phone was dead. I had finally made the decision to walk the rest of the way home, despite the storm warning that had fuzzed through on the radio before my engine gave up. Thunder shook in the dark clouds above, sending rumbles through the earth, whilst white streaks of lightning tore cracks in the sky. My muscles shivered against the high winds and cold rain, and I crossed my arms, looking down at my feet, struggli...

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“It Never Rains ” by John K Adams

Submitted to Contest #112

Panic didn’t come easily to Jason. He prided himself on having rational, dispassionate responses to any happenstance.But the deluge soaked him to the bone before he could loosen the Velcro strap on his umbrella. A minute before, he’d mumbled a complaint about the humidity. Now he waded through an ankle deep surge, dodging floating logs. Lacking dry shelter provoked extreme anxiety in him. He didn’t want the current to carry him off.‘The news forecast a chance of rain… I’ll take that bet,’ he thought. Seeking any place to dry off, his vision ...

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“3 Guys And A Girl” by Gabriella Powis

Submitted to Contest #112

BING BING! I look away from my seat behind the counter.“Hey, dad.”“Hi, sweetie. I think I might have found something you’ll like.” My father dug into his pocket and pulled out is phone. He quickly tapped some numbers, and showed me what was on the screen. A young boy, with dark olive skin smiled back at me. He was decorated in cream silk robes, embroidered with gold and colourful gems. He looked like a prince. I turned to face my father.“Seriously? Dad, I want to find my own love, ok?” He sighed. I could tell he didn’t think I was capable of...

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“White Butterflies” by Kathleen Shapona

Submitted to Contest #112

Karma, what you put out to the world comes back to you and then some. Justice, always prevails and the bad guys get what they deserve, that was my belief. A sign of the times showed me humans becoming greedier, callous, selfish and uncaring. Gratitude for the simplest things were taken for granted, as if everything is owed to them. Human interaction being reduced to virtual living and communicating from one technological device to another. The gap between the haves and have-nots gets wider bringing out the worst in both. I kept holding on to...

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“Two Strangers, One rainy night” by Victoria Clapton

Submitted to Contest #112

On a rainy night in the winter of 1996, a woman with a yellow coat and velvet dress with a green umbrella kept walking in the pouring rain. The sky gazed at the glorious mess of her colors and the trees witnessed the depressing sadness in her eyes. 3 miles and a few yards away, a man in a black tuxedo with a black tie and an incredibly white shirt with a dead phone was struggling in the pouring rain, trying to fix his broken car in the middle of the bridge. In a few hours there, both lives are going to change in a way that seems almost magic...

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“Falling; A 9/11 Story” by F.S Smithard

Submitted to Contest #112

The gunshots rang in the distance, their cover was getting shredded by enemy rounds and explosives. Private Luke Roberts of the 1st Battalion fought ferociously, his M16 was scorched due to the number of bullets he was firing. However, it was not enough, the situation was hopeless and the squad went down, one by one. Waiting for his time to come, Luke muttered a prayer and continued to retaliate against the army ahead of him. “Take cover!” The ominous shadow of an explosive loomed over Luke as he dove into the nearby sand. Kaboom!...

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“Weeping Heavens” by Saptarshi Mukherjee

Submitted to Contest #112

[CW : Strong language, domestic violence]Be careful what you wish for, they say.Well said.In his search for eternal peace and quiet he had wound up here,the five feet by five feet room of solitary confinement. The only opening on the rear wall of his cell, what passed for a window here, opened into an alley within the prison compound not more than two feet wide. The alley was as confined as him, by his cell on one side and a gray wall on the other, seeming like a cliff for all the renditions of the word.Everything stood still in his cell. Th...

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“With Every Passing Season of Rain” by Sarbjeet Kaur

Submitted to Contest #112

The rainy season came too early that year. It disrupted my “railroad life” as my mother called it when she was drunk and upset, which is also when she thinks she’s the most clever. I hung up on her and continued to walk to work. When you’re already half soaked, there’s not much point in seeking shelter.Naturally, my shoes weren’t meant for the rain and my day became clouded with the uncomforting sensation of damp socks. I left a squeak behind with every footstep and my world was altered by my water-smudged glasses. Who needed a raincoat when...

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“Oath Keeper” by Tim Butler

Submitted to Contest #112

Oath keeper Bobby Knight was the sheriff in the small northern New England township where he had lived for the past forty-five years. It was a small, peaceful community. The area of New England where it sat on hill above a river valley below was truly a place of great natural beauty. Life there was good. It was easy, and routine, in a comforting way. One day early in the morning a nuclear bomb was detonated above the atmosphere which caused an electromagnetic pulse. Since the EMP attack had thrown most of the nation into darkness. most...

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“A Spring Culling” by Richie Wills

Submitted to Contest #112

TW: violenceGbemi “That’ll be fifty nine dollars.” The male cashier, a handsome muscular man whose name tag read Kemar said as he bagged the items Gbemi put on the counter at Forever 21. It had been the perfect day, in every way and she wanted to end it by treating herself to some new outfits. She found a blouse that took her breath away, calling her best friend Abike to brag about how the store must have known she was coming and put their best stuff out. She spent some time flirting with Kemar, paying little mind to the long line ...

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Title: Take that Drink

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