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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

“A Soul's Journey Is Never Complete ” by Shana Kneebone

Submitted to Contest #112

Thinking back to what we were, my heart dropped. The thought of you brought back a wave of emotions I thought I had buried. Listening to my playlist through my car speakers, our song came on. It wasn’t even our song, but I asked you to send me some good music to listen to and you sent me a song that all but said you loved me, that you thought it was impossible to feel that way about anyone. Driving through the hills at night was dangerous as it was, but it was raining. As the rain hit my windshield, I thought about us. You had entered m...

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“The Ties That Bind Us” by Amanda Mayes

Submitted to Contest #112

As she pressed the starter button, it began to rain. Lightly at first so that the wipers came on intermittently as she manoeuvred the car off the driveway. She was glad of the rain; it felt appropriate. She passed the lit windows of her neighbour’s house, cheerful through the watery dusk. She hadn’t said goodbye and felt a moment’s guilt. Perhaps she would write, later, when she was settled. Sara would understand. Though perhaps not about the children. The dual carriageway was quiet, the red taillights few and distant, and she turned the ra...

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“Hatchet Man” by Andrea Moya

Submitted to Contest #112

Hatchet Man By Andrea Moya Rob felt the weight of the small axe in his hand and waited. It was a slow afternoon at work. Several reservations came in, the bells above the door jangling each time they were pushed open. Outside it was raining, chilly gusts of air burst through the entrance each time a group arrived. The girls at the front desk greeted guests with smiles and paperwork. He watched from a distance as they went over the rules. The visitors grinned nervously, some overwhelmed by the noise coming from the cages behind him, the ince...

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“Black Balloon” by J. J. Fauria

Submitted to Contest #112

PROLOGUE: On a chilly gusty evening, underneath a blood moon, a lone, old and worn Good Year Tire rolls into the Welldun City Veteran’s cemetery. It settles against a burgundy granite tombstone that happened to be the final resting spot of a long piece of red ribbon. ONE WEEK LATER: “Mrs. Griswold, if you can’t keep up your mortgage payments, then we will have to take the house?” “I understand, but my husband just died and I never worked. I stayed home, raised our kids and took care of the house this whole time. I don’t have any ex...

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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

Submitted to Contest #112

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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“A Meat Lover's Pizza” by Tanner Burke

Submitted to Contest #112

Man, that rain is really coming down. Probably pretty dangerous to drive in that. I hope the pizza guy isn’t having problems getting home. It would be a real shame if he got hurt or something. I mean, I already have my pizza, but I’d still be pretty bummed. Or maybe I’d never find out. I eat the first slice. This has to be the best one yet. Meat Lover’s Pizza, a large. I didn’t get an extra large because that would be absurd for just me, but I am rewarding myself. I lost five pounds this week, 5% of my total goal. Lots of miserable walks i...

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“Depths of Darkness” by Chris Gonzales-Aden

Submitted to Contest #112

The doors slammed shut in time with the feeling of dread dropping even deeper into Morgan's stomach. She skidded to a stop just before nearly colliding with a random high schooler. She glanced at him, not even thinking about him, which in another time, maybe a few hours ago, Morgan's dread (which technically wouldn't have existed those few hours ago) would've been replaced with confusion. Normally Morgan had a very good eye for things that are out of place. If she'd been in a better mental state, she might have noticed that she'd never seen ...

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“Storm of Gods” by Evie Owle

Submitted to Contest #112

*THUMP* You know that moment when you get woke up from a deep sleep but don't know why or what woke you up? Trying to squint and focus my eyes, I grab my phone to see what time it is. 3:47 am, great. I lay the phone back down on my nightstand. I sling my covers off and sit up, because of course, now I've got to pee. Why does this happen? The first night in two months that I was able to fall asleep early, and for whatever reason, my body says, nope, not tonight, Daphne. *THUMP THUMP* I almost pee myself, "What the hell was that?" Switching on...

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“Daniel's Letter From Heaven” by Kristin Johnson

Submitted to Contest #112

The sky is gray and rainy. Rain pelts down, and suddenly, an envelope descends. Daniel Wilson, 11, carrying a school backpack, counts off on his fingers as he points to the raindrops. The letter falls onto the sidewalk. Maria, 11, cute, picks up the letter and looks at the writing, then held out the envelope to Daniel. “Take it. It's got your name on it,” she calls out. Daniel takes the envelope and sees the name "DANIEL" on it, but he can't read the rest of the writing though the rain. Maria smiles. “That...

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“The magical blue flower” by Christopher Farhoud

Submitted to Contest #112

In the middle of a far away town Amy lived with her family away from the big noisy city. One day Amy’s mum was very very sick, she was sleeping in her room for the whole day, her dad went to work and he left his phone at home. Amy was sitting next to her sick mum crying and didn’t know what to do. While she was crying, looking outside the window, watching the rain, she saw something very special in the middle of the garden, it was a beautiful blue rose sparkling in the middle of the front garden. Amy thought “ this flower wasn’t here few da...

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“A Frog Visits” by Peyton Gold

Submitted to Contest #112

It rains and a frog arrives at your front door and asks if he can come in. You let him in because frogs don’t usually talk. Also, your grandmother taught you that hospitality is an ancient art, essential to civilization. So you ask the frog to come in, please, and he tells you that he’s hungry. This gives you pause. Embarrassed, you explain that you might not have anything that he would like. “What are you having?” “Some soup,” you explain. “Just vegetable soup out of a can and saltine crackers. My mother used to give us that on rainy days...

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“The Rain” by Ben Rounds

Submitted to Contest #112

“Well, you good to keep going?”Carlo looked around.“Fer’ real,” he said, as the rain kept falling.Soloman shrugged, tipping a divot into the brim of his booney so the water had somewhere to go.“Okay,” he said. “Let's just do it for now.”The rain was the type which is heavy but not driven, non directional and semi-warm, the sort of rain which would only be allowed on a Monday… or maybe a bad Tuesday. His gloves were dirty and wet, the fingertips worn through. Gloves were free, but getting them was just a thing and so he h...

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“Simple Desires” by Ben Connolly

Submitted to Contest #112

In the autumn season, a paradoxical new life is given to nature. Deciduous leaves lose their suppleness and healthy green colouration to give way to shades of brittle yellow, orange, red, brown and purple. The trees shed these garments slowly, soon to be skeletons with skirts of decaying plant matter. It is part of a cycle of death and eventual rebirth; but so flagrant and beloved a death can rarely be found, in nature or anywhere else. Forests ignite like a star in heat-death, or a phoenix commemorating its life, its plumage flaring up one ...

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“The Old Gods Came Back” by Laura Wilson

Submitted to Contest #112

At the first crack of thunder, the usually busy town held its breath. The older folk, hiding in their homes with noses pressed to their windows, whispered prayers to forgotten gods for the blessing of rain. Though it had been months since the last drop fell, most people found shelter before the first of many began again. Though I was still quite little, the sight of the dirt kicking up with each splash until the streets were muddy and full of puddles filled me with glee. My Mama always insisted that we stay inside during the rains; she fear...

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