Start or end your story with someone standing in the rain.

Posted in Dramatic on Jan 31, 2025

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“Unusual” by Colin Wadeson

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*mild adult humor / societal ignorance of mental illness (allegory)*It was unusual.That was the word my inner voice chose when I saw him. Weird, unsettling—perhaps even frightening—might've been better choices. In fact, I was surprised that my inner voice had served up a relatively moderate word from such a wide thesauric range: uncanny, creepy, disturbing... dangerous? But here we were with unusual... It was unusual that a man should be standing in the rain in the middle of the road at five-thirty in the morning, his head cocked back, mouth...

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“Serendipity in the Rain” by Noel Guru

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10:01 p.m.Isle of WightThe corner café that serves coffee, juices, milkshakes, and some light bites was run by a skeletal crew – the young chef Leon (also the owner) and a very pregnant waitress, Alice, who serves the tables and occasionally makes the milkshakes. It sat facing the ocean right next to the beautiful and ancient Shanklin Chine. This wooded coastal ravine is filled with waterfalls and lush vegetation, attracting many tourists daily. And this thankfully helps the little café to find its customers even though it has been choked by...

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“Dolly and Linda” by Suzanne Cushman

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Dolly and Linda I am not a sheep person, but I love my friend Linda and she loves her sheep Dolly, so I feel a connection when I see one. Small flocks of twenty-five or fifty sheep find plenty to eat on the grassy, boulder-studded hills near our home in the country. Baby lambs alternate between grazing and playing hide-and-seek around the outcroppings of moss covered rocks and old oak trees. Soon after the new lambs appear in the spring, bright yellow mustard shoots up, blanketing the low hills along Highway 1 from Petaluma to the c...

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“The Rain's Embrace - A Tale of Reflection and Renewal” by Andrew Hixson

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The Rain's Embrace A Tale of Reflection and RenewalThe rain poured relentlessly, casting a shroud of darkness over the night. Amelia stood solitary amid the downpour, her face uplifted towards the heavens, allowing the rain to cascade upon her. As the droplets mingled with her tears, a purifying sensation enveloped her. The cleansing rain washed away her sorrow, leaving behind a glimmer of hope and a sense of rejuvenation. With closed eyes, Amelia savoured the crisp fragrance of the rain, each breath filling her lungs with its invigorating a...

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“Excellence of Rain” by Ceon Hones

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The bus is late again, surprise surprise right. The only thing you can rely on with NYC public transportation is how consistently unreliable it seems to be. It’s only a mile and a half walk home and the weather isn’t disgustingly terrible for a December night in the city. These are the thoughts that occupy my time as I step over a puddle and feel my clothes become increasingly wet with each stride. As I look up to contemplate the rain and God’s creation, a droplet hits me in the eye and I can’t help but smile. It is hard to believe how eeril...

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“Raindrop Reverie” by MV Grimm

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The rain had always been falling, soaking the city in a cold, relentless downpour. I pulled my coat tighter around me as I stepped out of the vehicle and looked at my surroundings. The wet pavement reflected the flashing red and blue of squad cars.A uniformed officer lifted the crime scene tape. His face was strained. “Detective Gray,” he said. “Captain’s already inside.”I nodded, shaking off the water as I ducked under the awning of the alley. The smell of damp concrete mixed with something coppery. A forensic tech worked a camera over...

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“Dinner on Top of the Stairs. ” by Casey Plazola

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Dad came home drunk again. The door swung open and slammed against the wall. He stumbled in and kicked off his boots. He hiccuped loudly and burped. Mom sighed and rose from the dinner table. “Really, Scott?” she said. She closed the door behind him. “Did you drive?” Dad didn’t reply. Instead, he smiled widely at her. He staggered and struggled to stay still. “Oh honey, I’m, I’m so…glad to see you. Give me a kiss.” He slurred his words and puckered for a kiss. Instead, he got a slap. Mom looked outside and shouted. “The car is in...

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“Rush Hour Romance” by Mike Barton

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RUSH HOUR ROMANCE The rain was stronger now. Herr Aldo Six stepped into the shelter of the Belgravia Cafe’s resplendent British Racing Green awning. He caught the attention of a waitress inside who would bring his usual order. The Cafe was a favourite haunt for Aldo who liked it’s Art Deco theme. He sat next to the outdoor heater enjoying the warmth it offered against the slight chill and enjoyed being in the dry just a yard away from the downpour. He was under the most sheltered of the...

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“"Code Green! Code Gray!"” by Keith Menendez

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“Code Green! Code Grey! All staff and security. Code Green! Code Grey!”This announcement blared and repeated throughout the interior and exterior speakers of the Palatial Estates Psychiatric Hospital. The nurses, security, doctors, and staff secured their areas and outside doors. They paired with their designated partners to make a room by room search for the missing and hostile patient.“Did they say who it was?” A short rotund CNA, with thick glasses, asked while walking the halls with a colleague. She wore her hair in a curly bun and...

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“Lost Cargo” by Tom Taggart

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Three AM and I was sweating like a feral hog in a sauna. Kansas in August can be like another day in the bowels of hell, except in hell the help is nicer, and the head honcho has some style. You won’t see any three hundred-pound dipshits wearing dirty overalls strolling the flaming streets of purgatory. I was somewhere over the Oklahoma-Kansas border sitting at a window table in Aunt Daisy’s Café. The dusty Formica table had one leg propped up by what looked like a petrified muskrat. Aunt Daisy smelled of diesel and piss. At least ...

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“Godspeed” by CRX SSXS

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TW: Substance Abuse, Violence, Mental Health, Some Language____________________Vermont, 1997.The rain pelted against the narrow overhang of the motel, its steady rhythm broken only by the occasional clap of thunder in the distance. Chris stood under the faded light, the sharp sting of a cigarette on his lips, and a million thoughts racing through his mind. The parking lot before him was empty, the asphalt glistening with water, reflecting the dull neon of the motel sign. He had been standing there for what felt like hours, eyes darting aroun...

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“This Boy Doesn't Cry” by Jed Cope

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The rain crashes down upon him with a seemingly icy indifference. He saw it through the dirty lens of a neglected window. He supposes that the window is his now. As much as a window can belong to anyone. He feels no ownership over anything in the world around him. He’s doing all he can to own himself, but he doesn’t know whether he can. There are forces greater than him. Variations on the gravity that cleaves him to this place. He is torn by them, whether he stands still or moves in the direction that promises the least pain, he is gripped a...

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“Raina ” by Sandra Moody

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Raina That afternoon a fog set in. I stepped out warily down the front steps and felt the light drizzle on my face and arms, steady, silent, and soft. The air was heavy with moisture—like me, I thought, heavy with child. I was home these days, feeling the calmness and quiet of waiting. It was only two days after due date when I realized labor had started. With excitement, I added the last things to a suitcase I had prepared weeks before. Girl or boy? We had wanted to be surprised. Not knowing, I had packed two perfect sets of baby cloth...

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“RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY!” by Frances Goulart

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RAIN RAIN GO AWAY… Once upon a time, so many years ago you couldn’t count them, in a nondescript land so far away from you (or anyone you know) that you couldn’t begin to count the miles, in a country that wasn’t enough of a country to deserve a name on a map, there lived a small nondescript child whose name was Eon. Eon was no taller than a small bookshelf. He was pale with shoe button eyes, a nose, hands and feet that were, well, small. When he stood in the shadows, Eon seemed invisible. Eon was not...

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“When Tears Run Dry” by Tirzah Morris

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The world is crying as I make my way over the jagged, rocky path that leads home. A myriad teardrops fall around me in the gray light, and I smile a little, even though I’m sopping wet, and cold.It’s good to be back here, and it’s even better because I remember how much more beautiful the world will be when the rain has stopped. I watched it happen countless times here, my childish eyes staring out the high, narrow windows at a view that was already breathtaking. And every time, heaven’s tears would make it lovelier, more brilliant.I’m not a...

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Start or end your story with someone standing in the rain.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 93 stories

“Unusual” by Colin Wadeson

“Serendipity in the Rain” by Noel Guru

“Dolly and Linda” by Suzanne Cushman

“The Rain's Embrace - A Tale of Reflection and Renewal” by Andrew Hixson

“Excellence of Rain” by Ceon Hones

“Raindrop Reverie” by MV Grimm

“Dinner on Top of the Stairs. ” by Casey Plazola

“Rush Hour Romance” by Mike Barton

“"Code Green! Code Gray!"” by Keith Menendez

“Lost Cargo” by Tom Taggart

“Godspeed” by CRX SSXS

“This Boy Doesn't Cry” by Jed Cope

“Raina ” by Sandra Moody

“RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY!” by Frances Goulart

“When Tears Run Dry” by Tirzah Morris

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