Write a story where the weather mirrors a character’s emotions.

Posted in Dramatic on Jan 31, 2025

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“The Unyielding Skies” by S.M. Knight

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Tempestas had received prayers for fair weather and been ridiculed for causing storms since the dawn of civilization. One day she stopped caring and sat on a ledge of Mount Olympus. With closed eyes and an empty mind, the only sound she made was steady rhythmic breathing. She had practiced her meditation with out a break for two years now. Her peaceful mind resulted in calm, sunny weather for the mortals below. It had been months since anyone had seen a cloud, heard thunder, or even felt a cool breeze on their face. Instead, they were cursed...

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“The Storm Within” by Dean Nichols

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Drizzling raindrops fell gently upon the ancient Cobblestone Streets of Rusre Point, a quaint village that seemed to exist in a time all its own. The morning mist clung to the air, wrapping the town in a gray shroud that matched the somber mood of one of its residents, Marco Thompson.Marco, an ordinary man, who after the loss of his childhood love who mysteriously passed early morning on their wedding day, still living alone in the same house both had prepared to spend their life together surrounded by the memories of his beloved Evelin.He s...

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“Stormy Fate” by Patrice Nicholas

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The cold wind touched Lillian’s cheek as she stood at the empty pier. Dark clouds filled the sky, casting a gray light over the restless ocean. She pulled her coat tighter, but the damp air clung to her skin. The smell of salt and rain filled her lungs, a scent she once found comforting but now felt oppressive. The world around her felt heavy, mirroring the weight in her chest.A storm was coming, in the sky and in her heart.She looked down at the crumpled letter in her hand. The paper was soaked with rain, but the words were still legible. H...

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“On Not Weathering the Storm” by Robin Fletcher

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Some years back I drove up to Eugene Oregon to celebrate my brother, John’s birthday. He asked me to come up a few days earlier so we could have some brother-sister time before his celebration. I was elated to hear this but also a tinge nervous. Though close and similar in some ways, we both love nature and animals, and enjoy Christmas with as much enthusiasm as we did when we were 5 and 6 years old, we are different in other ways. John tends to be more soft-spoken than me, while I have no qualms interjecting my opinion or advice. His defaul...

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“The Sun Always Shines (Even When It’s Raining)” by Niveadita Razdan

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Lyla's Her boots clicked against the old cobblestones – tap, tap, tap. The sound bounced between the buildings lining Main Street, those ancient brick beauties from back when people actually cared what things looked like. Not like the glass-and-steel boxes they were throwing up downtown these days. These buildings had stories etched into their walls, decades of city grime in their pores.God, she loved mornings like this. The sky stretched endless and blue above the old brick buildings, and somewhere nearby, coffee was brewing – that rich, bi...

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“The Sky Within” by Tinsley Jump

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In the small coastal town of Seabrook, the weather was more than just a topic of conversation—it was a reflection of the town itself. The skies above Seabrook seemed to have a life of their own, shifting and changing in ways that defied explanation. Some days, the sun shone so brightly it felt like the heavens were smiling down on the town. Other days, the clouds hung low and heavy, as though the sky itself were grieving. The townsfolk had long since grown accustomed to the peculiar weather, but they never spoke of it openly. It was as if th...

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“Through the Eyes of the Storm.” by Eric Falvey

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TW* DepressionTW* PTSDThe wind here never stops. It howls low and steady, a constant whisper against the jagged cliffs, a voice that has forgotten how to speak in any tone other than mourning. The sky, forever pregnant with the weight of a storm, swells above me, bloated with clouds so thick and dark they seem carved from the abyss itself. And the sea—God, the sea—churns endlessly beneath the cliffs, a restless, foaming beast gnawing at the rock with the patience of eternity.This place has no name, because a name would mean someone once had ...

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“Fog of Deception” by Lindsay Nicole

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Claire awoke, a dull ache pulsing in her skull. She tried to sit up but a wave of dizziness knocked her back against the pillows. "Easy," a voice murmured. She turned her head and found Mark sitting beside the bed, his hand resting lightly on her arm. His brown eyes were filled with concern, but there was something else lurking behind them—something unreadable. "You hit your head in the accident," he said. "Doctor said you’d be a little out of it for a while." Accident? Claire’s mind was a foggy void. She tried to recall the last thing she r...

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“I Live a Lie” by A Vittoria

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August, 201014 Years OldThunder clapped, lightning cracked, and rain hammered down right outside my window. It was as if I was having a conversation with the weather. I sat at the foot of my bed, my Nan’s blue and white blanket she crocheted for me, wrapped around me as I listened. The sound of the harsh storm was a comfort to my depression. It got me into a heated bate, a feeling I grew to love. The darkness became my best friend. It didn’t lie to me like my parents did. My parents made me believe that I was brave, strong, and sma...

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“Frosty Grass, Burning Embers” by Cyndi Wilson (Whatif)

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The usual alarm, aka my cold face, wakes me in spite of the many layers of blankets. Stepping out of bed, I grab the clothes near my feet that I placed under the covers the night before. I finally learned how to make it tolerable to get out of bed on a cold Montana deep winter morning. I resorted to doing this because cold clothing is painful. My chronic illness and weakness would make my back physically hurt when it touched my frigid morning clothes. Dressing as quickly as possible in hopes of beating the fatigue already invading my arms, I...

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“A Stormy Decision” by Ian Crombie

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Aaron eyed the monstrous mass in the distance, sparks of lighting illuminating the dark cloud's features, followed by the boom of thunder. It would be a while before the storm reached the boat, enough time for him and his wife, Lexi, to reach shore. But would he have enough time? Could he muster his courage and fight back the raging fear in him to talk to Lexi before they were back on solid ground? “Storm’s coming. Maybe we should head back to shore soon.” Lexi appeared from the cabin and stood close to him at the railing on the aft si...

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“Celestial Tempest” by Alex Marmalade

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A cool breeze brushed against Lydia’s skin as she stood by the fogged window of the research facility. Outside, the weather remained deceptively calm—a muted, steady rain that masked the turbulent forces hidden in plain sight. Inside, every monitored signal and sensor reading whispered of secrets too extraordinary to ignore.Jasper, a mixed-race boy with eyes that defied the sedation keeping him docile, lay in his containment chamber. In his veins, nanorobots streamed data to satellites and drones, their digital gaze matching the unchanging m...

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“Brainstorming” by Mikey Finerty

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I grip the steering wheel of my beat-up 2002 Toyota Corolla, knuckles white as the chaotic storm thrashes my car. The winds howl, forcing me to pull over at a scenic spot overlooking Los Angeles, now barely visible through the sheets of rain.I sit, pen and notebook in hand, seeking solace in the isolation. Modern society's noise fades, replaced by the storm's roar and the softer voices within my consciousness.Alone in the car, I am never truly alone. Mikey, a sweet, generous boy, and Dyke, my impulsive demon, reside within me. Mikey's laught...

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“The Tempest Within” by Kemart Grey

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The first raindrop fell the moment Liora stepped off the train, landing cold against the back of her hand like a warning. She curled her fingers into a fist, stuffing it into her coat pocket as the sky churned, thick with the promise of a storm. It figured—the one day she returned home after five years, the heavens decided to weep. Not that she blamed them. If she had any say in it, she wouldn’t be here either. The town was exactly as she left it—too small, too quiet, the air thick with unsaid things. Storefronts with fogged-up w...

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“Paranoid Delusions” by Paul Hellyer

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The wind buffeted him wildly, and the rain hammered down relentlessly. He was walking near the local creek, which was connected to the suburbs storm water drains, but this particular area was just rocks, shrubs, trees and water. Hastily, he made his way down to the muddy stream, which at this time was pitch black, and stepped into the water. This would be a sort of baptism. He descended into the water, and dunked himself in it. It was too shallow to cover his entire body, so he splashed some water onto his head.Now h...

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Write a story where the weather mirrors a character’s emotions.

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✍️ 61 stories

“The Unyielding Skies” by S.M. Knight

“The Storm Within” by Dean Nichols

“Stormy Fate” by Patrice Nicholas

“On Not Weathering the Storm” by Robin Fletcher

“The Sun Always Shines (Even When It’s Raining)” by Niveadita Razdan

“The Sky Within” by Tinsley Jump

“Through the Eyes of the Storm.” by Eric Falvey

“Fog of Deception” by Lindsay Nicole

“I Live a Lie” by A Vittoria

“Frosty Grass, Burning Embers” by Cyndi Wilson (Whatif)

“A Stormy Decision” by Ian Crombie

“Celestial Tempest” by Alex Marmalade

“Brainstorming” by Mikey Finerty

“The Tempest Within” by Kemart Grey

“Paranoid Delusions” by Paul Hellyer

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Start or end your story with a breeze brushing against someone’s skin.

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

Set your story in a place where the weather never changes.

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