Start your story with it raining… anything but rain (e.g. flowers, cutlery, seashells, running shoes).

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“Glitter Blizzard” by David Winfield

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The device arrived in a stunningly beautiful way. No matter where you stood on this rotating ball we call the earth, you couldn’t escape the mysterious, glitter-like substance that rained down from the sky over the course of a single day. The spectral shower floating in the air flittered to the ground, covering everything with a thin coating that caused the sunlight to scatter into colorful prismatic rays. The internet was filled with thousands of videos, showing events like the Statue of Liberty glittering proudly or the Great Pyramids of G...

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“And so it rains.” by G. Lambertus

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And So It Rained… It was morning, and the benevolent sun began to creep over the skyline in hues of scarlet and violet, giving depth to the mounds of stone created in the Badlands. The moon still hung in the sky on the opposite side of the rising sun, and everything was still. As I step outside, the dew of the grass dampens my socks as I stand to appreciate the beauty in front of me. The ranch hums with the neighs of horses and the prattle of chickens—and it is time to start the day. I shimmy into a pair of over...

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“If Wishes Were Watery Dreams” by Deborah Wylie

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IF WISHES WERE WATERY DREAMS Torn between a dream and true consciousness, Misty listens to a strange sound on the roof. It's raining, but she can't hear the drumming sound of water. The light plops she hears on the tin roof are harsher than water, yet softer than hail. Rubbing her eyes Misty slips from the sheets and stumbles sleepily to the window. Drawing aside her curtains she peers outside. A steady stream of something slides down the windows. Confused, she can't make out what it is. The wind moans loudly and the colorful streams ping...

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“Ralph, Angel of Death” by Linda Lambert

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Ralph, Angel of Death “I swear it was raining stardust. Everything was magical from the moment I first saw her. It was at the end of the harvest dance and I was shipping out to Korea the next day. This would be a goodbye dance for many of my buddies and me. She was so beautiful, and I didn’t think I’d have a chance with her. I asked her to dance and she said yes. I took her in my arms and we danced under the stars of a prairie night sky. I remember the band played, “Because of You”, and the singer sounded just l...

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“Laughing Through Rain” by Cynthia Hansford

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The first droplets of rain pattered against the window as Emily gazed out at the gray clouds gathering above the sleepy town of Willowbrook. She leaned her forehead against the cool glass and sighed, her breath fogging the pane. Another dreary afternoon to match her dreary mood. She wondered if the sun would ever peek through the clouds again. A rumble of thunder echoed across the sky. Emily shuffled to the front porch, taking a seat on the weathered steps as the rain picked up momentum. She tilted her face towards the downpour, le...

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“Felix's Fall” by Martin Maynard

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Felix’s FallMartin MaynardIt was raining coins, once again.The townsfolk of Prospera had a secret. The secret was the Well of Fortuna, an old well at the heart of the market square. A well dug many, many years ago, but hasn’t been used for water for almost as long. The townsfolk, according to the earliest written histories of the town, have been flipping coins into the well, with a wish on their breath. While many doubted the miraculous claims, there were just as many who wholeheartedly believed. They were seen casting their silver and gold ...

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“The Dice Weather Station” by Max Phantomhive

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I was reading at three am, as usual. I had just finished overtime, and was now relaxing in the living room, snacks and hot coco resting on the end table.When the clock struck three twenty, that is when I heard it. Those light odd taps outside. Squishy dice were falling, like usual. The dice rain last until around four am. It had been three years sense it began; four years sense we all found out magic was not just some folk lore they tell us as children.While hearing the odd taps outside, I stood to put the book away. Like clock work, It rain...

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“Thank You for the April Showers” by Melanie Yorke

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One Tuesday thousands of lottery tickets fell from the skies. They all had the same numbers on them and when the lottery was drawn, sure enough, every ticket was a winner. With so many winners the lottery fund was stretched so thinly that the lottery company and the winners all agreed the fairest thing for everyone was to declare a rollover jackpot and exchange all lottery tickets for new tickets (all with different numbers) for the next draw. The next month mobile phones and other electronic hardware started to rain down upon the local citi...

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“Colors of Despair” by Brittany Jung

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Note: This story talks of deathAshes. Ashes. Ashes. Skin turned gray, sky turned gray.Ashes. Ashes. Ashes. There was no light. There was only light.Ashes. Ashes. Ashes. The fog was ever-present. But it wasn’t foggy at all. It poured from the sky in the ever-present rainbow of grays. Here and there were bones scattered across the city’s center. Though my skin was covered in gray, my eyes saw the red that dripped from my hands.It was the only red to be seen for miles, and it was all on me. It was on my hands, then my arms, it tr...

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“Before and After the Cloud mother: Pimienta” by Suzette Ward

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I suppose it wasn't entirely unexpected that I was being followed by clouds or that it started raining peppers only I could see. I’m sure people wondered why I flinched when the occasional pepper landed on my head, but the ones I caught before they landed on the filthy Boston pavement were delicious in my cooking. There were all kinds - bell, poblano, jalapeno. Most of them were green, some were orange, but on the day I caught a red one, I realized…I needed to call my brother. I’d been in a bad place for a while. I wa...

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“War Rain” by Ron French

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Two Rains Cousin Tony and I were on the floor playing war games with our lead toy soldiers. My troops were defending a fine four-towered fortress made by my father as a present last Christmas. We had already got used to the fact that bought toys were expensive and that Hitler was to blame. I didn't mind, Daddy made very good presents. Tony was attacking. My soldiers wore kilts and had as many bagpipes as guns. Tony had lost at scissor-stone and had the German troops. These were former colonial soldiers that had forcibly been recruited t...

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“Dominic & Francois. By the Sea.” by C. J. B.

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By the SeaDominic and Francois were kissing on the deck.''Dominic,'' Francois giggled, ''stop?''''No.'' He responded, grinning eagerly, his laughter lines curled. The man was in his late thirties. The girl herself, a mere nineteen years old. It was 1923, a few years after the war; and Dominic was visiting Francois' father on business. They had met a week ago, and it had been a whirlwind romance ever since.''Dominic,'' Francois giggled, thinking of her father, and her arms kept him momentarily at bay, ''stop!''''No!'' He said, chasing after h...

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“That Damn Rain” by York Hill

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Jane had been looking out of her living room window all morning. She sipped her cold brew and listened to the soft pattering of acid rain hit her rooftop and watched the cloudy green raindrops splash onto the sidewalk. It had been raining for nearly three weeks straight and the options available for passing the time were slim. Jane tried watching TV but the rain had a habit of interfering with the satellite dishes. Her gas stove didn’t work either so she mostly stuck to eating potato chips or marshmallow cereal. Her washing machine did, in f...

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“Teardrops” by George Beasley

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I’m sitting here watching the lake today. It’s a beautiful day; the sun is shining so brightly, and the wind is very soft. With every bright day, there is always a chance a storm will pop up. Suddenly, the wind shifts direction, gaining strength, and I observe the clouds swiftly advancing over this picturesque lake. I can see the storm brewing in the back side of these clouds. The clouds are getting darker and darker, and they are twisting in and out as if they are playing with each other. As the storm draws closer, I retreat from...

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“Flowers For Martha” by Jahson Clarke

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“Andrew! Andrew! Wake up it’s raining Daisies and Daffodils,” a chipper voice shouted. Fourteen-year-old Andrew rubbed his eyes and mosied himself towards the balmy window. He squinted as a warm glare of sunlight radiated across his upper body. When his sleepy eyes came into focus they experienced nature's bliss. The emerald green grass outside cushioned a shower of lovely flowers floating down. It was an oasis of tranquility, considering it was raining sandals early in the week. “You should go pick flowers ...

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Start your story with it raining… anything but rain (e.g. flowers, cutlery, seashells, running shoes).

Submissions are closed

✍️ 88 stories

“Glitter Blizzard” by David Winfield

“And so it rains.” by G. Lambertus

“If Wishes Were Watery Dreams” by Deborah Wylie

“Ralph, Angel of Death” by Linda Lambert

“Laughing Through Rain” by Cynthia Hansford

“Felix's Fall” by Martin Maynard

“The Dice Weather Station” by Max Phantomhive

“Thank You for the April Showers” by Melanie Yorke

“Colors of Despair” by Brittany Jung

“Before and After the Cloud mother: Pimienta” by Suzette Ward

“War Rain” by Ron French

“Dominic & Francois. By the Sea.” by C. J. B.

“That Damn Rain” by York Hill

“Teardrops” by George Beasley

“Flowers For Martha” by Jahson Clarke

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Write a story where a regular household item becomes sentient.

Write a story where the laws of time and space begin to dissolve.

Write a story where your character is traveling a road that has no end.

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