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

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“Wither of Her Flowers.” by Carlton Wilkins

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Warning: Abuse, murder, mental health. It never rained in the town of Oddinn, South Carolina. Well, it never rained actual rain. Instead, seeds fell from the sky. Amazing seeds. Seeds that gave the people their Flowerfrins. And once again, the fluffy, mint green clouds were here. Hovering over Oddinn, raining down a shower of glossy, golden seeds. The people of Oddinn, beautiful and Black, filled the streets with joy as the much anticipated rain of seeds came cascading from the sky. Many of them with their children: ne...

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“A Long Lost Frequency” by Mara Schiffren

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A Long Lost Frequency “It’s raining baby spiders outside,” Teena Gerberson exclaimed into her phone to her brother, Tommy. She stood in wonder another few moments, looking up at the wooden rafters that enclosed her front door while several teensy spiders ballooned all around her. A few landed on her white nylon running jacket. Then another one landed on her arm. She tried to cup it to keep it safe and dropped her phone. “Tommy, hold on a sec while I get the babies somewhere safe,” she shouted down to her phone and she could hear ...

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“It's Raining Intellectual Property, Hallelujah!” by Matt Aberdeen

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Rhys held the most useless thing he could imagine. Like everybody in his office, he had rushed out as soon as the Great Shuffle began, looking to the sky in the hope of winning the lottery. Just moments ago he heard Maria scream in pleasure as she bonded with the rights to a popular song on the radio. Those royalty checks would make her a rich woman for the rest of the year once the Shuffle ended. Even set her up for life if she was smart about it. She sprinted faster than an Olympic runner to get inside before another Fortune could fall fro...

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“Et Mortui Partium.” by Emanuel Diaz

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As Rafael stepped out into the rain, it wasn't the ordinary drops that fell from the sky. Instead, it was a storm of souls, each one taking the form of shimmering jewelry as it cascaded toward the ground. Rubies, diamonds, and sapphires twinkled amidst the downpour, a surreal sight that had become all too common in this topsy-turvy world. Rafael shielded his eyes with his hand, trying to make sense of the chaos around him. The streets were a labyrinth of madness, where the laws of physics had long since ceased to apply. Buildings leaned at...

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“Pastel Diversion” by Dian Rose

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Everytime! Every single time she shuts those refrigerator doors, it’s raining dusty, useless kitchen gadgets! Ugh! God only knows why she always ended up putting them back up, not like she would use the dehydrator for a while if ever. She doesn’t have time for this crock, it’s almost nine. Parking around campus is near impossible and she doesn’t have time for a twenty minute walk from Acadia Lot across campus. Jamie grabbed her sling bag, sun glasses, and her lanyard with 3 pounds worth of keys, and walked out of th...

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“Oasis” by Paula Morton

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The boy walked on. The sand rained down, a fine powder that coated his skin and turned it from black to gray. Behind the dingy sandclouds, he could feel the sun’s heat as it climbed its invisible ladder. Sweat trickled down the boy’s forehead in ebony streaks that were quickly covered again with the sand-mist. As he walked, he examined his gray arms and legs, his bare feet tipped with gray nails. My name is Gray, he thought, watching his feet alternate, left, right, left, right. Had he ever had another name? He tried but couldn’t remember. ...

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“Waiting for Rain- A Fish Story” by Karren May Healey

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Waiting for Rain- A Fish StoryEyes wide open, she swished into the light. Always watching. Always waiting for the rain of food or any movement in the still water. Her constant home since she was unceremoniously dumped here like last night’s leftovers, like an unwanted toy, like a… well you get the idea. A red starfish missing a leg littered the landscape while the remnants of lunch, dinner, and breakfast floated aimlessly. The shapes of the two legged beings outside the tank lilted together in an awkward dance of affection. “...

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“Feathers of the In-Between” by Charlie Kersten

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She walks toward me, while I keep walking forward, toward her. We close the distance step by step. When I’m a few steps away from her, I already feel the warmth in my chest spreading to my face. “Hey,” she says. “Hi,” I smile back. “Ready to get our well-deserved bubble tea?” “Always.” When I see the crinkles of her eyes and the smile that she has never shown to anyone but me, I feel something soft touching my bare arms. Within minutes there’s white everywhere. Little feathers fall from the sky into her curly brown hair. She looks up and let...

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“Dandelion rain” by James Mckinley

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Dandelions, why did it have to be Dandelions! I just wanted a little water to cool things off. Oh, my mom is going to be mad at me! One little weather spell gone awry, and I get flowers falling from the sky. I know I read the spell right and mixed the potion properly. Now I have flowers falling from the clouds instead of cooling rain drops. Instead of lightning flashes I have pollen burst. The sky looks like a yellow tapestry of gold dust. I can only imagine the people in the village, they will be sneezing their heads off for a week. I guess...

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“Late to Work” by Gus Gagne

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You know, I do remember that day when the feathers fell. It was a funny thing to wake up to – or it must have been, anyway, for other people; I’d overslept and the blinds were shut, so I was spending those first few minutes running around trying to throw myself together into something decent, without the time to look out of the window. It was a bit of a shock when I finally got out the door, because I was still chewing on some toast and was pissed I hadn’t had the time to butter it or make some eggs, and I felt my foot slip on something, whi...

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“Lily and the Wonderfalls” by Jenny Hogan

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Lily was long used to being the only one who could see them or feel their effects. They looked rather like tendrils of milkweed, or the fragile seeds of a dandelion blown for a wish. They floated down from the sky like raindrops over her head, the drops of wonder coating her dark hair like snowfall. Her head soon became full of them, and because she was full of wonder, every stick she found, every stone and acorn cap and feather was a thing to be marveled at, stuffed into her pockets until they were bursting with bits of moss and cowslip. ...

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“Bird Noises” by Jen Quealy

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The day appeared almost the same as any other, no rain from Christmas Day, on through February. For sixty days and nights, the town's tall century-old wooden homes sang out, a creaking choir. Danny the Mayor spent months listening, worrying about the portend: a chorus of woodgrain against gaps, wood on wood, on glass, against plaster and stone. Walls, fence posts, clotheslines, cupboards, and chairs sang, splitting and splintering under sweltering summer heat. Weekly, violent cracking bolts shocked the ground, speared from thunde...

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“Chasing the Rain” by Marguerite Pothier

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Astrid started every day by checking the weather. It was a ritual for her, grounding her and preparing her for what was to come. Astrid loved the predictable unpredictability of weather, but rain always made her anxious. As Marty Sundaze cheerily announced “It looks like it will be quite rainy day out there folks, make sure to check out your local color before heading out for the day” Astrid sighed and walked over to the window to see what was to come. Yellow. Of course, it's raining yellow today. Today was Astrid's first day off in tw...

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“Overnight Rain” by Christopher Kooker

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It was scary at first, but I’ve decided I like the Overnight Rain. The storms are so loud after dinner, clacking hard off the roof and pinging against the windows like a rubber band shot from the back row. The whole world gets jostled up and no one wants to talk about it or anything else, even though you couldn’t hear them anyways. By early morning it’s different though, there’s something nice about when it’s still dark but the noise has softened into little plinks, and it starts to form piles on the ground and fill in all the tiny spiderweb...

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“Rain, rain, let my eyes dry” by Salwa Michel

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Raining Asbestos Sheets “It's raining, yes, it's definitely raining, but it is anything but rain,” thought Ellie. Could rain make all that horrible noise? And yet, when the harmattan wind comes just before the rain, it makes frightful sounds. “But no,” she repeated to herself, this could not possibly be rain. The bath water was still warm, and Ellie was soaking in the tub, but she knew she had to get up quickly because she needed to find out what this noise was about. It sounded as if the house was breaking. “No,” she thought, “if something ...

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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

“Wither of Her Flowers.” by Carlton Wilkins

“A Long Lost Frequency” by Mara Schiffren

“It's Raining Intellectual Property, Hallelujah!” by Matt Aberdeen

“Et Mortui Partium.” by Emanuel Diaz

“Pastel Diversion” by Dian Rose

“Oasis” by Paula Morton

“Waiting for Rain- A Fish Story” by Karren May Healey

“Feathers of the In-Between” by Charlie Kersten

“Dandelion rain” by James Mckinley

“Late to Work” by Gus Gagne

“Lily and the Wonderfalls” by Jenny Hogan

“Bird Noises” by Jen Quealy

“Chasing the Rain” by Marguerite Pothier

“Overnight Rain” by Christopher Kooker

“Rain, rain, let my eyes dry” by Salwa Michel

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Write a story where a regular household item becomes sentient.

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