Write about a character who loves cloud gazing.

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“Incapable of Her Own Distress” by Deidra Whitt Lovegren

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There is something liberating about losing the love of your life. Compounded with all the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, it makes the choice to lose one’s mind easier—not to mention the choice of losing one’s life. I guess that answers the question whether to be or not to be. If I were still speaking to you, I’d let you know. O your mother! Gertrude is so lyrical about my death, letting everyone know my surprising demise at the end of Act Four. She didn’t need to be so glib—no one makes it out of Act Five alive—...

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“The Wisdom of Clouds” by Howard Halsall

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There are two reasons why I remember the drought of 1976. Firstly, it was the year I met Penny, my wife-to-be, and secondly, the summer months were plagued by swarms of ladybirds. We had no rain during June and I recall sweltering in a jacket and tie during my Year 10 exams. July couldn’t arrive soon enough and I escaped school to relax at the Hampstead Heath Lido. By early August, the pool had attracted vast crowds seeking respite from the heat and ravenous insects. Two weeks later there was standing room only in the water and swimming was ...

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“Our Story's in the Sky” by ★ 𝑷𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒐𝒏 ★

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I've always loved gazing at the clouds. The shapes seem to hold possibility, however you can choose to recognize them as something specific. Today they remind me of you. Our love. Our journey. Our story's in the sky.A flower.I see a rose, a white rose. Our first date, I told you I hated red roses. I also said that I loved a flower with the colour white. Our second date you showed up with a single white rose for me. Then every other time you bought me flowers it was a single white rose, our tradition. After the flower died, I took one of the ...

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“Feeling Flush 🚽👵🏻” by PJ Aitken

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“TOILETS!” whaled Geraldine at her startled grand daughter. “What, Nana?” asked Michelle truly perplexed by this sudden outburst just as they were getting somewhere. “Toilets!” Geraldine repeated at a lower volume. Michelle was shaking her head trying to join the dots but sadly the context still too hazy. “… you’re gonna need to give me more detail as I’m not following.” “Oh you know… toilets! They can’t control their wot names.” Michelle was getting closer to the essence of what her Nana was saying but still needed to tease out more of the ...

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“Look Up” by Rama Shaar

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“Ah, I should’ve looked here first!” Abadio said, huffing as he climbed up the stairs. I looked up at him, attempting an apologetic smile. “I should clean up this place for you since you love it so much,” he said, moving some broken furniture around. I shook my head slowly. I didn’t need him to tidy up his rooftop for me. All I wanted was a surface big enough to host my body, and I was getting smaller with each passing day, so that was easy. “Aren’t you cold?” he wondered. I was growing rather fond of Abadio who was a tiny man of a...

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“Once upon your sky” by Gem Cassia

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There are seventeen dreams in the sky. You count the ones within your field of vision, for there is only a limited swath of that cerulean fabric available to your naked eye at a single glance. Seventeen of them; or at least, seventeen of which have discernible shapes. Some of your favorites: The head of a whale, breaching the swell of a cresting wave. A pair of ballet slippers, the wispy breath of satin ribbons trailing behind them. A small hand, curled into the shape of a fist. A gummy bear, a deliciously larg...

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“Not Your Average Clouds” by Sue Hunter

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The Jeep was battered. The bumper had a dent in it from where Erin had backed up into a streetlamp three years ago. The AC refused to work anymore. She had to jerk the steering wheel in order to make a fast turn, and one tire perpetually leaked air. But it was the only car she had. Erin started the ignition, the car sputtering twice before it finally decided to wake up. Her chipped nails tapped against the wheel as she waited in the parking lot. After a few minutes, the main door to the weather station slammed open, a chubby man running to...

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“Dolly and her daydreams” by Holly Guy

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We called her Dolly Daydream. “Oh, that’s Dolly.” We would scoff, usually to some curious person who had never met her before, “Don’t bother talking to her. She won’t hear you.” In those instances, she would smile to herself. She would hear us, she always heard us. She simply chose not to respond. I guess we never understood that just because her head was above the clouds, it didn’t mean that she couldn’t peer down on us every once in a while. She preferred it up in the sky where the atmosphere was warm and comforting, rather than dow...

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“Soy. Lent. Green/Running” by Graham Kinross

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Clever men in lab coats and suits were certain that nothing could go wrong. Smarter women behind them were tired of telling them otherwise. The Enormous Halcyon Collider, younger brother of the LHC, had been converted into a chrono gate. People who didn’t have Doctor Who and Stargate boxed sets of DVDs just called it a time door. It was time to turn it on. 10:00 someone’s standard time. &...

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“Cloud Gaze With Me” by Laura Eliz

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Springtime in New York. It is a feast for the senses. Each season of New York City can be a feast for the senses, but Springtime in New York offers the vibrant views of pink spring time blossoms, the green grass that you can lie on as you cloud gaze in the park, the brilliant blue of the sky and the fluffy white clouds that peak out between sky scrapers, and the sounds of buskers and drum circles. You can taste Spring from the local restaurants who source their food locally from farmers, and you ...

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“Forgetting to Forget” by Ema Fancher

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Kitty cat with a backpack followed by a bubble-blowing dragon, Anabelle loved watching the clouds roll by. Cool grass surrounded the child as she gazed up through the topiary maze. Spring neared its yearly slumber and the day’s heat attested to that fact, but Anabelle never missed an opportunity to seclude herself in the silence of her garden. She slipped there whenever she spied a glimmer of freedom. In her garden, she never wasted a moment’s thought on her problems. And her problems were plenty. “Miss Anabelle!” came the familiar call of ...

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“What lies ahead.” by Jesper Jee

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He never grows tired of looking at things. Sure, there are things he wishes he’d sen less of, some a lot less - like bills or certain relatives. But nothing he regrets looking at. Sometimes he wonders if there’s someone who exists, today or ever, who’s actually seen it all. Not like when you go ”Now I’ve seen everything!” meaning something so outrageous and shocking nothing can top it. But literally everything.Samuel is lying in bed. By his bedside there’s a table with a water glass, a picture frame and that wrist watch he never wears anymor...

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“Woody” by Dylan Pritchard

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Mum always asked about Woody because he was a family friend. She didn't know about the footballs pelted at him from ten yards, that his gym shorts were pulled down during PE. Stanley would empty the contents of his side bag and stamp on them: conkers, dried leaves and some bark. Everyone would howl at him.I didn't stop a thing, and by day three of his disappearance, I knew it was my fault.Woody's blonde bowl cut and pointy ears made him look like an elf who'd pranced off a tree. All the other kids stared down at phones or iPads whilst he stu...

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“Runner Up!” by Maggie Bass

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Noise.There is a lot of it. Around me, above me, beside me, coming from the blocks in the lane next to and behind me.There is the crowd and it's mighty roar, the voices of all the people watching, drowning down into one voice that demands an exciting race.There is also noise inside of me. It's quieter than everything else. The distant sound of my heartbeat filling up every single inch inside of my living body. I live and breathe it, and so does the crowd, spurring on the Run Run Run that is coursing through every fiber of my body that wants ...

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“Changing Horizons” by Thomas Auen

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TW: Drugs mention, verbal abuse. Breathe in. Pause. Breathe out. Pause. Conscientiously, I guide the rhythmic release of air. I seize this sensation of control by timing out each respiration. I cannot, however, control today’s atmospheric temperature.Summer heat bears down on my body. Don’t get me wrong, I relish the opportunity to be outdoors and away from the personal stressors of my indoor life. Yet, I also enjoy the occasional breeze breaking the intense, solar rays beating down on my exposed skin. It is late August, the final ...

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Write about a character who loves cloud gazing.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 55 stories

“Incapable of Her Own Distress” by Deidra Whitt Lovegren

“The Wisdom of Clouds” by Howard Halsall

“Our Story's in the Sky” by ★ 𝑷𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒐𝒏 ★

“Feeling Flush 🚽👵🏻” by PJ Aitken

“Look Up” by Rama Shaar

“Once upon your sky” by Gem Cassia

“Not Your Average Clouds” by Sue Hunter

“Dolly and her daydreams” by Holly Guy

“Soy. Lent. Green/Running” by Graham Kinross

“Cloud Gaze With Me” by Laura Eliz

“Forgetting to Forget” by Ema Fancher

“What lies ahead.” by Jesper Jee

“Woody” by Dylan Pritchard

“Runner Up!” by Maggie Bass

“Changing Horizons” by Thomas Auen

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