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End your story with someone dancing in the rain.

Posted in High School on Nov 1, 2022

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Spirits Dancing In The Rain

Submitted to Contest #160

I do not see that young man very often anymore. There once was a time where he would sit on the rooftop, a notebook in his hand and a pen wedged between his lips. Behind the shield of his lips was where he would bite needlessly on the plastic, twisting and bending it out of shape. Until it was replaced by a new one. Each pen of different color, different brand or size. He liked variety. I like variety. He liked animals. I like animals. He liked rain. I do not like rain. I was left on this rooftop, bleeding, in the rain. No one reported my b...

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Pouring Blessings

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“No!” she cried. “No, no, no!” She collapsed back onto the bed and let the small plastic stick slip through her fingers and fall to the ground. She could not believe it! How could she allow this to happen? How in the world in this day and age had she not protected against this! Well, she thought, it’s 2003 and there are ways to deal with these things. And just as she thought it, guilt seized her and she quickly brushed off both the thought and the guilt. She closed her eyes, giving into the exhaustion that still lingered from the half marat...

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You Can Walk In the Sun, I'll Dance In the Rain

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Erin Flaherty was a normal young woman. Normal in the sense that she was like 65% of the women out there. She wasn’t drop dead gorgeous, but she had a cute smile. She didn’t have the charisma of a social media super-star, but she could come up with a snappy comeback once in a while. She wasn’t the picture of perfect health, but she could make some really yummy cupcakes for friends on special occasions. Erin was purposefully pleasant towards service staff, she was particularly efficient at minimizing trash, and she put smiley faces and hea...

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Dancing in the Rain

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After a long time of processing her information with the court, she finally reinvented her identity. It only took the majority of the months the year was kind enough to give her. As she stared at the name in the document that had just arrived that morning, her mind was at ease. No longer was she weighed down by the crushing weight of the past. She thought about the relationships in her life. She had a wonderful fiancé and a few friends that had been there for her through this journey. Of course, it's hard to think of the present without ackn...

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The Drought

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(Content warning for animal birth) When my husband left me, I felt like I was going to die. My heart ached so fiercely that I swore it would simply shatter into a million pieces within my chest.  The only small consolation I could take from my husband abandoning me was that he hadn’t left me for another person. He just left because he didn’t love me anymore and he didn’t like the life we had created. “I hate this place!” he had shouted at me over breakfast. He gestured aggressively out the open window to the rolling plains and slo...

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One Last Time

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“I loved you, you know,” I said this quietly, I said it too quietly for her to hear.  Or so I thought. She smiled at me and my heart lurched in my chest. It went for a leap, but then she spoke and then I knew she wasn’t smiling because of what I had said. It was only a smile. Not quite random, but it may as well have been. “Did you say something?” I returned the smile with a paper mâché version of a smile, “thanks for this,” I said to her. She shrugged awkwardly, “we always said that we would do it, didn’t we?” “We did,” I a...

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Chance Of Rain

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Josephine felt certain her date was going to kiss her. A light drizzle thumped on the convertible’s rag top, and “Little Darlin’” by The Diamonds had just come on the radio. The music sounded tinny from the speaker of Warren’s new ‘57 Chevy, but accompanied by the rain drops it would do just fine for background. 

Warren had that sheepish look a boy always gets in his eyes when he’s about to do something both daring and foolish, as if he were preparing for a swan dive into waters of uncertain depth. Clearly he was weighing the consequences ...

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The Man

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(Quick note: My story is 99% made up of my imagination. So If I accidentally offend someone reading this, then take my M O S T sincere apologies. Now let's get back and start the story and enjoy!)                       T H E M A N When I was a child, my dad told me this one story that he nicknamed "The man". That was when I wasn't even born. My dad was late for an important meeting and he rush through the door like...

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God Only Knows

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I opened my eyes. fresh streams were left on my face after the beautiful service. The space around me was glowing now, for we were all connected and singing in beautiful harmony. Above us, the angels drew out the last note of the hymn with their soothing voices. Another perfect service. Our Father descended the golden throne he sat upon the entire procession. Like a wave of light, He descended on to us, each of us feeling a light kiss upon our heads and warmth in our chests. I felt the connection with Him as soon as He hit me, and I felt e...

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I love you more.

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“Bang!”  My pencil rolls off the table and clatters onto the floor as Mr. Bramford slams a stack of files on the table.  “You have to get this report done by next week! If you don’t, our investors will drop us.” I run my fingers through my brown, wavy hair. They always said I had my mother’s hair. I thought to myself, bemused. I took a moment to consider my words. “They want to hear from him, not me,” I said He slams his hand on the table, making my pencil roll off the table again. “He’s dead! He also told me to help you, but you a...

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The Siren of Cassiopeia

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It was high tide when he opened the hatch for the first time, and the waves crashing against the side of the ship were sending a foamy spray up into the air. The first thing he noticed was the familiar briny scent of the ocean. Then the wind was whipping rain into his face, but he was too excited to care, and he even forgot about his sadness and grief for a while. He was the first human to lay eyes upon this world in person! Looking around, he lost himself in the energetic swirling of the thunderous storm clouds, the pale violet color of the...

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We Could've Been

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TW: Mental health, substance abuse “We have plenty of time,” he crooned back to me, his voice like warm honey on a biting autumn morning. He tilted my head up, forcing my eyes to meet his. The smile he gave me was enough to make me forget everything, just for a moment. But soon enough, the phone buzzing on the table sharply pulled me back to reality.  “But the catering company we wanted needs at least a month’s notice, and we have to start looking at bands to play at the reception, and if we want a fairly decent one we had better pi...

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Eyes Like Rain

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I would consider myself to be an avid enjoyer of romance books. Whether it be sweet, smooth rides to happily ever afters, or emotional angsty ones with bumpy roads, I used to compare them all to myself. Nathan and I were inseparable since we met, and it was only after I got out of a previous toxic relationship that I realised how I felt about him. He was my happy romance story, my everything. I had my whole life planned out: to finish school and go live with him and his parents. I’d find myself some work and help him get enough money for us ...

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Glimmer

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Patch looked out at the lake. His grandfather always said that the lake had a certain glimmer to it after the rain. Today wasn’t one of those days. Today was hot and humid and it hadn’t rained for nearly six weeks. “Sorry Gamp”, Patch said out loud. I know you love a good glimmer.” It was August 27th. “Gamp” would have been 89 today. Patch turned to walk into the small, three room cottage. “Fucking brain tumor” he murmured.His grandfather, “Gamp”, had died just before Thanksgiving during Patch’s freshman year in college. Chapman University, ...

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So, What's Your Name?

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It wasn’t always like this. Butterflies used to soar when I would hear the name Makaela. Grasshoppers used to sing melodic harmonies when I would hear the name Makaela. But not anymore. I now look myself in the mirror, gaze drifting off the parts I felt a passionate hatred towards; it was my chest, my curves, my hairless body that aggravated me to the point of tears. Fingers would curl up into my scalp, begging to rip out every bit of hair that was attached; maybe it will make me feel like a person. Maybe it will make me love myself more...

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