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Write a story where something magical happens when it starts to rain.

Posted in Middle School on Oct 26, 2022

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Just Like Me

Submitted to Contest #112

Sitting at my desk in the morning I studied the computer keyboard. Traces of dried blood were visible on several of the character keys; particularly the “Z” and the “C”. I had been hurt. My bandaged fingers still ached and throbbed from the accident. Of course I'm referring to my fistfight with the electric fan the night before. Yeah, I got banged up a bit, but hey, you should’ve seen the other guy! The fan, that bladed brute, was busted up beyond repair and now left for dead in the garbage dumpster that sat outside the building.Here’s what ...

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Miraculous Rain

Submitted to Contest #112

“It’s been a long time…” “It’s been a much longer season, indeed.” “Do you think this is it? I mean, this time?” “How can we know? Nobody knows…” “Of course, we know! When you face Death, you know… maybe, at the very last moment, but you know.” A few, the strongest ones standing, looked around. Cities were abandoned after the food was completely consumed (what provoked insane violent chaos), nothing was left in the markets or supermarkets. Water purifiers were still working, so, drinkable water was still available. Unfortu...

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Daughter of Slaughter

Submitted to Contest #112

Grey clouds had been promising rain for hours. Leonor city needed the rain to wash away the blood of the siege. Its people were exhausted. The army had been slaughtered. Most men who had not fought in the battle at Worldworm’s Bridge had died defending the wall in the first attack of the empire.             Queen Malin had turned the tables with a curse, not a miracle. Danielle saw, as all the defenders on the wall saw, that the northern wall was now surrounded by a line of deadly t...

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The Southern Penitentiary for Invisible Individuals

Shortlisted for Contest #112 ⭐️

CW: violenceHow we got here is unimportant. What matters is we are here. For now, at least.We deal with the reality like most of us deal with weight gain.I must have drunk a lot of water today.That extra weight is because I'm wearing pants on the scale.It's innocent enough, especially if it helps you live a less worried life.So when the clouds begin to come together in a beautiful and dark ensemble, the rain will come down, and people will disappear. A single drop of the Earth's new premium beverage gives us a chance to go away. To exist onl...

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Come In From the Rain

Submitted to Contest #112

Annie Blithe stood in her doorway and squinted against the sharp light. The sun had reached that brief moment during sunset where it seemed to shine brightest. The moment right before it finally melted below the hills, extinguishing the day.She had been watching her husband Tom as he laboured. What had been a smouldering heap just days before, was beginning to resemble their barn again. She wished she could tell him how proud she was to have him, how constantly she thanked her god for sending her this man of strength and kindness in equal me...

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Rainy days and Mondays

Submitted to Contest #112

He was a small tight ball of flesh in the foyer. About the size of one of those beach balls that are tossed around concerts or sporting events. He wrapped his arms around his legs and tucked his head in between his knees and made himself as tiny and as invisible as he could. He tried to just disappear. When Mrs. Marva walked into the office the tension was high. “We have to get him on the bus,” from the secretary.“I don’t know how we’re going to get him on that bus,” said the aide.“The buses are leaving and so are we,” from another aide...

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Playing Catch Up

Submitted to Contest #112

Waking up to the sound of hunting dogs scratching at your door might sound a bit bad, understandably, but not when they're two stupid mutts names Chicken and Hammerhead that you and your younger brother trained yourselves. Having hunting dogs is pretty standard in Cora's Mountains. We were a small village in east Asia. Our Village was 'cursed', though everybody calls it a blessing, which brings my frustration. We're cursed with the abilities to control elements, sorry blessed. If you were thinking I'm salty it's because I am. Most peopl...

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The Wonders of Rain

Submitted to Contest #112

           It had been a dry summer in the desolate town of Maroon Gulch, an old mining town fifty miles from the nearest city. People in this town were used to the arid climate, but this year had been particularly dry.            Vegetation was slim apart from cactus and tumbleweeds, and a large greenhouse owned by a horticulturalist named, Lawrence Peabody, a forty-something loner who devoted his life to growing and cultivating all...

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The Day It Rained Memories

Submitted to Contest #112

It only happens once every ten years. People all over the city gather in the square and turn their heads to watch the rain because the raindrops that fall from the sky on this particular night are unique; they contain memories. I quickly finish getting ready, anticipation writhing through my stomach, and wrap a long emerald scarf around my neck to protect against the winter chill. I have never witnessed a remembrance rain, as the people in my city call it. The last time it happened, I was seven years old and locked inside...

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The Cave

Submitted to Contest #112

“This is my life now. I have climbed this hill, and now I will die upon it”, Griffith falls onto the slant. He lets out an exaggerated groan as he sprawls out on the ground. Sanya was tired, and Griffith's whining and teasing on this hike had finally gotten to her. Her impatience was often exaggerated by his carefree attitude.  “We’ve hiked three miles, it’s only been an hour.” Sanya pulls out the map and scans it. Griffith had wrangled the two together for a project for their anthropology class. She knew this would mean he would foll...

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White Butterflies

Submitted to Contest #112

Karma, what you put out to the world comes back to you and then some. Justice, always prevails and the bad guys get what they deserve, that was my belief. A sign of the times showed me humans becoming greedier, callous, selfish and uncaring. Gratitude for the simplest things were taken for granted, as if everything is owed to them. Human interaction being reduced to virtual living and communicating from one technological device to another. The gap between the haves and have-nots gets wider bringing out the worst in both. I kept holding on to...

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Landrise

Submitted to Contest #112

The atmosphere began to fall like rain, freezing the instant it splashed on the thick sheet of ice that was the vast Drekeln Plain. Sharp spines bloomed from the amorphous drops, glistening under the piercing light of the moon Ilbra. Stalking out from a cave in the side of Mount Drekeln, spyglass in hand, a figure, bundled in several layers of patterned clothes stepped out and peered over the edge of the precipice.“Find anything, Arlkna?” The gurgling voice of Brekten preceded the rhythmic shuffle of his steps.Raising her spyglass to her gog...

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In The Rain Stone Became Flight

Submitted to Contest #112

“In the Rain Stone Became Flight” by Elizabeth Fenley In the rain, they awoke. Silent stone sentinels atop the massive building. Azvamenth stretched his wings, wiggled his talons, and yawned, revealing deadly fangs. He looked towards the column on his right. Birsha was waking up too, unfurling her tail and rolling her horned head around in circles. “Ubel, sister.” “Ubel, brother.” Taking flight simultaneously, Azvamenth on two wings, Birsha on six, they sailed to the crenelated tower to meet the others. Tavarius, his wide, thickly mu...

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A BEDTIME STORY

Submitted to Contest #112

  "OK kids, snuggle up and Gramps will tell you a story. Don't need no books. This story is sitting right here is this old head of mine. It happened to me right back then when I was knee-high to a grasshopper. Never forgotten it and I never will, not until they put me in a box in the churchyard, next to your Grandma.    Well, it started out a normal enough day. I was up and about good and early and there was no hope of breakfast yet, so I opened the back door quietly and went off down the yard to use...

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The Poet

Submitted to Contest #112

I could see the storm upon us. I had planned this day for so long, I did not want anything to derail us. We needed this. To be honest I needed this. I had been laid off a year now, and there were days I started to feel like I was disappearing. Have you ever felt that, one little limb at a time, heavy, gravity pulling you down. Inertia, vertigo, depression, many people had much to say. You didn't. Your life carried on much the same, the work, the glory, the parties until one day when you came home and saw me curled up as a foetus in the dog's...

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