Set your story in a place where the weather never changes.

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“Moon Shattered” by Daniel Rogers

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"You don't take warnings well," the Russian said as he sat in my booth.Without moving my hand, I unsnapped my holster.The Russian hailed a waiter, "Vodka, please." He looked back at me, "I'm going to have to kill you now. You know that?"I never took my eyes off him. It was unlikely he'd try anything in a crowded bar, but I wouldn't bet my life on it."Not much of a talker?" The Russian took a drink."You're doing enough for both of us."The Russian laughed, "Good one."A couple of LTF officers walked in. The Russian stared at them and laughed, "...

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“Hell Is Other People” by Thomas Wetzel

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"The gates of Hell are open night and day;Smooth the descent, and easy is the way.”- VirgilThey all just sat there in the heat, and they waited.The Kid came back. He was walking down the platform with his head hung low, sweat running down his pimpled face, like always. He was sixteen but looked more like thirteen, short and skinny with longish dark hair and a black eye. The black eye was always there. It never faded. He took a seat at the end of the bench with the others and looked down at his dirty old sneakers.Roman: Same shit, little man?...

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“Beyond the Veil” by James Scott

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Pana relished the cool, soothing flow of heavy rainfall upon her waxy skin. The increased tempo of drops, growing from a constant misting to intense deluge over the course of the morning, was most welcome. Silky streams ran all over her body, releasing tension and calming her mind under its familiar, glistening comfort. It also sharpened the curtain of falling water that marked the edge of the known world. Time spent gazing across the border into an alien landscape, festered the lingering anxiety within her chest. No amount of rain could was...

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“A Perfect Day in Zog” by Audrey Elizabeth

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“Good morning, citizens! It’s another perfect day in our lovely city of Zog!”“That’s right, Brentley! Make sure you’ve got your Zoggles on, because today’s forecast is… exactly like yesterday’s! Seventy degrees, light breeze, and of course—”“Our usual…”“Perfect blue skies!”“If you’re in need of Zoggles, visit our officially certified provider of pre-approved UV protection—ZogVisor, the only name in optically optimized eye wear…”The cheerful voices of the Zog News Network boomed through every spotless street, playing from polished, sun-powere...

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“Here” by K.A. Murray

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The nicest thing about being Here is that we get to remember everything from before. Not every life we’ve lived, mind you, and for all I know I’ve lived a thousand. But the last one - the most recent trip we’ve had to Earth - that one, we get to remember in its entirety.There are other things about being Here that are not so nice. In fact, from the moment I got Here, I’ve been trying to make the case for change.“Is there a suggestion box or anything?” I asked Abe, my favorite person to talk to.He raised his eyebrows at me. “Here? In heaven?”...

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“The Self Fish” by Paul Spreadbury

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I wander the seas in search of interesting stories to add to my Collection of Tales with Scales. My name's Paul and I’m a Pencilfish. Us Pencilfish learn to write before we know how to swim. When I recently learned of a request for a story that takes place in a place where weather never changes, I figured all my stories fit that description. Weather, as you landlubbers know it, never changes down here.Every season’s just the same, from one day to the next.It never snows, it never rains, yet everything’s all wet.No autumn leaves for wind...

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“Hell is a Sunny Day” by Audrey Knox

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Dear Linda, I know you’ll be shocked to receive this letter because I never wrote to you while I was alive, but I met a guy who said he could get a message to the surface in case you ever, I don’t know, visit a medium or go to a séance or something. Knowing you, that’s highly unlikely because I know you’re too smart for all that mumbo jumbo kind of stuff. But I have to try. It’s horrible here. Linda, you have to believe me. You have to do anything in your power possible to avoid the fate that I am suffering right now. It’s hard b...

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“Yearning for the Snow” by Sean Hanson

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Another day of mild breeze and steady sunshine. For his entire life, 14 year-old Esteban had been trapped in his home village on the southern coast of South America. The rain never fell, the temperature never dropped, and snow was but a fantasy told to children. Esteban loved his town but the monotony of it all left him yearning for more. Day after day he found himself spending more time alone on his roof, staring towards the distant mountains to the north; the snowcaps visible in the distance were the base for his daydreams. An athletic you...

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“Hannah's Dreary Day.” by Julie Grenness

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Hannah's dreary day started exactly the same way. A chime awoke her, and she peeped through the window. She saw the same, grey, mild and cool day. Now the earth's weather was always the same, no variations, nothing to discuss. Weather was no longer a conversational topic, did not exist any more."Monday morning, and the same old dreary routine," Hannah silently thought.The digital chime had sounded. But was it only another same old day? Hannah was an android professional instructor, assigned to Teen Android Developmental Secondary College. Sh...

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“The Never Changing Weather of Umbra” by John Buzzard

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The Ember Star hung low on the horizon, its red light stretching long shadows over the bioluminescent fields. Lyra meandered through the glowing flora, her fingers brushing against the delicate tendrils of a blue-white vine that pulsed softly in response. She had spent her childhood here, running barefoot between the glowing roots, learning the names of each luminous bloom. But now, this place where the weather never changed, was vanishing. The quake had changed everything. It had come without warning, an unseen force deep beneath Umbra’s su...

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“The Other Side” by Jason Wrubell

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When I wake up, the fog is still there. Thicker than when I arrived yesterday. The inside of my mouth is pasty and tastes metallic, like blood. I run my tongue around and find no wounds, feel no pain. My face and hair are wet. The coat I’ve used as a blanket is covered in fine droplets. I raise myself off the hard bench and stretch. It’s not cold out here, but a chill courses through me. The air is still. No sounds of life. No one else on the street, though any number of people could be hidden in the banks of fog surrounding me. I turn...

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“Besotted, Bespotted ” by Anastasios Repousi

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Let’s say in a delightful twist of fate something should lather my Great Red Spot with some benzoyl peroxide. Say every one of the estimated 115 billion people who have ever lived on the sole habitable planet in this solar system has had their face occupied by a great red spot at least once (on wedding days, job interviews, that sort of thing). Or during... Perfect Planetary Alignment!! Which is today. Endlessly, I watch passing asteroids, pockmarked, but these are friable. I see all 95 of my orbiting moons don crescents to conceal thei...

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“The Rain in Vulane” by Cajek Veilwinter

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The rain in Vulane never stops,Dripping down in silver drops.It hums on rooftops, taps on glass,And whispers lore as it falls past. Even in the ancient days, the place that was now known as Vulane had been cursed - or enchanted - with continual rainfall. In the deepest, subterranean parts of the aqueduct there were cave scrawlings of creatures in the rain, scurrying for shelter or hunting large game. The environment made it perfect for stone fruits, grapes, large produce, and rice. Grain was a little harder to come by, but Vulane - in i...

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“Tilting at Wind Farms” by Jo Freitag

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The climate must be perfect all the yearWell, that might be true of Camelot, but it was definitely not true of Cloudbank Cabin, in The Land of Lost Plot. Little Plump Jo, the current Artisan in Residence in Malory Tennyson’s Cloudbank Cabin for Arthurian Studies, was sweltering in the first heat wave of the summer. The small ceiling fan was merely pushing the hot air around the room. Even the flies on the windowsill were panting and fanning themselves.Today Little Plump Jo intended to continue working on The Shadow of the Many Mooded Mounta...

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“The Fog” by Nicholas Andrew Clark

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The first people to descend into the valley claimed it was verdant green. Said there were red and yellow flowers sown into the hillside over Mayberry Marsh, and you could stand in the bushes in the sunshine and hear cuckoo bees flitting to and fro, or watch ibises fly in V-shaped skeins against the clouds. When the sky was still blue instead of bone white. Before the drizzle began and never ceased, maddeningly light and insubstantial, an eternal spritz that soaked the ground gray and turned the roads into soup. Before the...

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Set your story in a place where the weather never changes.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 48 stories

“Moon Shattered” by Daniel Rogers

“Hell Is Other People” by Thomas Wetzel

“Beyond the Veil” by James Scott

“A Perfect Day in Zog” by Audrey Elizabeth

“Here” by K.A. Murray

“The Self Fish” by Paul Spreadbury

“Hell is a Sunny Day” by Audrey Knox

“Yearning for the Snow” by Sean Hanson

“Hannah's Dreary Day.” by Julie Grenness

“The Never Changing Weather of Umbra” by John Buzzard

“The Other Side” by Jason Wrubell

“Besotted, Bespotted ” by Anastasios Repousi

“The Rain in Vulane” by Cajek Veilwinter

“Tilting at Wind Farms” by Jo Freitag

“The Fog” by Nicholas Andrew Clark

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Start or end your story with a breeze brushing against someone’s skin.

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Write a story where the weather mirrors a character’s emotions.

Start or end your story with someone standing in the rain.

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