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

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““Sick, Sicker, Sickest.”” by Tucker Sloan

Submitted to Contest #288

This short story contains suspense, and mental and physical health issues.Introduction:I approached the pharmacy. I saw a small paper taped to the door. The sign read in Sharpie-“If you have a cough- do not enter.”So, I cried as I returned home walking home in the snow without my meds.Title: “Sick- Sicker- Sickest”Part 1- Sick: One Hundred Symptoms and Counting.When you are dying, every second matters. I was sick and fighting. Tapering off a benzodiazepine quite at a rapid rate. Faster than what my studies had told me. I cried again as ...

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“my land never changes ” by Zhou Wx

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u will know which country i am referring to ... ?keke ...the weather never changes here , hot and wet ... always , 366 days a year.. !Cost of living is high here ,the same shopping malls day in day out ,i am situated in Asia .salaries is low and costs are high ,low income environment and high costs environment ... kekethings are always expensive here ...we are crowded ...weather is hot and humid ...high rainfalls sometimes ....we have world class transportation ,we are very clean ...we are usually clean , the roads and public places ...we ar...

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“my father, not like Your Father” by Nava Zieliński

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The boys were all huddled around a table. Not a rickety table, not crooked in any way. Sébastien's grandfather had built it how many years ago? It didn't matter. The table was smooth, never giving anyone splinters if they ran their palm over the surface. All the legs, perfectly even, supported the flat of the top, which was large enough to splay maps of all kinds on it. Maps were the topic of the day. The boys were scribbling and erasing all over the map of Dondou, their little fishing town in the south of British colonial Nigeria, not too f...

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“The season” by Africa Rodriguez

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-“Not yet… not yet…”- The two boys didn´t take their sight from the bearded man. -“Almost”- One of the boys tightened his grasp on the collar of the anxious Husky malamute´s collar. -“Now!”- They ran straight to a small cave, the dog caught up with the man and the kids jumped inside just on time to avoid getting covered in snow by the small avalanche. -“Wow, that was close!”- said Jack as he wiped away some snow from his shoulders. -“Do you think we are close?’”- said Mike -“Probably, but it doesn´t matter, let´s enjoy the ride”- Sean s...

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“Lost and Found” by Joanna Gatti

Submitted to Contest #288

Sam sat down with Lucas and Tony, clutching the mini thermometer he grabbed from his parents’ kitchen counter earlier that morning. He wanted to test for himself if the temperature and weather within a cave remained constant, like his 8th grade teacher claimed. Holding the device now in his palm, it served more as a worry stone as he tried to find a way to help his friends remain calm. After all, they were there because he asked them to come along. He looked down at the thermometer, making sure it was still at 44 degrees. It was. A cold...

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“A Dark and Stormy Light” by Matthew Foster

Submitted to Contest #288

No one knew when the storm started, only that it would not be stopping anytime soon. Thirty years ago, the Empire exiled Doctor Carnassus to the small island of Marope. The torrential rain had never stopped in all that time. Even the elders who grew up here spoke of the sun in the same way they talked of dragons and fairies. They laughed at his stories of the glowing sphere in the sky. Carnassus rushed along the boardwalk as his apprentice James struggled to keep him dry with a waxed umbrella. Carnassus did not blame the poor boy for tr...

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“The Black Balloon” by Cameron Hoormann

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"Dad, why do we have to eat corn flakes every morning?" "It's good for you, son! Ha ha ha!" Dad took a big spoonful into his mouth, chewed twice, and swallowed. He smiled his satisfaction and a weak leak of milk dribbled out of the corners of his mouth. Brown, chunky corn flakes. The milk sweetens them a little, but they're just so bland and joyless, but you wouldn't know that by the way dad scarfed it down grinning like an idiot. "Come on, son, we're gonna be late." He brought the bowl to his mouth and tilted his head back and slurped...

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“Storm Twins” by Nathan S

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“That’s it. You’ve done it to us this time, Jade!” Legend whispered harshly in my ear. I wanted nothing more than to push my unbearable little brother away from me, but if I did we’d be caught for sure.“Keep quiet, idiot. We can still get through this.” I said even more harshly. Despite his usual doubts, he kept quiet and waited for my lead.We crouched in the shadows of the rooftop overlooking the townhouse of the merchant we’d come to find. I gripped the edge of the slick roof while the endless rain fell off my water-resistant cloak. I peer...

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“Silk of the Sea” by Faye Applewood

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I woke up to a breeze enveloping my body. Cold. Cold was all I felt at first. Then, sand. I was lying down on a beach, face half buried in the sand. My hair was covering my face or most of it, and I could not see the surroundings well. But through it I could see the sun, too shy to warm me up under the breeze brushing my freezing skin. Song of the waves. A shadow passing me. Was it a seagull flying above? From the clouds, a voice. ‘Miss, are you alright? Miss? Miss, are you alright!?’ The voice sounded friendly. Innocent, even. S...

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“No Storms In Paradise” by Valerie Langley

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There are no storms in paradise. Our house is antiquated Nicaraguan perfection, nestled up in a back alley on the very edge of the mountain town, its back to the chaotic rainforest that screeched its existence to the human settlement below. The walls inside were painted a caramel brown and decorated with genuine artifacts from the region, the floors a strong tile that reminded me of stucco rooftops, and the windowpanes were built to remain open. Permanently. Why not? There are no storms in paradise. &nbs...

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“What's Next?” by Timothy Benson

Submitted to Contest #288

What’s Next?For the first few weeks of May the local TV weather report hadn’t drawn much attention. That time of year hot, dry weather was the norm in Phoenix so the reports fell on deaf ears. The usual time for the temperature to hit 100 degrees was mid-May but that year it happened in early April, Even after four consecutive years of breaking heat records people still didn’t seem to be concerned. Summer was coming and the monsoon storms would bring rain. There was nothing to worry about.About two months into summer I noticed a subtle chang...

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“Betting Against the Storm” by Hugh Bezemer

Submitted to Contest #288

Piotr gripped his cheap aluminum doorknob, shaped like an eagle’s claw and painted to resemble weathered bronze. Just as he was about to turn it, he realized he wouldn’t need the all-weather coat he’d arrived in. He turned back into his hotel room, shrugged off the snug relic of where he’d come from, and hung it on the rail in his makeshift lodgings. He had a fleeting thought: if only he had a rail of widgets from which he could hang these theft-proof coat hangers, he’d never have to waste time in home stores again. It wasn’t a profound obse...

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“Sunchoke” by Wesley Demers

Submitted to Contest #288

Blue is the rainless sky which bends around him. Brown is the withering grass which crackles underfoot. Sharp are bones which distend coriaceous skin. The stone ridge is hot against tired soles, and bony hands pressed firm against rough stone. He surveys the dusty valley. Yellow Sun screams heat and distorts air drooping above distant ridges. Desiccation silences the barren forest, except dying leaves rustle in a torrid breeze, and insects chirp weakly to nothing. He wipes his perspiring forehead with a dirty cloth, then suckles th...

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“Nuestra Lima of Perfection” by Giulio Coni

Submitted to Contest #288

The sun of Lima was not just a promise kept, it was a declaration of perfection. Every morning it rose, a golden disc in a sky of endless, immaculate blue, pouring down upon the city a light so warm, so mercilessly constant that it seemed to deny the very concept of change. It did not burn, did not blind—flawless, pitiless, like all of Lima.The streets, paved with smooth, gleaming stone, curled between pastel colonial buildings, their facades touched by the invisible brush of some fevered painter, obsessed with harmony. A faint wind, a whisp...

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“Summer in Lake Haven” by Sarah Adewolu

Submitted to Contest #288

Lance Macallen goes up to the ice cream stand and places his order after Jessa gets hers. The ice cream is all free. She does a double take when she sees him, believing him to be Seth. “Oh, it’s you again,” she says with a smile. “And you managed to change your trunks so fast.” Lance is wearing red swimming trunks, while Seth’s are blue. That’s the only major difference between the Macallen twins. “I’m sorry,” Lance chuckles as he and Jessa sit under the umbrella. “I guess I should’ve told you, I have a twin brother who you were just talki...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 48 stories

““Sick, Sicker, Sickest.”” by Tucker Sloan

“my land never changes ” by Zhou Wx

“my father, not like Your Father” by Nava Zieliński

“The season” by Africa Rodriguez

“Lost and Found” by Joanna Gatti

“A Dark and Stormy Light” by Matthew Foster

“The Black Balloon” by Cameron Hoormann

“Storm Twins” by Nathan S

“Silk of the Sea” by Faye Applewood

“No Storms In Paradise” by Valerie Langley

“What's Next?” by Timothy Benson

“Betting Against the Storm” by Hugh Bezemer

“Sunchoke” by Wesley Demers

“Nuestra Lima of Perfection” by Giulio Coni

“Summer in Lake Haven” by Sarah Adewolu

🌟 Similar prompts

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

Set your story during — or just before — a storm.

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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