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Write a story about a rainy day spent indoors.

Posted in Spring on Oct 26, 2022

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Kind Of Blue

Submitted to Contest #34

In the late afternoon we lay on her bed and looked at the ceiling. The ceiling was white and boring but I tried to see beasts in the paint cracks, the way I used to do with the clouds; in the meantime the rain drowned the city and the Malecón faded into the sea as water crashed over the wall, onto the street, onto the occasional car. The air was sweet and cool and it reminded me of something far away. “Are you thinking about him?” “No.” “Are you?” Salma sat up on the matress and leaned against the wall and took another sip of the c...

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A Rainy-Day Visitor

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“I’m bored,” said Nicki, which was always a bad sign. I looked up from the book I’d buried my head in hours ago. My feet were tucked beneath me in Father’s easy chair, which I’d claimed while he worked in his office. Mother hadn’t made us get dressed, so I was still in my polka-dot pajamas and a pair of fuzzy socks, though it was three in the afternoon; Nicki wore a clashing ensemble of striped pajama pants, a flowery t-shirt, and an oversized flannel. Her white-blonde hair was pulled back into four or five messy pigtails, and she was s...

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A Clouds Job

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“Why are the clouds crying?” Curious eyes watched the raindrops run down the windowsill. Tiny raindrops connected as they ran down and formed a giant drop. Petite fingers traced the path of the drops while the Babysitter kneeled down next to her. “Are the clouds sad?”“Oh, no! It’s the clouds job to bring the water down.” She ruffled his hair as he gave off a bewildered look. “The clouds have jobs? Who pays them?” She chuckled and lifted him up to see out the top half of the window.“Not that kind of job. It’s a job that you do to help ot...

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On A Brighter Day

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The body must have tumbled and rolled at least six times in the yard of the house across the street. The SUV hit the brick mailbox tossing bricks in the air,  into the street, and into my front yard. The mailbox and the bricks that remained attached landed five to seven feet from the edge of my neighbor’s driveway⎯in the middle of their yard⎯headed in the direction the blue or black truck was moving away.The body must have been that of the driver trying to hang on, trying to keep their truck from being stolen. Or maybe the person drivin...

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Writers on the Storm

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Writers on the storm….writers on the storm…into this world we’re born….into this world we’re thrown…You used to love listening to the Doors on a rainy day while working on your freelance articles, always appropriating the lyrics to writers on the storm….how romantic!For three decades you commentated on every kind of natural disaster, epidemic and moment in time that shook the world, including the outbreak of AIDS, September 11, the Boxing Day Tsunami and the passing of Princess Diana. You always wrote from the comfort of your own home or a n...

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A Storm of Words.

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The heavens let down their tears, almost as if in foretelling of what is to come.From where she sits on her side of the couch, watching water-droplets race each other to the bottom of the window, it has a calming effect - almost like therapy. Somehow she looks at the rain and feels less alone, so sure that there must be another soul somewhere else in the world looking out at the rain too. The weather is a shared experience just like this global lock-down. She ponders if the heavens weep for the world or for her specifically. No matter the re...

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That one day Rain

Submitted to Contest #34

This is a half real story. The rain is real, the flood is real, rest everything is my imagination.It was year 2015, November to December is the usual North East Monsoon season for Southern part of India and this is the only season these part of India gets the maximum rainfall of the year. This is only a glimpse of what happened on that rainy day.Sunil is a business man and owns a house in the heart of the city. Sunil watches his son seriously sitting in front of Television.Rahul turn off the TV “I know it rains. Go check with your Mom, Wheth...

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Raindrop Races

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My drop is losing. I want to tap the glass but that would be cheating. I do not cheat, not even when I am at home alone. It quivers, raising my hopes… Finally.. But no, it stays in place. Its neighbor is slowly slipping down when it bumps into another raindrop, absorbs it, and together they race down to the windowpane. Why do they never go straight down? They always leave behind a zig-zag trail, like sleepy liquid lightning. The glass is smooth. I don’t understand. My drop shudders, then fina...

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One Rainy Day

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The rain drops were large and heavy, and already beginning to cause a minor flood in the front entrance of the museum. Several of the workers were trying to stop the flow of water reaching the display of dinosaur bone’s, using mops and a large amount of paper towels, while shouting instructions at each other.Kate shivered as the cold wind seemed to blow right through her clothes. Gently, she blew onto the tips of her fingers and then stuffed both hands into her coat pockets, feeling the scrunched paper that had been the museum map brush agai...

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The Open Window Lets the Rain In

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1It’s three o’clock in the afternoon when I discover the open window in the upstairs bathroom. I know this because the alarm I’ve set to remind me to eat has just gone off, bleating its digital protests from the bedside table. Beep! Buh-bleep! Beep! Buh-bleep! It won’t stop until I either push the button to silence it or wait ten minutes. If I wait ten minutes, the alarm will snooze for another ten, and then it’ll start back up with a vengeance. I know this because it happens every morning; I lie there listening to the screeching a...

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Waiting For The Rainbow

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When a person is confined indoors, every day is just another rainy day. Today, I am that person. I am sitting in the room where some of you might have been sitting for some time now. The room where others amongst you might only find yourself sitting tomorrow. Then, and only then, will you begin to ponder on life’s absurdities the way I find myself doing right now. A cup of coffee and a chat in a café with a colleague? Groaning at having to do another boring weekly shopping run? Just another humdrum working day? All that is an entire lifetim...

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Hole in the Sky

Submitted to Contest #34

I am very smart. My mother said so, so it must be real. Yesterday I said to her that I was born in the year 2209, because 2213 minus four is 2209. My mother applauded me, and said I was practically a genius. My father said I don’t even need to go to school, because I know everything there is to know. I live in Louisville, and I am very lucky because it is the end of a long string of cities, meaning I live near the sky. A few months ago, I discovered that if I sneak out of Louisville and walk through some scary electric lines and stuff f...

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The Author and the Reader

Submitted to Contest #34

Outside, the rain poured down in endless sheets, a stark contrast to the sound inside the room. A rustle of papers and the steady clicking of a beautiful and classic typewriter was the only sound aside from two people breathing, one slow and even while the other sighed in drowsiness. The pristine typewriter sat in a clear space near its modern descendant, a sleek silver laptop that, although new, was covered in a light film of dust from months of neglect. “Have you even turned that on since the holidays?” the one with the papers asked,...

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In Good Spirits

Submitted to Contest #34

Outside it was April. Overcast bruise-pale skies conjured sheets of freezing rain, a strange elemental alchemy descending over the city. Inside the crumbling loft apartment of a Gothic building on Bridgewater Street, the mood was syrupy, slow and hazy; the last swallow of strong honey wine. Iris’s small living room, once a Boho fashion designer's wet dream but now left to the whims of its new occupant, was warm, familiar and dimly lit, protecting them from the harsh elements outside. White vanilla and tobacco pillar candles graced most surfa...

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Thank God for the Rain

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    Johnny woke up to the sound of rain. “Oh, no,” he thought. “If it’s raining, then we can’t go down to the lake; we're not going to go fishing and swimming in it today.” Johnny had been wanting to swim in the lake on Grandpa’s farm ever since he had gotten dropped off by his parents five days ago. It still hadn’t happened. “We never get to do what I want to,” he muttered.    Grandpa had said that it would probably rain today. Grandpa always knew what was going to happen. He had even proposed an indoor activit...

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