Write a story about a rainy day spent indoors.

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“The Rain is my Enemy, but You are my Friend” by Thea Brown

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“MASON!” Callie yelled from her porch, the rain splattering heavily on the sidewalk. She watched from the porch, desperate for a sign of him, but it was raining so hard she could barely see. It would be hopeless to look for him, especially in the storm.She knew he had been upset, but she thought he’d have come home by now. He’d been gone all afternoon. She walked back in the house and flopped on the couch, petting her dog, Rosco, in short, quick rubs. She wanted to call the police, but she also didn’t know when he’d be back, or if he wa...

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“Water from the Sky” by Chelsea P

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I hate rain. I despise every aspect of it: the sound, the smell, the deceptively massive puddles that engulf my fairly worn Adidas, I simply hate it. It’s not my fault that I’m a product of warm southern California. You expect a curly haired Los Angeles native to enjoy rain? You can sit there on your high horse, telling me tales of New York winters, trudging through the streets blinded, during a snowstorm, where North was East and West has still yet to be found, but I don’t have the capacity to care. I don’t need to hear how worse off you ha...

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“Living in Darkness” by Aubrey Dickson

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Beep. Beep. Beep. My alarm clock screamed at me to wake up on the other side of my bed, and I searched blindly through the abyss of darkness, opening my tired eyes to the bright, seizuring flashes of red. Rubied light consumed my apartment, the only other light—a flickering candle—keeping me alive in the moments of darkness. I squinted annoyingly at the clock on my bed stand: 8:42 AM. Groaning, I tossed the tan comforter uselessly to the floor and dragged my feet across the white carpet of the seemingly endless hallway, the pe...

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“A Rainy Day” by Savannah Seeber

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I woke up to the sound of rain. At first, I thought it was the rain noises I had put on to help me and my husband fall asleep but when I switch the TV off there was still raining dropping. I got up and opened the curtain a little to peek out our big window in the room and the rain was coming down. I jumped back and did a happy dance. My husband and I always loved rainy days we get together drinking hot cocoa and look at old photo albums and stuff like that. Our son came into the room and I picked him up and he licked my face. I took him and...

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“Dammit, Dorothy, Not Again!” by Stevie Aldrich

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This isn’t my first day. If I had been counting, it was close to my 200th day. To be honest, I hate kids and can’t believe I’ve survived this job for that long, but the kids are pretty self-sufficient and it’s easy money, so why not? Chase is eight years old, and Tabitha is almost 11. I was a little surprised when their parents told me their ages during my interview. Do kids that old really need a nanny? Like I said, I’m not a kid person, so who am I to judge? They mostly keep to themselves, I’m just here...

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“A DAY INDOORS” by David Njihia

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The news struck the country like an earthquake— the kind that sends buildings falling like hail off the lowly clouds.My nimble hands sweated furiously, and it was because I’d been playing Call of Duty: Warzone for the last few hours— a day well spent. And it was well-spent because I for one knew how rainy it was outside. It was bucketing down filthily, and the murram roads outside were filled with pools of water and mud.“Wacha kucheza hiyo kitu, na uchange channel!” my mother came screaming. Which was Sheng’ for: “Stop playing that thing, an...

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“Reading to Squirrels in the Last Frontier” by Richard Morris

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“I've been afraid even to go out in my snowfall, let alone my blizzard.” - James Michener, AlaskaI doubt many people have ever read Michener out loud, let alone to a group of squirrels barking their disapproval from the acorn gallery in the boughs of a Sitka Spruce. If idle hands do the devil's work, then idle minds read to squirrels in the rain.It wasn't supposed to be this way. If there had been a brochure, this scene certainly would not have made the cover. Instead, a simple advertisement in the back of the college new...

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“Reflections” by Samoy Sinclair

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Reflections She stared searchingly into the eyes of the guilty party. She stared back. There was something ominous about their interaction… the round object on the wall told her all she refused to accept. Suddenly, the thunder roared in the distance, drawing her attention to the sliding window to the left of her bed. Guess the weather report was right after all, she thought, it is going to be a rainy day.Mandy glanced around her cosy yet untidy bedroom; her bed looked mor...

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“Coffee and Scones” by Garland Horwitz

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Mason awoke to the sound of rain tapping gently on his roof. He sauntered to his kitchen and flipped on the light, replacing gray shadows with an industrious yellow glow. Outside, heavy raindrops hammered on his window. He poured himself a freshly-brewed cup of coffee and sunk into his sofa, listening to the pounding of rain echo through the house. For the first time in weeks his mind felt at ease. Just as Mason’s lips skimmed the mug’s rim to take a sip, the doorbell clanged and seemed to electrocute his arm, causing him to spill steaming c...

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“Not Alone” by Archit Shankar

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The thing about being alone is, when you are alone there’s a deep gash in you that no food, medicine, weapon or armor can cure or protect you from. And that gash is the absence of a companion. However, I wasn’t alone on that day. I had friends. However, they weren’t actually alive anymore.September 20, 19957:00 PMThe raindrops beat down against the roof, and the thunder rumbled through the skies above. Outside of my window I could see the almost nothing through the rain and the pitch-black dark. The lights were out too meaning the TV, refrig...

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“A Writer’s life ” by Ahams Precious

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The rain drops raced down to earth, one after the other. Each making a splash on the earth as they joined their brothers, forming pools and mini streams. A few of the drops who didn’t make it to the muddy ground stuck to the window of Precious’ apartment. With nothing left to do, they settled and observed the young writer who was in a heated argument with her laptop that laid open and blank in front of her. Precious Ahams was a struggling writer that was horrible with deadlines. Asides from writing she exceled well in l...

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“Cold Shower” by Riley Cochran

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I stand there. As the water flows over my smooth damp face, while I lather my hair with shampoo. My eyes are closed, to protect them from the sharp pressure of the water. I can only imagine what is going on around me, because all I can see is black. I am breathing through my mouth to control the water from getting into my lungs. I wish to stay here forever.I emerge from the water as it drips down my nude body. I open my eyes and the bright light from the bathroom blinds me and a couple drops of water spray into my newly open eyes. They sting...

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“An old woman's deepest desire” by Lilly Isabelle

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Leonora slowly opened her eyelids and let her eyes observe the surroundings. She lay in a fluffy bed, with a whirlwind of soft fabrics comforting her. The airy room was furnished with a combination of faint turquoise and deep brown. Leonora’s heart began to pulsate fast, both inside her chest and loudly in her head. Panic crept in, even if she didn’t want it to. Where was she? How did she end up here?She continued to lay paralyzed beneath the mountain of quilts and cushions. And then the memories slowly started to flood back to her, like puz...

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“2020 COVID-19 Storm” by Jeanette Learn

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You can hear the droplets hitting the window and when you open the door they caress your face. You want to shy away from the wet, cold feeling but it is ultimately refreshing. I can breathe and I want it. I want it more than anything I have ever wanted before. I need it. I need it more than anything I have ever needed before. Looking up the sky is turning into a deep purple, almost black and enveloping all around you. Then the flashes begin. They do not stop.They begin where you jump at the startling revelation that a storm is coming. I can ...

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“My Rainy Day By Lauren Barbosa” by Lauren Barbosa

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My family got home as soon as they could, drenched in water. We finally placed all of our groceries on the ground and headed to take a shower. Evening head already struck like a lightning bolt. Our house was cold and dim. By the time we had all taken a shower, we realised that it was starting to rain hailstones. I say that we were just lucky that we weren't out at the time.We had all then sat down to watch a movie, shovelling away the fact that we were all numb due to the freezing cold. We had just all crowded around each other as if we wer...

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Write a story about a rainy day spent indoors.

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✍️ 146 stories

“The Rain is my Enemy, but You are my Friend” by Thea Brown

“Water from the Sky” by Chelsea P

“Living in Darkness” by Aubrey Dickson

“A Rainy Day” by Savannah Seeber

“Dammit, Dorothy, Not Again!” by Stevie Aldrich

“A DAY INDOORS” by David Njihia

“Reading to Squirrels in the Last Frontier” by Richard Morris

“Reflections” by Samoy Sinclair

“Coffee and Scones” by Garland Horwitz

“Not Alone” by Archit Shankar

“A Writer’s life ” by Ahams Precious

“Cold Shower” by Riley Cochran

“An old woman's deepest desire” by Lilly Isabelle

“2020 COVID-19 Storm” by Jeanette Learn

“My Rainy Day By Lauren Barbosa” by Lauren Barbosa

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