Write a story about another day in a heatwave.

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“Midnight sun” by E. Jude

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2120 "...That would be about it on the celeb scoop for today. As per usual, we will be back tomorrow to let you know how it all pans out. For now, though, we will turn our attention to our own John Levins, who will give us the front on today's weather forecast." The TV screen buzzes and cackles, threads of glitch flashing in various inky colors, seems to fry every last one of Bruno Floyd's nerves, as the screen splits and John's face appears on the right. "Hello there, John." There's a quick silence as she shuffles her papers. "G...

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“Heatwave ” by Palak Shah

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Burning my skin like lava, the blistering heat was scorching my body. Even the best sunscreen couldn’t protect me from this unexpected disaster. My amours grew heavier by the second. Trickling down my face, my saline sweat etched scars onto my skin. Screaming in pain my skin bared the misfortune. “I hate this heat” I bellowedIt was only 09:30 and the temperature was 60 degrees. Soaked right through, my clothes were pretty much wet. One thought came into my head: I loathe the heat and it is my enemy. I remember a time when me and m...

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“A Hundred Days” by Ryan Lieb

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It was day seven in a row of over a hundred degree weather here in sunny Nebraska. Why did the midwest have to get the ass-end of every single season? Last Winter we got enough snow to make Omaha look like the Yukon Territory. They say Spring is nice, but I wouldn’t know because the second I step outside my sinuses swell up to the size of baseballs. And don’t even get me started on Fall. We get approximately ten days of the most beautiful overcast weather you’ve ever seen, then the temperature drops like a cartoon anvil. And as for summer......

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“The Day They Came” by Conan Helsley

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The sun was high and bright the day they came. I was sitting on the front porch trying to catch a breeze. We had awakened to a power outage, only to realize that it stretched for blocks in all directions. Nancy was making tea, to use up our ice supply before it melted and to cool us down a bit at the same time. I could hear her in there singing, some Taylor Swift song I would never know the words to. I may be biased, but I much preferred them from my wife's lips. Nancy was the queen of theater in our high school days, and if s...

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“Julie” by Tvisha Yerra

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Somewhere in 2020… I don’t care about dates anymore.I don’t want to fall asleep, Julie. I don’t want to go. I don’t want to go.Not in this heat. Way too hot.I wanted something cooler. Something around 98° Fahrenheit.That’s the perfect temperature.The temperature of blood.I’ve been thinking of our future because I’ll never see those days. I don’t know why this happened… But I probably deserved it.I tried to do my best after that, but you know I’m not perfect. I’ve been treating the nurses well. Well, trying to.I don’t know if they like me, I ...

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“Consequences” by Catherine Stevens

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The fires from outside light up the cave we hide in. It’s the only place that the heat is bearable. The earth has changed so much in the last five years. I hadn’t noticed the world changing till after the mass disappearances. Perhaps if I hadn’t been so self involved I would have but, I cared for no one besides myself. I cut anyone who dared to tell me I was doing wrong from my life that included my family. I think of them now, wondering if they’re still alive. If I can believe the W.H.O, they estimate over thre...

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“Number Theory” by Nandan Prasad

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“… with the temperatures hitting a record 42 degrees Celsius,” the reporter on TV said “and that is a staggering one degree more than yesterday. Up now, we have meteorologist Dr. Neena Gupta to…”“Goddamn it, Vijay, are you listening to me?” The lawyer banged his fist on the table. I looked up. “Hm?”The lawyer sat back in his chair. “I can’t. I just can’t take this anymore.”I smiled wanly.“Listen,” The lawyer sounded angry. “I’m trying my best to save your life. So, you better goddamn listen to me.”I sighed. “I’m sorry, go on. I’ll list...

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“LOST” by Bianka Nova

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I can't remember anything. I don't have a clue where I am or how I got here. All I can see around me is desert, an empty wasteland. My surroundings are flat, sandy, covered in dry tiny bushes which remind me of the typical prop from a western movie – the dusty tumbleweed, rolling around as if carried by the wind. These bushes, however, are firmly rooted into the ground and there is not even the tiniest hint of a whiff. There is no one here. There is nothing! It seems as if time has stopped, and I have been here for an eternity. I've just ...

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“heat, july” by Masha Kurbatova

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Winston Churchill described his depression as a “black dog.” I imagine something big, hulking, and British, with jowls that sagged as low as his. My own is a pampered little chihuahua. It's a nasty lapdog that yaps all day, demands its fox-ears be cleaned with cotton swabs, its rotten teeth be sprayed with something minty. I lay down, close my eyes, just for a minute, and it jumps on my back. Hey, please calm down. It never does. It never shuts up. I never owned dogs growing up, but friends did. I felt bad for those with embarrassing...

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“Desperate Measures” by Deborah Mercer

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Too hot again. Too damned hot again! We should have got used to it long since, but what our minds and reason tell us doesn’t always get through to our bodies – or is it the other way round? I don’t know. I don’t care. I just know that I feel drained of all my energy, and even that is just some atavistic turn of phrase because I don’t really remember ever having feeling as if I had any energy. If I did have any energy, and not just some surface façade of it to do ...

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“18.01528” by Joshua G. J. Insole

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The old man spoke, pale blue gaze resolute. He ignored the barrel of the assault rifle that was aimed at his forehead. “We were neither prepared nor equipped to cooperate.” His voice was hoarse but powerful. He spoke into the bloodshot eyes of the kid who held the weapon. “I said shut up!” The muzzle wavered, the sweat dripped, the air rippled in the heat. The boy stood over him, rifle clutched in a white-knuckle grip. Undeterred, the bound man continued. “The demand outstripped the sustainable supplies.” “Stop talking!” The boy’s cra...

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“Keeps Me Burnin’, Burnin’” by Kathleen March

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Hot town,Summer in the city Back of my neckGettin’ burned and gritty Was that the way that old song went? It doesn’t matter because that’s the way I used to sing it, at least. Thing is, I sang it every time I lived in a city (except for one which I might tell you about some day), I hated it, the city life, especially in June, July, August. In my opinion, cities are not a place to be in the summer. It’s that gritty thing that bothers me the most, probably.If you’re going to be caught up in a heat wave, do it right. Find a village or...

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“In The Heat of the Moment” by Eve Naden

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She’d stolen his headphones again. Aaron paused on the threshold, peering into the living room beyond the glass doors. Wafting his face with a comic book, he managed to loosen his collar. Even so, sweat pulsed through the pores of his skin, almost drowning his senses in the stench of ammonia. He really wasn’t built for this weather. Panting, he stepped toward the grand armchair which sat adjacent to the bookshelf on the far side of the room. The armchair where his sister, Martha, was typing on her bright pink laptop under the watchful ...

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“Heat or Hell?” by 𝕂𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕒 🏵 𝕧𝕒𝕟 ℕ𝕚𝕖𝕜𝕖𝕣𝕜 🏵

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Heatwave. Again.Ugh!!! Angela Windrow thought for the umpteenth time this summer. Everything was so hot and felt so heavy. She was sitting outside her grandparent’s mini market. Her parents had dumped her with them for the summer again, even though they knew it was practically the hottest place on earth, and that she HATED being hot and having to try and cool down. Her parents were pilots. Yes; both of them, which usually meant that she was over at a “friend” for most of the time. But this time, her parents were going to be away for quite a ...

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“Hot as Hell” by S. Closson

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There is something ungodly about a heatwave. There’s just no getting comfortable when it’s too hot, you know? In my opinion, the cold is much more manageable. I mean, all you have to do to stay warm is keep moving or pile on the blankets and you’ll be alright for the most part. But with this heat, this unbearable, muggy heat, there is almost no relief, only the curse of seemingly eternal moistness. I know life in the city is supposed to be this love letter to Western society, where opportunities run abound and dreams come true, bu...

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Write a story about another day in a heatwave.

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✍️ 178 stories

“Midnight sun” by E. Jude

“Heatwave ” by Palak Shah

“A Hundred Days” by Ryan Lieb

“The Day They Came” by Conan Helsley

“Julie” by Tvisha Yerra

“Consequences” by Catherine Stevens

“Number Theory” by Nandan Prasad

“LOST” by Bianka Nova

“heat, july” by Masha Kurbatova

“Desperate Measures” by Deborah Mercer

“18.01528” by Joshua G. J. Insole

“Keeps Me Burnin’, Burnin’” by Kathleen March

“In The Heat of the Moment” by Eve Naden

“Heat or Hell?” by 𝕂𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕒 🏵 𝕧𝕒𝕟 ℕ𝕚𝕖𝕜𝕖𝕣𝕜 🏵

“Hot as Hell” by S. Closson

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