Write a story about another day in a heatwave.

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“Raging Sun” by Jan H

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“Move.”“Move.”“Move.”“Soldier, get those civilians to the bunkers,” commanded the sergeant.“Sarge, the bunkers are full, we have to turn back.”“Not an option soldier, get those civilians to safety.”Screams echoed through the tunnels, and the acrid smell of scorched flesh filled the air. Terrified colonists packed into the narrow shafts leading to the bunkers.An intense heatwave blasted the region. Powerful solar flares bombarded the area and grew more extreme throughout the day. Never in the colony’s history had such a catastrophic event occ...

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“Frontliner” by Saron Mengistu

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The fluorescent rays contorted as they fell off the glaring sun. The sweltering heat, the moist humidity, and the fact that half a dozen men were in the infirmary with heat stroke made Admiral Miles Hallaway tense.Where he had skin, he had sweat. His head felt like it was bulging, the veins slithering his arms were thick and swelled, and all over him, there was a dull burning, as if molten lead had replaced blood. The heatwave was inexplicably hot. So hot that sitting under a shaded tree did nothing.And it was even worse, during the COVID-19...

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“The Hottest Year at Summer Camp” by R. E. Dressler

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“And that’s why the summers at Camp Pinewood keep getting hotter and hotter every year,” I concluded, clicking off the flashlight which was held beneath my chin. Satisfied with the stunned and disturbed facial expressions I was receiving from the campers, I gave a smirk, “Alright, girls, off to bed now.” The orange light from the once crackling fire had now diminished to a faint red glow of embers. It produced just enough light to outline the tiny shifting bodies that had begun departing the campfire. As expected, the usual complaints and mo...

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“Summer Strikes With Fury” by Brandon Johnson

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The buzzing of cicadas dissolved into the wind and settled around my ears. Their sound was soothing to listen to as I slowly walked further down the lonely road. I inhaled deeply and could smell the scent of baking asphalt. Summer was in full force today and it turned everything it touched into a potential ingredient for a nice hot pie.I had minimal tools at my disposal to combat my potential cooking. I briefly took shelter under a grand oak tree to access my things. I sat down and took my light backpack off while I opened it up with much an...

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“Yeah, Daddy Moon Cheese!” by Rose CG

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The evening brings a warm summer breeze that brushes my hair about my sweaty, dirty face. I am five, and my sisters and I are dancing and screaming all around our new backyard because it is moving day. The brownness of the dry grass, no running water, or working lights does not deter us from celebrating the day. Before this, the summer is a difficult time for my parents; they struggle to take care of us. We lost our home back in May. We are living like a pack of sardines in my parents' station wagon in grandma Dela's backyard. A fence o...

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“The Death Well” by Kartik P.

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He looked up to the sky expectantly. Shit. He turned around, and faced the front door. I will count to ten. Of course, things will change. I am sure. Ten, nine, eight ….Once again he stared at the sky. He squinted, and then finally gave up. The sun was having none of it. The sky was still clear, and there was to be no respite from the heatwave. The sun took unholy joy in tormenting its dependents, it seemed. This had been going on for weeks now. The inhabitants of the town, who used to flock the main road and the markets at al...

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“It’s Always an Interesting Day When Your Shoes Are Melted into the Ground” by Lily Kingston

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So there I was, stuck in the blistering heat and a sweat-soaked summer dress, standing only fifteen feet from the sweet, sweet sanctuary that was Little’s Mama’s Big Ice Cream Shoppe—the only ice cream shop is town when the small was more than half a gallon of ice cream plopped onto a skinny cone that would scream under the weight of it if it wasn’t an animate object. But alas, there I was, foiled by my own shoes. Melted into the freaking street. “I told you making your own shoes from recycled plastic was a bad idea, Pele,” My girlfriend, B...

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“The Billionaire and the Fairies.” by Len Mooring

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The Billionaire and the Fairies. “You’re expending energy in this heat to no avail if you are waving your hand for coolness. Get a fan, or better still, get your gear off and join me and we can frolic. A girl of your charms should use them before you lose them. They’ll not be wasted on me, I’m tantalised already and you’re still dressed.’ I’ve tended to find that delectable girls, or women, come to that, respond to a direct approach, especially if it's from billionaires of which I was a fully paid-up member of that clan. Money isn’t ...

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“AC” by Kendall Defoe

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The cats were furious. When Albert rolled over and felt the raw heat of the sunlight in the airless room, he was very angry. But it was not just his anger. There was Carey next door in the place they shared a balcony with; he did not like the weather, either. He did not like the way things were going. The heat, the sun, the lack of a cool space during the day that was near their food and water bowls, and then all of that fur to live with made their lives very difficult. They had every right to feel angry. This...

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“Victoria’s Secret!” by P. Jean

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(Write a story about another day in a heatwave.) ~~~~~ This morning I planned to get a very early start to beat the heat and the disasters that seem to befall all of us at the worst times. So far this week, I have been in the wrong lane when a car ahead of me overheated and sent clouds of steam billowing from it’s radiator. Of course everyone quickly tried to move over a lane and it became immediate gridlock causing two more cars to blow their radiators too. It was a mess. Yesterday I felt things were go...

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“Simply ain't no place like Manila” by Jamie Limbaga

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Note: Manong or Mang is a term of respect and familiarity for older men, typically men who are old enough to be grandparents. Ate (pronounced ah-teh) usually means older sister, but is also used as a term of respect and familiarity, typically for women who are older but not quite old enough to be parents or grandparents. These are terms usually used to address street vendors or owners of small, neighborhood shops/businesses that are an acknowledgement of being identified as part of a community. Jeeps in this story refer to a standard fo...

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“Choppin' for the Queen” by Joshua Scott Hotchkin Wordpress.dungherder.com

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In the seventeen summers Gus has spent living on the streets, this year is the worst. All those other summers contained options, like a cool library or fast food bathroom, but this summer contains only hunger, pain and delirium. The heatwave has been going on for weeks, and Gus can actually feel his socks growing into the fabric of his foot as a result of the constant layer of foul moisture that connects the two surfaces. He stretches out in the foyer of one of the city's many boarded up businesses and cools off the best he can before he has...

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“THE MAN OF THE SUMMER” by Ahunna Ike-Njoku

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The hotness of the summer sun is nothing compared to that of your village. That village you were born and bred, the village that imposed a darker shade of black on your tender skin. In the face of a supposed heatwave, you feel the cool breeze of winter engulf you in it's warmest embrace. You are almost tempted to put on your grey coloured, hand woven, knee length cardigan. It's the same cardigan your "Uncle America" gifted you on your first trip abroad. "When those people are feeling cold, it means you are supposed to feel cold. Wear this ca...

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“Keeping Bree” by Aveena Bordeaux

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She always ran around with it and always whispered an “Okay, you can come out now,” every time she thought nobody was listening or near her. The girl’s name was Vivian Woods and her friend’s was Bree. Vivian and Bree spent loads of time together, more 24/7, and this was because Bree was in the small, battered, and peeling children’s story book Vivian carried around with her everywhere she went – the store, the park, even the bathroom.School had been out...

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“Heatwave” by Daisy Torres

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The day the world ended, I stood in front of the fridge.In my excuse, it was hot—and I don't just mean hot, I mean completely, fully, hot. The kind of hot where dirt sticks to the folds of your skin and the crevices of your wrists and elbows—where tablespoons of sweat poor down your body, starting at your forehead and burning your eyes as it rolls down your back, neck and legs. It was so hot, I heard reports that people's plastic shoes were literally melting to the pavement outside.I embraced the chill from the fridge, but even that slight d...

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Write a story about another day in a heatwave.

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✍️ 177 stories

“Raging Sun” by Jan H

“Frontliner” by Saron Mengistu

“The Hottest Year at Summer Camp” by R. E. Dressler

“Summer Strikes With Fury” by Brandon Johnson

“Yeah, Daddy Moon Cheese!” by Rose CG

“The Death Well” by Kartik P.

“It’s Always an Interesting Day When Your Shoes Are Melted into the Ground” by Lily Kingston

“The Billionaire and the Fairies.” by Len Mooring

“AC” by Kendall Defoe

“Victoria’s Secret!” by P. Jean

“Simply ain't no place like Manila” by Jamie Limbaga

“Choppin' for the Queen” by Joshua Scott Hotchkin Wordpress.dungherder.com

“THE MAN OF THE SUMMER” by Ahunna Ike-Njoku

“Keeping Bree” by Aveena Bordeaux

“Heatwave” by Daisy Torres

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