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Write a story where it’s raining men, literally or metaphorically.

Posted in Valentine's Day on Oct 26, 2022

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✍️ 24 stories

A Pale Flood

Shortlisted for Contest #112 ⭐️

Content warning: cannibalism, graphic violence, goreThey were in the stairwell when it started raining.Sergeant Vanya Kraz bent her ear to the sound, even as her booted feet continued to trample up the flaking ochre steps; muted bass thumping to counterpoint the drumroll reverberations from the armored men and women of the 6th Urban Pacification and Counter-Terror Group.Strange, she thought. The skies had been clear when they’d deployed, a crisp autumnal morning that had smarted the eyes, its brilliance intensified against the wan skein of t...

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Monsters

Submitted to Contest #112

“Mommy, I want to go home.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to swallow the scream building in my throat. "This is your home now, sweetie." Rosie crossed her arms. She had been a nightmare all morning, sliding around on the hardwood floor in socks and nothing else, barely dodging the buckets set out for the leaky roof. She was so delighted by my fruitless attempts to catch her that it had become her favorite game every time I dried to dress her. Jason never had a problem getting her ready; she always listened to him the fi...

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The Misdeeds of Annalise Eiseman

Submitted to Contest #112

Despite her best efforts, Annalise Eiseman has yet to find the right man, and it’s starting to really bother her.She’s 31, has a successful career, and she’s attractive, with golden brown hair that falls in waves down her back, naturally dark eyelashes, and oversized retro glasses that cover almost half her face. Yet, love slips by her like spring scents in the wind, settling instead among her coworkers, whose wedding invitations she unlocks from the mailbox in her lobby, even now that everything else has gone electronic. But this is no...

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A Spring Culling

Submitted to Contest #112

TW: violenceGbemi “That’ll be fifty nine dollars.” The male cashier, a handsome muscular man whose name tag read Kemar said as he bagged the items Gbemi put on the counter at Forever 21. It had been the perfect day, in every way and she wanted to end it by treating herself to some new outfits. She found a blouse that took her breath away, calling her best friend Abike to brag about how the store must have known she was coming and put their best stuff out. She spent some time flirting with Kemar, paying little mind to the long line ...

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Falling; A 9/11 Story

Submitted to Contest #112

The gunshots rang in the distance, their cover was getting shredded by enemy rounds and explosives. Private Luke Roberts of the 1st Battalion fought ferociously, his M16 was scorched due to the number of bullets he was firing. However, it was not enough, the situation was hopeless and the squad went down, one by one. Waiting for his time to come, Luke muttered a prayer and continued to retaliate against the army ahead of him.  “Take cover!” The ominous shadow of an explosive loomed over Luke as he dove into the nearby sand. Kaboom!...

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Dammit, Patterson!

Submitted to Contest #112

“Dammit, Patterson!” by Elizabeth Fenley When the screaming started, the smart thing to do would have been to run away. Unfortunately, as I ran toward the noise, I admitted to myself that I am just not that smart. Collins grabbed my arm, “You are not going without me.” I shook his hand off my arm. “Of course not. I might need a human shield.” “Dammit, Patterson!” I heard his boots landing heavily behind me, and then quickly beside me. The next second, he was in front of me. “See? I knew you’d make a great human shield. You already have this ...

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Good Over Evil

Submitted to Contest #112

Grayson tried to focus his eyes and blinked rapidly. The face above him was blurry but he recognized it just the same. He rubbed his eyes and his vision cleared. He looked up at the face again and was in disbelief not because of the face but for other reasons.  “It’s about time you woke up, Grayson, my son.” The face said. “Look, for the last time I am not your son and where am I?”  “All in good time Grayson, all in good time you will have all the answers to your questions.” The man said in a low voice.  Grayson could ...

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Reborn

Submitted to Contest #112

It was on a Wednesday when the first body dropped. When I first got called to the scene, there was a certain mood in the air. The officers chattering among themselves softly, and there were uneasy stares. “It’s not a good one Detective.” Jones, one of the uniforms, told me. And he was right.It was not the bare flesh that scared me, neither did the bones protruding out of his skin, nor did his wide eyes. It was the mark he bore. It was a big evil eye symbol scarred on his abdomen. The same kind of symbol that my wife wears on her neck. T...

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Storm of Gods

Submitted to Contest #112

*THUMP* You know that moment when you get woke up from a deep sleep but don't know why or what woke you up? Trying to squint and focus my eyes, I grab my phone to see what time it is. 3:47 am, great. I lay the phone back down on my nightstand. I sling my covers off and sit up, because of course, now I've got to pee. Why does this happen? The first night in two months that I was able to fall asleep early, and for whatever reason, my body says, nope, not tonight, Daphne. *THUMP THUMP* I almost pee myself, "What the hell was that?" Switching on...

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Its Raining Men

Submitted to Contest #112

18/09/2021 Its raining men!!! Well, here I am, a widow of 10 years. I’m just starting to come out from behind the long black cloud. Grief at my darling Husbands sudden passing kept me going for all these years. Now however, my children were getting worried about me living all alone. I guess they wanted to stop feeling guilty about leaving me home all alone, day after lonely day. To be fair, they were genuinely concerned about my social life. Or lack thereof. My husband Stephen was a quiet muso. I know a contradiction in terms.&...

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The Rain Man

Submitted to Contest #112

Clouds of dark grey swarmed in the sky, making the early morning feel like night, Ashley’s Keurig made sad whistling tones as it poured out her coffee. She sipped it, burning the tip of her tongue, cursing, she rushed to pour some water to soothe it. Ashley opened her daily planner trying to ignore her screaming tongue and checked breakfast off the things-to-do list section. The prompt underneath asked her to jot down some things she was grateful for. Coffee that doesn’t burn your tongue, getting to skip work- she scratched that out and star...

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The Day I Learned to Fly

Submitted to Contest #112

CW: suicide I shove open the office doors and stumble out into the blazing heat of Phoenix.“Hey, Peter,” a voice calls from behind and I curse under my breath. I was hoping to get to my car before he’d followed me downstairs.“Sorry, Carl, I have somewhere to be,” I pant, stealing a glance at him. His face is red, not from the heat, but from our boss yelling at him for the last 10 minutes.“Where have you got to be? You never go anywhere,” Carl protests, and then his voice lowers, “you kind of threw me under the bus back there, man.”“Sorry, Ca...

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Liberation

Submitted to Contest #112

‘The final test, the final test. Overcome the self, overcome it. Overcome the self,’ the voice in the machine repeated to me, whispering, slithering into my mind, and my heart in exasperation strove towards those burning words, ‘overcome the self. Overcome the self. Overcome the self.’Life is really nothing more than a chain of suffering, one ring of pain after another. A joy is a joy only temporarily before it vanishes, leaving a hollow space behind. Vanity of vanities – all is vanity.I was seated in the hull of a giant ship, preparing...

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"Reincarnation at 100,000 Feet"

Submitted to Contest #112

                            “Reincarnation at 100,000 Feet” Matthew walked into the room. It was like everywhere he was completely white. The tables, chairs, walls, even the beaming lights from above. He sat down in his military uniform. He wasn't wearing this uniform at the time of the battle. He was in camouflage. Now he was in full uniform. He would wear this for eternity.  He remembered the ba...

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THE UMBRELLA MAN

Submitted to Contest #112

THE UMBRELLA MAN When he had arrived in their city, almost twenty years ago____and he had been an illegal immigrant for a long time, without a residence permit_____Vassilli had sold umbrellas in the streets, stationing ( stationed) at traffic lights, at bus stops, but also at the exit of cinemas, theaters, schools, since it always happened that more than some people were outside without an umbrella, when it suddenly started to rain. Probably the rumor that Vassilli made it rain had originated fro...

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