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

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“To the ground whence all things came ” by Ruth Zschoche

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TW: sexual situations, violence, gender dynamicsIf all went well, she would find a Mate tonight. There were only a few hills between her current position and the Mating Valley. If she made it there by the time the third sun set, she would be able to find a nice low, sheltered position. Once the Deluge started, the lower positions were always the most favorable. She would be ready.---The Deluge always came shortly after the last rays hit on the same day each year. Always the same, her mother told her, forever the same.This was the mantra that...

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“A Bucket to Catch the Rain” by Maureen MacLennan

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A Bucket to Catch the Rain The dried leaves would blow through the back door in the fall, people would go out and smoke and on a decent day they would just leave it open. It was an odd feeling kicking her way through a pile of desiccated plant matter on the way to the ladies’ room. Any other season in here and you could see the dark red patterned carpet. On this trip through the bar, she nodded at people she knew but with her bladder about to burst she didn’t spare the time for conversation. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t spoken to both the...

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“L'Oiseau Blanc (The White Bird)” by Vie L'cast

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Marcelle threw pebbles off the steep cliff that rose over the Dover Narrows. It was a clear May morning. The air so crisp, the sea so still, she could make out the English coastline in the distance. It was there, in England, where all her dreams resided. She imagined herself beautiful, married, useful. Her blonde, blue-eyed husband would enhance her ordinary features making their daughters the sight she never was. She would be gainfully employed too. Her brief medical training with the Americans had awaken a passion in her she never knew ...

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“The Drought of Men” by Joshie Nygaard

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First, a History To be honest, it was a relief when the last man finally dried up. For a while, I had nightmares of watching my Freddy crumble into a mound of flaky skin and bones. But we moved on. We had no choice. And we quickly realized this wasn’t a tragedy, but a godsend! We could finally throw off the chains of the patriarchy and reform the world in our own image. We could fix the world men had so badly broken. Oh, how naïve we were. The first decade went about as well as we had hoped. After the initial confusion and hesitancy wore o...

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“Everything Rains” by Claudio Murgia

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It is on days like these that I ask myself what the point of living is, days when it rains men and women. I will never get used to the sound of bones breaking. First is the scream of those who are falling to their deaths, because that was their destiny, and then that popping sound, like old branches. Yesterday it was raining wolves. So many wolves that we are sorted for the winter. It is up to God what the next rain brings. This is why we call them the tears of God. Where does God take all of these men and women and wolves and elephants fr...

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“When men rain...” by Katarína Krigovská

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There's a one day in past no one remembers... "I wish people could see that. No one is going to believe us." Miró put his camera on. "You were saying?" Tomazo smiled. His friend was always here to solve his non-existent crisis. "So, what are you going to say to our fans?" Tomazo stuttered. "We-we're about to jump from the plane, you know," When he spotted Miró, he added: ",with other members of Wackos International." Miró rolled his eyes at the nervous youngster. "Tomazo, Tomazo, what I am going to do with you? You're not scared o...

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“Arlington” by Ashley Ulery

Submitted to Contest #112

It feels unnatural to smile here, but I’m laughing aloud, mouth open to the sky. Our first visit, and we arrive at a crossroad, one to the Kennedy Gravesite and one to the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. He tells me how he viewed the ceremonial switch of Guards when he was in Scouts, and starts explaining the ceremony’s meaning to me, so I start walking up the hill to the left. As we approach the Tomb of the Unknown, I hear camera clicks and clucking tongues, which seems more unnatural than smiling. It’s the ceremonial switch of the Tomb G...

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“The Three Inches Beneath Him” by Nicholas Castine

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The first one landed with a splat face down in the drying mud. It had rained the night before, a downpour, but the skies weren’t satisfied with the damage done. The second one landed not far from the first, face up, witnessing the cloud of men falling to their deaths for a moment before he died himself. I took cover underneath the church entryway. People rushed from the sidewalks to the stores, some of them being crushed underneath falling bodies. “Why are they all men,” a boy who had taken cover next to me asked. “Hell is finall...

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“Blessing of Nereus ” by Amabel Macey

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An unfamiliar feeling floods my lungs and I become increasingly aware of my naked form, hugging the damp ground beneath me. I am vaguely aware that I am not alone, outlying cheers just audible amid the ringing in my ears. Panic crawls up my spine and clutches at my senses forcing me up despite my aching and uncoordinated limbs. Hundreds of fish lay rigid against the cobbled stones around me. Some are barely recognisable, reduced to puddles of soft, pink ooze on impact. For a moment I wondered how he had been so sure that I would not face the...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 24 stories

“To the ground whence all things came ” by Ruth Zschoche

“A Bucket to Catch the Rain” by Maureen MacLennan

“L'Oiseau Blanc (The White Bird)” by Vie L'cast

“The Drought of Men” by Joshie Nygaard

“Everything Rains” by Claudio Murgia

“When men rain...” by Katarína Krigovská

“Arlington” by Ashley Ulery

“The Three Inches Beneath Him” by Nicholas Castine

“Blessing of Nereus ” by Amabel Macey

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End your story with a character standing in the rain.

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The first rain of the season arrives. Write a story that begins immediately afterward.

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