Where the Rain Falls Red

Submitted into Contest #53 in response to: Write a story about summer love — the quarantine edition.... view prompt


Romance Lesbian

On the planet Catharsis, summer was not a joyous affair. In fact, it was quite the opposite. During the hotter months, it rained constantly. It fell in torrents and sheets, leaving everything drenched. As if that weren't bad enough, it was no ordinary rain. It was a toxic rain, stained red from the radioactive particles floating in the upper atmosphere. If caught in a storm, 90% of the population would fall gravely ill and die painfully soon after exposure. The only people who lived on Catharsis were those who were not filthy rich enough to leave or the 10% who were immune. Being as it was it was no tourist destination, it wasn't long before Catharsis was destroyed to make way for a direct route to Yaltoise, a year-round tourist tropical paradise. In the few centuries Catharsis did exist, little happened that gained the attention of the other planets around it, but that doesn't mean nothing interesting never happened. One especially hazardous summer comes to mind. 

Lizzie was a far from ordinary girl. For one, she was immune to the rain. Sure, it annoyed her to no end. She could never wear white or any other light coloured article of clothing, for fear of it getting stained, but it never affected her physically. The second point of interest was her appearance. Most of the people of Catharsis looked washed out like a faded photograph. They were pale and lanky, with dull grey eyes and mousy brown or blonde hair. Their clothes were old and worn, people trying to save their zils for more important things during the self-quarantine. The summer months were hard on everyone, except Lizzie. She had life to her. With her kinky ginger hair and sparkling green eyes, she still had a purpose to her steps that had yet to be beaten out of her. This leads to our third fact; Lizzie was born off world. She had come to this godforsaken planet for college using her parents’ vast wealth. She wanted some peace and quiet, and that's exactly what she got. During the summer, she had the streets to herself. Life was simple. 

On the first day of the most interesting summer of her life, she opened her cabinet to find that all her food looked extraordinary unappetizing. She was craving something fresh, maybe some fruit. That was the only thing she missed. Most of the food on Catharsis was either preserved or dehydrated. In order to get something fresh, she'd have to spend the majority of her remaining monthly stipend. Still, she didn't know if she could stomach another helping of dried SpaceKelp™ and protein pills. Stuffing her feet into a pair of galoshes, she grabbed her umbrella from beside the door and made her way to the store. Her neighbours peeked at her anxiously from behind their curtains as she passed. She ignored them as usual, focusing on the wind threatening to blow her over. She made it to the store without incident and mostly dry. Scouring the isles, the most lively thing she found was a freezer full of red fish like creatures. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. She never liked fish, and she had an even worse vendetta against Tarricks. They were too scaly yet hairy at the same time, with sharp teeth lining the insides of their five stomaches. Appetite further lessened, Lizzie settled with some Bopcore jerky and a handful of Twinkies. The Dan-droid at the counter was powered off due to inactivity, so she handled the transaction herself and promptly left. 

The rain had slackened slightly in her absence, a faint hint of sunlight peeking through the clouds. It was because of this that Lizzie saw the girl struggling along with no umbrella. Her clothes were plastered to her skin and she seemed to be shivering. Lizzie made her way over to her as well as she could. She held out her umbrella for the girl to take. The girl shook her head, saying something that couldn’t be heard over the sound of the pouring rain. Lizzie leaned in closer to her, shielding them both under her umbrella. 

“I don’t need it, I'm already soaked,” the girl practically shouted. 

Lizzie insisted, gesturing for her to take it. She did, and, with her hands now free, Lizzie took off her jacket and draped it over the shivering girl. 

“Which way are you going?” Lizzie asked. 

The girl pointed in the same direction as Lizzie’s house, so they walked away together. The rain made it hard to talk, but she didn’t know what she could say to this strange, small girl. Lizzie kept sneaking glances at her from the corner of her eye. She wasn’t shivering anymore but was still soaked thoroughly. She had the same mousey brown hair as most of the other inhabitants. She looked average, a little on the shorter side but that was a blessing in itself. The smaller you are, the less food you need consume. It was hard to believe this girl was one of the immune. Without knowing it, Lizzie passed right by her house, the neighbours staring at her less fearful and more curious. They walked on, past the mixed cluster of buildings posing as neighbourhoods. They slowed when they came to the downtown portion of the city that bustled in the midwinter. Right now, though, it was deserted. The girl delicately picked her way across the sidewalk littered with scattered stones to enter the old theatre. Lizzie followed suit. 

Inside, it was cool and dry and serenely quiet. No, that wasn’t quite right. There was a faint melody seemingly emanating from the very walls themselves. It was a strange, haunting song that echoed through the foyer. Lizzie took a step forward, trying to find the sound’s origin. It sounded like it was coming from the auditorium. She strode in, captivated. It was empty as well, chairs sat vacant facing the stage waiting for the curtain to rise. She made her way towards the stage, the sound growing gradually louder. She climbed the side stairs and ducked behind the curtain. She could hear the melody clearly now. It was coming from a beaten-up record player in the corner. Scattered amongst the old set pieces were a dozen or so paintings, some covered with sheets. Lizzie took the cover off one. It depicted a little girl, painted in the same blood red pigment as all the others. She took the cover off another. It was a man filled with fury so concentrated it sent chills down Lizzie’s spine. 

“That’s my father.” 

Lizzie jumped at the sound of her voice. Frankly, she had forgotten about her. The girl held out Lizzie’s coat, an unreadable expression on her face. Lizzie looked back at the portrait and made a split-second decision. 

“Keep it,” she said, “I have another just like it.” 

The girl looked taken aback. 

“What do you want in return?” she asked, quizzically. 

Lizzie realized the girl wouldn’t believe her just being nice. With more quick thinking, she devised a solution. 

“Be my friend,” she said, putting on her brightest smile. 

The girl thought for a moment, looking Lizzie up and down and furrowing her eyebrows. 

She finally smiled back, holding out her hand, “Alright, I'm Rin.” 

“I’m Lizzie,” she shook Rin’s hand, “Nice to make your acquaintance.” 


Thus, began a summer that time never forgot. 

A couple weeks passed, and the theatre had become their prime hangout location. As it turns out, Rin was living there to escape her father. The paintings were hers, coloured in the rainwater filling the streets. The record player she had stolen from her father. Right now, it was silent. The two girls were too busy to change it over. They were decked out on the floor in a pile of blankets eating SpaceKelp™ chips, the rain outside beating a steady rhythm against the roof. Lizzie popped another chip into her mouth and grimaced, wrinkling her nose. 

“I don’t see how you can eat these,” she said, discarding her bag. 

Rin laughed, “I don’t see how you can be so picky.” 

“I guess my pallet is a bit more refined.” 

“Right, rich girl, if you call Twinkies refined,” Rin teased. 

“Hey! This rich girl is paying for your meals right now,” Lizzie shot back. 

“From your parents’ bank account.” 

“They said as long as I'm here, they would support me.” 

“Why would you ever leave your home world to come here of all places?” Rin asked, "And don't give me that college excuse again."

Lizzie unwrapped a Twinkie, “I guess I needed an escape. I was tired of being used. I had just broken up with my most recent boyfriend whom I had less feelings for than the girls he was cheating on me with, and my parents were arranging another affluent boy to take his place.” 

“No, are you serious?” Rin looked aghast. 

Lizzie nodded, trying to look severe with a Twinkie half hanging out of her mouth. 

Rin attempted to choke back a laugh unsuccessfully. 

“Stop it,” Lizzie hit her with a pillow, making her laugh even harder. 

“I’m sorry,” Rin said through tears of mirthful laughter, “You’re just so hard to take seriously.” 

Lizzie crossed her arms, pouting, “Am not.” 

Rin gave her a look, “Whatever you say, princess. Do you want any more of this?” she held up the almost empty bag of Bopcore jerky. 

“No, you can have it.” 

“Thanks, do you want my last Twinkie?” 

“I thought you’d never ask,” Lizzie took it from her with a grateful smile. 

They thoughtfully chewed on their respective snacks in peace for a few minutes before Rin broke the silence. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“You just did,” Lizzie joked. 

“Ha ha real funny, I'm being serious here.” 

“Alright, Sirius, what is it?” 

“When you said that you liked the girls your ex slept with more than your ex himself, does that mean-” 

“That I only like girls?” Lizzie interrupted, “I suppose so. Why?” 

“Just curious, I guess.” 

Lizzie looked over at her newfound friend. She could see the effort it took Rin to not squirm in her seat. 


More squirming, “Yeah?” 

“Why did you want to know?” 

Rin stared at the floor, biting her lip and twisting her fingers into knots. 

Lizzie moved closer to her and pushed her chin up so she couldn’t avoid her gaze. Still, Rin shifted her eyes around as if looking for an escape. 

“Rin, please look at me.” 

Rin's hesitant gold eyes met Lizzie’s green ones and it was as if something clicked into place. 

Lizzie brushed her thumb against Rin’s lips.

She leaned in, "Is this okay?"

"Yes," Rin said, no louder than a breath.

They leaned together as close as they could without touching, and then,they were kissing.

The rain thundered on outside, and Rin's father was looking for her, and Lizzie's parents were wondering what to do about their wayward daughter, but none of it mattered. They were finally together at last.

"Was that what you wanted to know?"


August 07, 2020 00:03

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Authoring Studio
23:59 Aug 10, 2020

I really loved how you went onto a different planet entirely. Whenever quarantine is mentioned, we tend to usually think of the present situation on earth. Well written!


Elliot Thomas
00:11 Aug 11, 2020

Thank you


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Nandan Prasad
08:29 Aug 11, 2020

Hey, wonderful story! I loved the concept of quarantine from rain on another planet. Extremely imaginative. I also really liked the ending. Well-written and keep writing!


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12:51 Jan 29, 2021

This kind of gave me Neil Gaiman vibes a little at the beginning... I like how you change your style so easily, wrapping in different vibes with ease. Once again, the dialogue felt so real and true!


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Creative spin on the prompt. I loved reading it and found myself scanning over the same lines over and over again.


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Khizra Aslam
05:02 Aug 19, 2020

This is a unique piece of writing. The narration and dialogues are nice and interesting to read. Keep writing and keep sharing. Take care :)


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02:48 Aug 19, 2020

I love other worlds. Once again you have stretched the imagination without bogging it with strange terms and awkward phrases. I love it. I love history. I enjoyed the tidbits about the planet and how it was abandoned by most. Keep writing and be true!


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B. W.
01:12 Aug 19, 2020

I don't know what really to say except its really good! i say i'll give you a 10/10.


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Rose CG
06:54 Aug 16, 2020

Your story was easy to follow. I like the world-building and dialog. Stay safe!


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Alexi Delavigne
01:14 Aug 16, 2020

Looking forward to part 2 :) really liked your description of the world, it was so creative but still easy to follow, good work!


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The writing is good. I would suggest that you frame the eventual romance in terms of a conflict. You could do that by introducing the exboyfriend and parents desire for marriage earlier in the story and filling it in a bit. And maybe some feelings of loneliness with deeper explanation. Then the reveal and romance can come at the end and resolve both issues, giving the reader some catharsis of their own. Keep the words coming!


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Tvisha Yerra
15:01 Aug 11, 2020

Wow, great story! Loved the cute ending.


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Charles Stucker
21:59 Aug 10, 2020

First point, I only comment when I think a person shows talent. OK, a little on editing. "Inside, it was cool and dry and serenely quiet. No, that wasn’t quite right. There was a faint melody seemingly emanating from the very walls themselves. It was a strange, haunting song that echoed through the foyer." Lots of words to say, "Inside, was cool and dry and serenely quiet with a faint, haunting melody coming from the walls and echoing in the foyer." One thing a lot of novices fall into is either Hemingway of Dickens pattern. I lean Hem...


Elliot Thomas
23:00 Aug 10, 2020

Thank you! Your advice will be very helpful to me in writing the second part. Thank you for taking your time to read my story. I hope you have a good day.


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Elliot Thomas
00:18 Aug 07, 2020

Hey guys 👋 I'm not sure when I'm going to finish part two, but it's going to be (in my opinion) the better of the two halves, so hang in there til then. Love you guys. Keep writing ♥️


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