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Set your story before, during, or right after a storm.

Posted in Angst on Dec 5, 2025

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The Storm That Took My Voice

Submitted to Contest #332

One more day, just one more day. Come on, you can do it, you can survive it. That`s what I tell myself, over and over, like a broken mantra scraping the inside of my brain.It`s hard, God, it`s hard, but it can`t rain all the time, right?That line spins in my head like it`s trying to hold me together.I love that quote, I love that movie "The Crow", the rain, the grief, the hope crawling out of the wreckage. Some days I feel like I`m all three at once.Today I have a very important appointment, and I wake up counting my steps, as if the numbers...

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Tyrone the evader

Submitted to Contest #332

Leonard squinted at the clouds and sniffed as a few light drops spattered his ruddy nose. Brooding — but he reckoned he still had a few good hours yet. Behind him, the winch groaned as it lowered the pitted, sun-bleached dinghy into the sea.The shallows licked at his ankles. A lone strand of seaweed drifted past and caught his eye. He followed its slow spin, digesting his thoughts, then glanced back at the empty boat-launch car park. Peters By The Sea — “Serving the best snapper in the west, all year” — was even closed. Not a soul.He turned ...

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Hexium

Submitted to Contest #332

Earth was named after the ground, for that is where its resources hid. Indra, was colonised for its skies. A familiar blue reigned over the planet, which was slowly being painted gold by the setting of its giant, red sun. Streaks of violet highlighted the valuable hexium gas pockets, staining the swarms of human ships that circled them. The foreign star birthed a light show that could help even the lowliest worker forget the ugliness of the surface. Yet, Tybalt allowed only a sparing glance for the beauty of it. He turned his gaze toward the...

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Covering the Ugly

Shortlisted for Contest #332 ⭐️

Frederick Bond walked briskly down the sidewalk heading for the pharmacy. It was unseasonably warm in Chicago for mid-October, and his fine wool topcoat was unbuttoned and swung freely as he walked. Still, gloves felt good.Heavy gray clouds pushed back on the sun’s attempts to get the day started, but the city ran on its own schedule. Delivery trucks and vans were starting to fill the streets and alleyways, supplying all manners of produce and products to Chi-Town businesses. The quantity of things a person might acquire still fascinated F...

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Delilah's Daughter

Submitted to Contest #332

Delilah’s Daughter The pink poui blossoms wined in the Caribbean wind, petals gyrating rhythmically across the yard. Delilah Brown sat on the low stone wall, her bare feet brushing the earth, eyes fixed on the distant hills. A picture of John, the boy she loved, wavering in her mind. Pa’s cough echoed from inside, reminding her of the weight she carried even at sixteen. In this world, a girl carried more than herself; she carried family, survival, expectation. The biggest ball of the year would come in a fortnight. Every daughter of the tow...

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The Sound from the Hills

Submitted to Contest #332

“Storm’s coming," Linda thought as she opened her eyes to a darkness so complete she wasn’t sure she’d woken at all. The moon had vanished during the night, taking with it the soft silver glow that usually seeped through her curtains. For hours she had tossed under the weight of several blankets, imagining lightning slipping through a crack in her window and striking her. Somehow, she’d fallen asleep anyway, only to wake up sweaty and tangled in sheets. Her phone blinked an apologetic 09:42. The sun was nowhere to be seen. Work was cancelled...

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Group

Submitted to Contest #332

The rain was pounding down on my car, and I could feel myself starting to panic.I’d avoided driving in the rain ever since the accident, and I’d tried my best to avoid it tonight, but Kimberly begged me to come and I’ve never been able to say no to my older sister.There was a flash of light, and I slammed on the brakes in the middle of the empty road, peering in front of my car. Nothing was there; no one was there. No vehicle, no person. The grief group Kimberly and I had been attending was located in a red brick building on the campus of a ...

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Triton & Tug Tours

Submitted to Contest #332

Part of a Children’s story. Triton and Tug Tours It was the strange sight of the huge whale, most of its body floating above the waterline, and the small, tiny tugboat waiting alongside for the morning high tide to rise to its highest level, that had attracted a small crowd of passersby. People wandered down to the waterside to find out why there was a huge whale and tiny boat floating just offshore in the Black Sea. They assembled on the shoreline and shouted at Triton the whale with their enquiring voices. “Are you OK, great whale?" "Where...

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The Storm That Brings it All Back

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Clouds on the horizon churned and fell over one another like angry mashed potatoes, and Ray watched them. He’d known for months, hell, they’d all known for months. It was the storm to end all storms, or, rather, the storm to end all people. An anomaly, they’d called it. Ray smirked, still watching the clouds gather over the ocean, feeling the winds pick up around him. An anomaly. Storms, no matter their size, were as regular as anything Ray could imagine. He’d seen hundreds, perhaps thousands in his lifetime, ranging from small thunderstorms...

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Red Sky at Morning

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Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky at morning, sailor’s warning. Those words rattle in my head. They tumble from ear to ear in time with the rocking of the boat. I’m sitting at the stern, hand on the rudder. The boy is kneeling at the bow, untangling the net. The boat is inching along. All sails are out with full sheets given, searching for any breeze. My eyes, squinting in the morning sun, scan the blushing horizon in search of any other signs of trouble. Nothing yet. We’re almost there, just a little further. We shouldn’t be out, ...

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Of Blankets and Kimchi Stew

Submitted to Contest #332

Sensitive content: implied previous domestic abuse -- It was supposed to just be a movie night. “You need to get out of the house," his roommate, Taeyang, had said. “Seojin and I were going to watch a couple of old rom-coms. I’m sure he’d love to see you tag along.” Jiho had scowled at him. “I don’t want to crash a date night with you and your new boyfriend.” But Taeyang had insisted, and even though Jiho wasn’t overly fond of movies in general, he couldn’t find an excuse good enough to get out of it. He’d spent the whole day nervous enough ...

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The Eye

Submitted to Contest #332

Pain reverberated through my fist as it collided again and again against the doors of the Northern Ice Palace. Its nickname was accurate if not creative; the imposing structure towered over the land, supposedly housing the power that protected locals from the true extremes of winter within its ice-coated exterior. I stood alone facing the front entrance, my raps mirroring the begging words that plagued my mind: words that I wished I could scream into the faces of the gods themselves. Help. Please. Your protection over us is fading. We need ...

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The Steakhouse

Submitted to Contest #332

Bonnie didn’t come into work on Thursday, because the storm destroyed her shoes. Bonnie keeps all her shoes in one part of her closet, and wouldn’t you know it, that’s the part that caved in when the rain was coming down like “Noah get the boat” and she told everybody she was under the weather, but really, she was just shoeless and you can’t show up with no shoes on even if everybody feels bad for you, because of your house. The steakhouse is a Joe Jeremiah’s and they have high standards for their employees. The JJ’s we worked at was right o...

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Rain and Reckoning

Submitted to Contest #332

Cormac was standing in the rain when he realized he’d turned the wrong way on purpose.It wasn’t a heroic storm. Just March along the Tennessee/Kentucky border—low sky, steady rain, the kind that soaked you without ceremony. The neon shamrock over O’Paddy’s door bled green into the puddles at his boots. Water slipped off the awning in thin, cold ropes. Fort Campbell Boulevard hissed behind him with passing tires.He let the rain run down the back of his collar. Let it remind him where he was.“Forty goes home,” he muttered. “Twenty-four don’t.”...

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The Earth that Remembers

Submitted to Contest #332

Where the Earth Keeps SecretsThe snow started before dawn, thin and breathy, not much more than a rumour in the dark. It came in without fuss, turning the world the way a hand turns a page. I woke to the sound of soft grit against the cabin window and knew the day had shifted. Cold held the air in a steady grip. My breath rose and stalled there.I lit the stove and waited for the old iron to stop its complaining. The cabin smelled of ash and pine and the wool I’d hung too close to the heat the night before. I drank the first mug standing by t...

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