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#112 Come Rain or Shine

From melancholy to cathartic to Singing-in-the-Rain-style joyful, rain somehow feels different every time. What’s certain is that rain often forms the backdrop to many of our human dramas — so this week’s prompts invite you to step into that downpour and let it soak you to the bones.

🥇 Winner

Take that Drink

Winner of Weekly Contest #112 🏆

CW: CovidWhen the rain finally came, it fell in torrents and as if making up for lost time, it kept on that way for three days and three nights. Dry cracked soil turned to mud and without the roots to hold onto it, the dirt began moving, sliding down the walls along the road, covering the throughways with mud. A house leaned on a steep hill until the support posts moved, leaving the rear hanging like a broken wing.*That summer it seemed like the world had been sprayed in dirt and ash. Leaves hung limp over dried up fruit that lay dead on the...

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⭐️ Shortlisted

Korea 2108

Shortlisted for Contest #112 ⭐️

cw: mature subject matter, violenceThe most dangerous weapons to the world are the ones that live and breathe.Welding sparks flew off Kang Choi-ri’s skin. A wire surgeon worked to fuse a speaker into his shoulder, binding the device against Kang’s steel-laced bones. He replaced patches of skin with pale-colored plates, switched to a solder, and wired the speaker into his muscle system.A radio played century-old rap music throughout the basement. Neon-lit posters on the wall showed men with mechanical arms, and women with color-changing lips....

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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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GIRL YOU WANT

Shortlisted for Contest #112 ⭐️

GIRL YOU WANT I met the girl of my dreams last week. I was away at college in Pennsylvania, attending my residency, a ten day reprieve from the Florida heat, my husband, and my kids. The first time I saw her, she was chatting on her cell phone in the restroom. I caught her reflection in the mirror and smiled. She didn’t seem to notice or was too wrapped up in her conversation to wave back. No matter, I thought. I was busy, myself. The next time I saw her, she was in class, reading aloud a rough draft of our latest assignment. The piec...

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The Southern Penitentiary for Invisible Individuals

Shortlisted for Contest #112 ⭐️

CW: violenceHow we got here is unimportant. What matters is we are here. For now, at least.We deal with the reality like most of us deal with weight gain.I must have drunk a lot of water today.That extra weight is because I'm wearing pants on the scale.It's innocent enough, especially if it helps you live a less worried life.So when the clouds begin to come together in a beautiful and dark ensemble, the rain will come down, and people will disappear. A single drop of the Earth's new premium beverage gives us a chance to go away. To exist onl...

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Seeds

Shortlisted for Contest #112 ⭐️

CW: fire, natural disasterSeeds “What the hell am I supposed to do with these?” I gaze at a packet of zinnia seeds that were tucked in with the supplies I just picked up from the Red Cross. “Masks, gloves, goggles – seeds? Seriously?!” I squeeze my eyes shut as I hold onto the scream that is forming in my throat. I stuff the seed packet into my back pocket.It’s the first time I’ve seen what’s left of our property. James and I wanted to drive up in one car, but one of us had to grab the hazmat stuff while the other dropped the girls...

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This week's prompts

End your story with a character standing in the rain.

– 98 stories

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

– 24 stories

Write a story where something magical happens when it starts to rain.

– 53 stories

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

– 27 stories

Write about a character driving in the rain.

– 56 stories

Stories

Take that Drink

Winner of Weekly Contest #112 🏆

CW: CovidWhen the rain finally came, it fell in torrents and as if making up for lost time, it kept on that way for three days and three nights. Dry cracked soil turned to mud and without the roots to hold onto it, the dirt began moving, sliding down the walls along the road, covering the throughways with mud. A house leaned on a steep hill until the support posts moved, leaving the rear hanging like a broken wing.*That summer it seemed like the world had been sprayed in dirt and ash. Leaves hung limp over dried up fruit that lay dead on the...

154 likes 116 comments 116
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Korea 2108

Shortlisted for Contest #112 ⭐️

cw: mature subject matter, violenceThe most dangerous weapons to the world are the ones that live and breathe.Welding sparks flew off Kang Choi-ri’s skin. A wire surgeon worked to fuse a speaker into his shoulder, binding the device against Kang’s steel-laced bones. He replaced patches of skin with pale-colored plates, switched to a solder, and wired the speaker into his muscle system.A radio played century-old rap music throughout the basement. Neon-lit posters on the wall showed men with mechanical arms, and women with color-changing lips....

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Shenanigans

Weekly Contest #112

Rain! Rain! go away, come again another day, little Jerry wants to play... Jerry and I sang as i hurriedly search around the park for a place to ease myself. It's empty and I'm pressed, adding to my discomfort is not having a network service on my phone. We soon find a tree with an umbrella-like covering, i told Jerry to turn around as i quietly ease myself. Mum! when is daddy coming? Jerry asked and i wondered why he had kept so long after calling him to inform him that my car had broken down before i lost the network service. The scary par...

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Broken Ship

Weekly Contest #112

Sometimes i think i am jinxed or probably hoaxed! Where am i going to with this life of mine? How many more bridges do i have to burn? What lessons have i not learnt? Are heartbreaks now becoming my bosom buddy?My heart couldn't evade nor ignore these questions everyday because the pain is deep; either i am falling apart or the least my mind does is play games with me telling me everything will b alright but this is the part i always go with because somewhere within i believe "life is hope and hope is life". I hate to love this as an eruditi...

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Just Like Me

Weekly Contest #112

Sitting at my desk in the morning I studied the computer keyboard. Traces of dried blood were visible on several of the character keys; particularly the “Z” and the “C”. I had been hurt. My bandaged fingers still ached and throbbed from the accident. Of course I'm referring to my fistfight with the electric fan the night before. Yeah, I got banged up a bit, but hey, you should’ve seen the other guy! The fan, that bladed brute, was busted up beyond repair and now left for dead in the garbage dumpster that sat outside the building.Here’s what ...

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Some People Feel the Rain

Weekly Contest #112

It was exactly 47 degrees in the Bodega Bay Lodge on March 5th, 2021, outside room six. The wind licked goosebumps onto our bare arms as we waited. My sister, Piper, had a plain blue towel wrapped around her body like a burrito of warmth. Her chestnut hair skipped across her face. I knew she didn’t have to be here, but she followed me everywhere. I always tried to convince myself that it was annoying, but to be truthful it was flattering how she shadowed me like an old, faithful hound.   Finally, the door creaked open. My cousin, ...

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The Bright Ones

Weekly Contest #112

In the beginning, before all things, there existed only darkness in the void. Then suddenly, as if a gift from the Gods, there was light. The light was just a flicker, no more than a candle flame. It pulsed like a beating heartbeat. For a millennium, the flame burned bright, keeping the darkness at bay, and all was well. Tranquility could not last forever, for there must be balance. The darkness fought back with a deafening silence. A cataclysmic event between the light and dark forces changed everything.  BOOM! The peaceful tra...

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Miraculous Rain

Weekly Contest #112

“It’s been a long time…” “It’s been a much longer season, indeed.” “Do you think this is it? I mean, this time?” “How can we know? Nobody knows…” “Of course, we know! When you face Death, you know… maybe, at the very last moment, but you know.” A few, the strongest ones standing, looked around. Cities were abandoned after the food was completely consumed (what provoked insane violent chaos), nothing was left in the markets or supermarkets. Water purifiers were still working, so, drinkable water was still available. Unfortu...

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Daughter of Slaughter

Weekly Contest #112

Grey clouds had been promising rain for hours. Leonor city needed the rain to wash away the blood of the siege. Its people were exhausted. The army had been slaughtered. Most men who had not fought in the battle at Worldworm’s Bridge had died defending the wall in the first attack of the empire.             Queen Malin had turned the tables with a curse, not a miracle. Danielle saw, as all the defenders on the wall saw, that the northern wall was now surrounded by a line of deadly t...

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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...

39 likes 8 comments 8
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GIRL YOU WANT

Shortlisted for Contest #112 ⭐️

GIRL YOU WANT I met the girl of my dreams last week. I was away at college in Pennsylvania, attending my residency, a ten day reprieve from the Florida heat, my husband, and my kids. The first time I saw her, she was chatting on her cell phone in the restroom. I caught her reflection in the mirror and smiled. She didn’t seem to notice or was too wrapped up in her conversation to wave back. No matter, I thought. I was busy, myself. The next time I saw her, she was in class, reading aloud a rough draft of our latest assignment. The piec...

33 likes 18 comments 18
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The Southern Penitentiary for Invisible Individuals

Shortlisted for Contest #112 ⭐️

CW: violenceHow we got here is unimportant. What matters is we are here. For now, at least.We deal with the reality like most of us deal with weight gain.I must have drunk a lot of water today.That extra weight is because I'm wearing pants on the scale.It's innocent enough, especially if it helps you live a less worried life.So when the clouds begin to come together in a beautiful and dark ensemble, the rain will come down, and people will disappear. A single drop of the Earth's new premium beverage gives us a chance to go away. To exist onl...

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Come In From the Rain

Weekly Contest #112

Annie Blithe stood in her doorway and squinted against the sharp light. The sun had reached that brief moment during sunset where it seemed to shine brightest. The moment right before it finally melted below the hills, extinguishing the day.She had been watching her husband Tom as he laboured. What had been a smouldering heap just days before, was beginning to resemble their barn again. She wished she could tell him how proud she was to have him, how constantly she thanked her god for sending her this man of strength and kindness in equal me...

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Monsters

Weekly 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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Sun Shower

Weekly Contest #112

TW: - brief mention of suicide- I’m in my room, trying my best to be an independent adult by finishing some things around the house when a heavy sound starts to fall around the outside walls of my small-town home in the middle of Boston. Surprised by the sudden shift, I go over to the only window in my room and peek out of the curtains in curiosity.  It’s raining. And not just any type of rain, but a rare kind.  Rain can have such a negative connotation to people sometimes, just the word alone can make a person reconsider the...

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