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End your story with someone dancing in the rain.

Posted in High School on Nov 1, 2022

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Dancing with the Rain; Excerpts from a Life

Submitted to Contest #160

I need to be In Love - The Carpenters It’s funny how the cold and rain tunes the wavelength of the  brain into a more contemplative mode, sharpening the senses. The sun brings drowsiness and tranquillity to the body and soul but the cold suddenly enlivens all the senses. It brings out the urge in me to walk and think and observe. The wind jabs into me like miniscule needles, but not in a bad way. I enjoy the way it keeps me on my toes. I observe the droplets of rain on the car roofs, the shiny pavements and the lights reflecting in th...

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The Breaking and the Healing

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"May I have this dance?" He holds out his hand to me.I laugh and shake my head at him. "Are you insane? It's pouring down rain! We need to get back into the car and go home.""Insane? No. Crazy for you? Definitely. I want to dance in the rain with my girl. C'mon."I can't help but smile brightly at him, the butterflies swarming their way through my stomach. Only this man can make me want to do these things. I give in and take his hand. He leads me to an empty spot under the big oak tree. I'm pressed up against him. The clean, woodsy fragrance ...

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The girl who doesn't get the guy

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I´m the girl who doesn't get the guy. I know that for sure, I´m the nerdy goofy girl that sits in the front row and it's the teacher´s pet. I´m the girl that the “cool” guys bully. I´m the girl who gets compared with her sister and loses at everything. I´m the girl who prefers reading on a Friday night instead of going out. I´m the girl that only has one real friend. I'm the girl who doesn't fit in. I´m the girl who is in love with her best friend and has no chance with him because I'm the girl who doesn't get the guy. I´ve always been tha...

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Lost

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(Sensitive Content Warning: Death/Hints at Suicide) I’ll dance with your soul for now. I’ve always thought you were unique from the way you talk, you dress, and even sleep. You had beautiful eyes, and pretty hair, a wonderful smile, a contagious laugh, and an aura that gave life. I remember staring at you for countless hours, looking into your eyes. Your eyes were unique too, the most beautiful sight I hadmever seen. But when I saw those eyes later that day I didn’t know who you were anymore. Your eyes didn’t sparkle, and shine. There w...

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A Soul Ready To Soar

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My name is Megan, six months ago my life was shattered. I woke up from a coma at South General Hospital with tubes in my body and no recollection of what happened. No one would tell me the truth. My mother comes to visit me with tears in her eyes and a pain in her heart. I knew something terrible happened. I asked my mother for the truth. She wouldn't give me an answer. One day I asked my mom "Where Layla was?" My mom didn't answer me. I did see the truth in her eyes. Layla my sister, my best friend was never coming to see me. I would n...

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My Engineer to the Stars

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I look up, and he is already looking at me. His eyes never leave my face. He is waiting for me to react, and I just stare with my mouth hanging open like a guppy. Unable to process this information. Not wanting to believe it. “I am sorry, Maive, I have to go and you…” “And I have to stay, I will probably never leave” “I….I’m” “Sorry? I know. I just wish…..” “I know even another day would be so……..nice” We just stare at one another. Hoping that one of us can change something. Make it different. “How could they move up your launch time so fa...

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Downpour

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Tiffany could not wait for the weekend to start after such a long week of work. Storm clouds though seemed to be rolling in soon, but in that regard she couldn't be more excited. The sound of rolling thunder and a shower of rain was peaceful and allowed her to unwind no matter what she was dealing with in the moment. One thing she was dealing with though that did not seem to get any better was the struggling marriage with her husband, Samuel. Working long on and off shifts while also always on call as a police officer wasn't just tough...

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When it Rains, it Pours

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When it Rains, it Pours Vandelay High’s junior class refused to let a stormy day ruin their prom. If dreary weather were a viable excuse as a deterrent, nothing would ever get one in their small town. Barkersville always seemed to have some sort of overcast or rain. Even in the harsh summer months the sun scarcely makes herself present. The John F. Kennedy banquet hall had been rented out by Vandelay High for the evening’s festivities. Almost the entire junior class showed up, dolled up and dressed in overpriced suits and dresses that would ...

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Crayons on the Floor

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We never understood anything about each other. We didn’t know each other’s last name and we definitely never heard the other’s middle name. We didn’t know why we ended every night together, side by side on the couch in front of the TV screen. We talked about our days at work, about things we could do this weekend, but neither of us knew what the other’s job really entailed. We never ended up going camping or trying a new restaurant out that weekend. We were caught in a loop, watching shows on TV but it was like the TV was watching us. Watchi...

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Dancing in Storms

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[Content Warning - suicide, suicidal ideations, threats, mentions of death] I can hear the thunder, rumbling like an earthquake in the distance. I can see the lightning, like swords, battling each other in the sky. The rain’s soft pitter-patter on the roof is enough to make a small child fall asleep.  We can all see it, the storm, making its way north of my small town. I look out the window, desperately trying to catch another glimpse of the lightning fighting in the sky for just one more second.  I’m not the only one looking...

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The Temp

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The thing they don’t tell you about these corporate buildings is just how big they are. I mean, you’d expect them to be big, but when you’re standing at the bottom of one, they can make you feel small, insignificant even. How do buildings possess so much power? I suppose people give it to them. They see the rows upon rows of windows, the endless grey walls that fade into the concrete ground, and the steady stream of ‘professional’ looking workers that cycle throughout the building at all times of the day. Yeah, that would do it. But as I gaz...

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The Desalinator

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“I hate the smell of salt. I feel like all I do is look at salt, feel salt, taste salt, smell salt. I feel like I’m gonna metamorphose into a big, salt butterfly. Oh, fuck…” I trailed off. “What?” Amber looked at me over their knitting needles from a cross-legged position on the roof of my car. “Nothing. I just burned myself,” I muttered. I hopped off of the hood of my red Toyota and tossed my cigarette butt to the ground. “Jesus, Pep, you’re gonna set fire to the campground. Stomp it out well, alright? Besides, you shoul...

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Vampiric Vengeance

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She poisoned the wine. In each bottle she made sure to drop in just the right amount of one of her many lethal concoctions. Her owner (formally known as her master, but she loathed such a title for him in her head) took a sip from his chalice and he smiled that pretentious smile that always seemed too wide for his wrinkly face. She took a sip from her own, poison-free glass, the metallic taste seething on her tongue and seeping euphorically into her bones- satisfying her hunger.  “Cheer up, Susanna! There is wine, piles of food re...

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A Hook and A Cliff-Hanger

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Snowflakes swirling around and descending to the ground, created a dirty new slush pile formation, on a New York City sidewalk, smack dab in front of a brick multi-story office building.Stinky Ink & Prints Inc., received thousands, upon thousands of unread query letters and manuscripts of different genres and word counts on a weekly basis.When it came to reading unsolicited query letters and manuscripts from aspiring authors, employees were given the freedom to actually read them or just skim through them, before deciding what to do with...

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Eleven Years Too Long

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“It’s time,”  Jared called approaching me.  I saw Jared nearly every day for the past eleven years but I had never been as happy to see him as I was today.  I was sitting on my bare mattress bed and I closed my eyes in a little thank you prayer.  But this was no longer my bed.  I got up and walked out of my cell.  But this was no longer my cell.  Someone else can grace their presence with this bed and this cell now. I had already gathered a few belongings I had come to cherish over my eleven years here: m...

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