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

Posted in Middle School on Oct 26, 2022

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The magical blue flower

Submitted to Contest #112

In the middle of a far away town Amy lived with her family away from the big noisy city. One day Amy’s mum was very very sick, she was sleeping in her room for the whole day, her dad went to work and he left his phone at home. Amy was sitting next to her sick mum crying and didn’t know what to do. While she was crying, looking outside the window, watching the rain, she saw something very special in the middle of the garden, it was a beautiful blue rose sparkling in the middle of the front garden. Amy thought “ this flower wasn’t here few da...

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Simple Desires

Submitted to Contest #112

In the autumn season, a paradoxical new life is given to nature. Deciduous leaves lose their suppleness and healthy green colouration to give way to shades of brittle yellow, orange, red, brown and purple. The trees shed these garments slowly, soon to be skeletons with skirts of decaying plant matter. It is part of a cycle of death and eventual rebirth; but so flagrant and beloved a death can rarely be found, in nature or anywhere else. Forests ignite like a star in heat-death, or a phoenix commemorating its life, its plumage flaring up one ...

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Heavenly Rain

Submitted to Contest #112

She always thought there was plenty of time. I don't think any of us realize just how precious time can be. Until it runs out on us. Her story starts before her twentieth birthday. A young, soon to be woman who had her whole life ahead. As typical as it may sound, her story begins with a young man. A man in his mid twenties. She didn't know it at the time but this man would show her the world through his eyes. Ah yes, beautiful, strong yet gentle, mysterious, adventurous blue eyes. The kind of eyes you get lost in. Have you ever met someone...

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Pere LaChaise

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     My roommate Kris and I were ready for an adventure.  We set out on the grey, blustery October morning to explore the ancient city we called our temporary home.  La Ville Lumiere, Paris, the city of lights, with its beautiful spires and magnificent architecture, is known throughout the world for art, culture, food, and romance. Our destination this day was  Père Lachaise, a cemetery on the outskirts of Paris.        My French professor often regaled us with storie...

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It's never alone

Submitted to Contest #112

Ms. Nettles, my therapist, sat there in that overly dignified chair in her exceedingly decorous office and crossed her legs, dotted her I’s, and stared at me through her thick lenses that felt more like magnifying glasses glaring at my problems rather than corrections to her less than perfect vison. I hated everything about this office. The huge windows that let in copious amounts of blaring sun rays that supposedly forced a person such as myself to produce dopamine but it just made me hot. Those poor plants that honestly looked more starved...

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The tapdancer

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All you have to do is hum a little “doo do do do, do do do do do” and everyone smiles, recognizing a familiar intro refrain. Dignity, always dignity. Don tells the gathered crowd at the premiere of the Royal Rascals in Singin' in the rain… Love it or hate it (I haven’t met too many people who do – hate it.) A story about a popular silent film star, with humble roots.  A funny comedy for those who like musicals, and for those who don´t there´s a charming romance. For me: it´s the perfect musical, bringing back memories of long-lost C...

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The Last Swailing

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Swailing is the process of using controlled burns to reduce the hazards of wild fires and encourage new growth. Each year, the pratum set the lands alight. This was so that the young could walk across the embers and take the ashes into their wounds. You must consume a little of what you come from, the elders preached. You must bear the pain of what you have destroyed. So they sent their children to walk the swailing each year. That was the penance of the pratum people.  Cally drew the blade across the sole of her foot. It was a poin...

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It Must Have Rained

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It Must Have Rained            It must have rained, ground wet, everything dripping. How could I have not noticed, sleeping as I do now with my cheek cushioned on the windowsill, breathing trees and stars.            Two weeks ago, I separated from my husband by moving upstairs. It turns out it was not far enough, but I did not know this then. Raised the mattress to sill level, where I could pretend I was sleeping outside, p...

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The Strange Visit at Lake Helena

Submitted to Contest #112

“Hey! Hey! Where’d you go?” the little brown beaver called into the lake from the top of his stack of sticks.Carver waddled down from his pine heap to get closer to the water. Periodic raindrops were making concentric circles and disturbing his reflection as he watched and waited for a reply.Yesterday, it had been a gray day with scattered drizzles and Carver had been tugging at a limb to bring it to the top of his collection when he heard a faint voice calling out. Carver swirled around nervously but had not seen a soul, until he ...

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Dancing in the Rain

Submitted to Contest #112

“But why?!” Mom rolled her eyes as she turned on the turn signal, “because Rietta, you are not responsible enough to be left alone yet!” “I’m eleven! I’m plenty responsible enough to be alone!” I scoffed, crossing my arms and stomping the dirt-matted car floor. “Kathy McDermon is allowed to be home alone!” The car coasted the curved road wide and slow, earning an annoyed honk from the people behind us. I couldn’t help but smirk as Mom raised her middle finger out the window in answer. “That’s not very nice…” “Oh, you know what, little miss ...

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A Splash of Colour

Submitted to Contest #112

The world had long been painted grey.  Long before I was born, the world that everyone had known was destroyed. The world turned grey and dull, the colour leaked from the sky, the land, the sea, the whole Earth.   The world was uninhabitable. That doesn’t mean I don’t know the stories. About what the world was like before. About what happened.  Covid-19.  The nuclear fallout. The world turning grey.   My Mum tells me the stories. She always has.  Mainly because my Dad, always asks her to. You can...

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The Silence and the Storm

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When I ask my Amma to tell me the story of the Silence, her telling is like a river; it never takes the same shape, the same path. Each time she spins the tale, new details weave together like trickling streams, joining one after the other until before you know it, the story has gathered enough pace and depth to sweep you off your feet and out to sea. But when she sets her mind to this telling, there is one thing that is as fixed as the stars that paint the sky each night: she invariably starts with the Storm.  The beginning of her te...

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Sublime Garden

Submitted to Contest #112

Sublime Garden is a small town where, years ago, everything was beautiful and opulence. It was the envy of the nearby towns since everything there seemed to grow magically. The crops were abundant, and the silos were not enough to contain so much grain. The meadows had a brilliant green that when it rained, its color became even more intense and when the soft grass moved the wind, it looked like an ocean with its waves.Vegetables grew everywhere and the animals looked overflowing, healthy. The cows and goats gave very good and abundant milk,...

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THE RETURN OF THE RAINS

Submitted to Contest #112

Kalyra was born into a world where rocks and dust were the most prominent features. Her birth was hard, and she was left with a crooked foot that gave her a permanent limp. She was an observant, kind-hearted, artistic child. She spent a great deal of her childhood drawing on the cave walls imagining into reality the world of the Storytellers. From her birth, she rarely saw rain in her world. In fact, her people had adapted to a way of life that was attuned to the scarcity of water. They were a cave people. The underground spring that support...

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Rainfall

Submitted to Contest #112

What did I think of her? Well, she was just sort of there. Our sisters introduced us and we were both too shy to speak. I think we were six. I didn’t even know they were our neighbors. They lived a couple houses down, next to my gramma’s house. Actually, her house was more like an apartment attached to the back of a beauty shop. When I started going over there I thought it was so cool, like a maze. I would enter through the garage into her living room and kitchen. From there I went straight down a back hallway and turned left then right for ...

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