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aug2026

Dawn showed faintly in the east. Among the ruins, one wall stood alone. Within the wall, a last voice said, over and over again and again, even as the sun rose to shine upon the heaped rubble and steam:

"Today is August 5, 2026, today is August 5, 2026, today is…"

#ray bradbury #there will come soft rains

crazy56u

According to my weather app, there’s supposedly a chance of soft rains today. Make of that what you will.

#today is august 5th 2026 and there have been soft rains since the afternoon #it's nearly midnight now #ray bradbury

sannypm

#fahrenheit 451 #ray bradbury

apolladay

Which notorious English class short story fucked you up the most?

* I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream

*The King in Yellow

* The Lottery

* The Masque of the Red Death

* The Monkey’s Paw

* The Most Dangerous Game

* The Nameless City

* The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas

* There Will Come Soft Rains

*The Yellow Wallpaper

* The Veldt

* “you think those were fucked up? What about [X]!”

Which notorious English class short story fucked you up the most?

I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream

The King in Yellow

The Lottery

The Masque of the Red Death

The Monkey’s Paw

The Most Dangerous Game

The Nameless City

The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas

There Will Come Soft Rains

The Yellow Wallpaper

The Veldt

“you think those were fucked up? What about [X]!”

Voting ended onApr 30

it-grrl

Okay I have things I should be seeing to but I couldn't help myself. In case you, like me, have not read all of these stories and would like to be amongst the lucky 10,000 today:

I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream by Harlan Ellison

The King in Yellow by Robert W Chambers*

The Lottery by Shirley Jackson**

The Masque of the Red Death by Edgar Allan Poe

The Monkey's Paw by W.W. Jacobs

The Most Dangerous Game by Richard O'Connell

The Nameless City by HP Lovecraft

The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas by Ursula K LeGuin

There Will Come Soft Rains by Ray Bradbury

The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

The Veldt by Ray Bradbury

Honorable Mention from the comments/reblogs:

All Summer in a Day by Ray Bradbury

*note: this is actually a collection of short stories and clocks in at about 72k words

**Originally published in the New Yorker in 1948; interestingly, the New Yorker still has this story archived on their website BEHIND A PAYWALL. CAN YOU IMAGINE.

#short story #short stories #short fiction

frondescence

In honor of one of my favorite short stories of all time being set today, August 4, 2026, here is a repost of a commission I got from the wonderful @bethfuller in early March 2020 of the poem featured therein (and that which gives it its title) by Sarah Teasdale:

#ray bradbury #there will come soft rains

the-sweaty-toothed-mad-woman

today’s the only day you can reblog this

“There Will Come Soft Rains”, Ray Bradbury

#ray bradbury #there will come soft rains

heatherwitch

Ray Bradbury’s short story “There Will Come Soft Rains” that was written in 1950 is set on the day of August 4th, 2026 (tomorrow)!! Now’s your chance to read it around the time it’s based in!

Audio: A recording of Leonard Nimoy reading it on Internet Archive.

Text: A PDF version.

Graphic Novel: On Internet Archive.

unamccormack

I used to set this one for second year undergraduate creative writing seminars on writing science fiction on a double bill with Octavia E. Butler's "Bloodchild" and no-one here gets out alive.

regionalpancake

!!!! Today is the only chance we’ll ever have to listen to this absolute banger of apocalyptic fiction on the very day the story is set 😲✨

Nemoy’s voice is PERFECT in this!

(A content warning if you do listen - the dog dies, though it’s not super graphic)

regionalpancake

I paused the robot vacuum so I could listen to this 1950’s story predicting the robot vacuum.

#i read this on august 4th 2026 #ray bradbury

dilfhamlet

the literal only funny tags on this entire post

#edgar allan poe #poe #i finally ordered a new bookshelf today #soon i will be able to access all the books in the precariously standing broken bookshelf #including my collection of poe #happy days

personnage-neutre

Hergé & Zhang Chongren, Le Lotus Bleu (1936)

Colors: Hergé & E. P. Jacobs, 1946

#tintin

charcoalowl

any Feluda adaptation that doesn't have him don at least one fuckass leather jacket has not fully parsed the depths of his character. Feluda's cool suave persona and renaissance man intellect are wholly intentional on his part. an antagonist was once able to lure him out and knock him out by pretending to want his autograph. the thought of doing an office job is his worst nightmare. he went to london and paid his honours at Bakers St like it was a pilgrimage. he wants to be every cool male archetype at once

#feluda #satyajit ray

b-plot-butch

feluda certainly participates in the time-honored tradition of making up stupid shit to tell your younger relative

#feluda #satyajit ray

sexuallyfrustratedavocado

everyone talks about how strong and great Aragorn was for refusing the ring when Frodo offered it to him as if this man has not spent his entire life dodging leadership and responsibilities like bullets in the matrix 🙄

lesspopped

#lord of the rings #j r r tolkien #tolkien #lotr

glumshoe

I’m suddenly laughing at the idea of a cliche noir detective story written in the brutally concise style of Hemingway.

A woman walked into my office. She had legs. I noticed her legs. “I have a problem. I need your help,” she said. They always said that. I knew her legs weren’t the problem. I hoped she might want my help with them anyhow.

glumshoe

“Can you pay?” I asked. Of course she could. Her shoes were worth more than my rent. She could pay. “I can pay,” she said. Her eyes were wet. I wondered if anything else was wet. Probably not. I am not handsome. Not since the war. She was looking at my scar. Lots of people do. Most look away. Not her. She did not look away. She looked at my scar and I looked at her legs. There were two of them. I liked that about her. I liked that a whole lot. “Will there be danger?” I asked. There always is. This city bleeds danger, then drinks it right back up again.

glumshoe

“I’m afraid there might be danger,” she said. She had the voice of a beautiful woman. She also had the face and body of a beautiful woman. She was beautiful.

The light from the window was striped. It made stripes on my cigarette smoke. The end of my cigarette crumbled into ash. My marriage had also crumbled into ash.

“I can handle danger,” I said. I patted the butt of my gun. My gun was a Colt. My gun and my scar were all that was left from my time as a soldier. My gun, my scar, and the nightmares. I looked her up and down. “I am good at handling things.”

glumshoe

“It’s about my husband. He’s gone missing.”

She was not wearing a ring. It means something when a woman does not wear a wedding ring. Usually, it means that she is not married. “Seems your ring has also gone missing,” I said. I hoped her dress would join it.

Her red mouth curved upwards. She was smiling a little. “I don’t wear it outside. A diamond that large would only invite trouble.”

“In my experience, trouble doesn’t wait for an invitation.” I looked at her legs again. They were both still there. “When did you last see your husband?”

#parody

alittleemo

have already acknowledged I’m like the jumpiest person alive but i actually almost gave myself a heart attack seeing my own shadow in the bathroom tn . Which is a new low . I should stop reading this murder cult book

#honestly same #there are actual horror books that are less scary #especially those screenplay chapters #and then you find out the screenplay actually happened in universe #the mysterious case of the alperton angels #janice hallett

lorereadsclassics7

#the mysterious case of the alperton angels #hannibal #janice hallett

polymysteryinciscanon

Love is collecting wild honey. Love is letting her take you on a picnic at 5 am almost no questions asked. Love is sending a letter to your summer love from 6 years ago knowing she'll come running. Love is coming running. Love is not talking for three weeks and then coming back like it never happened.

Love is sending a note on your friend's behalf without telling her bc she can't talk to her damn wife. Love is lying under oath in a court of law to protect the ones who protected you. Love is giving your son a nickname about his disability so no one can use it against him. Love is getting in a bar fight when someone insults your father who sacrificed everything for you. Love is running in the dead of night to the train station for a baby you haven't even met yet.

Love is killing for someone.

Love is *living* for someone, through all the pain and the heartbreak that comes with it. It's staying with no expectations because just existing alongside them is enough. It's bettering yourself just because they've made life feel like living again.

Love is sweet treats shared in a nursing home.

And love is fried green tomatoes at the Whistle Top Cafe

#fried green tomatoes #fried green tomatoes at the whistlestop cafe