Adirondack Chairs Nearby Novels & Stories

Holding onto the railing, she said, “I’ll test my cure on them tomorrow. I’m just too exhausted tonight.” “Of course,” Kendra said as she followed her aunt onto the porch. She was also quite tired. The day had been long and it ended with drama. “I could use a good night’s sleep myself.” “As we all could, I’m sure,” Rex said from the shadows. Kendra whirled around to see the silhouette of her husband sitting in one of the Adirondack chairs that were neatly lined along the building length porch. “I didn’t see you there.”

I could almost see the ghosts of childhood laughter echoing off the water. We reached the dock. It stretched about thirty feet over the water, weathered but well-maintained. The boards were solid cedar, aged to a silvery gray, their grain rising like soft waves beneath our feet. At the end were two wide, comfortable cedar chairs with deep cushions the color of sun-bleached denim. A cream-colored sunshade arched above them, anchored to the dock’s railing with brushed steel clamps. The fabric flapped slightly in the breeze, casting a dappled pattern of light and shadow on the deck.

We grabbed the food and drinks we had left on the seats in front of us and hurried out of our cabin because the next visitors were already standing by the door. After getting off the Ferris wheel, Chris took me to my mom and his mom, who were sitting on a park bench enjoying a lot of food. So, we joined them while waiting for Alice and the others. We didn’t see Mark or Chloe either. It turned out that eating in an open area decorated with the night sky felt romantic. ** Alice Walker

At the east wing and the archive and the twenty one chairs from Wednesday night that will be twenty three or twenty five by the time Lena comes back with her decision. "The table seats twenty two comfortably," I say. "Your mother said twenty four is possible with the right chairs." "She ordered two more chairs last week," Faye says. I look at her. "In case," she says. "Faye." "Operations partner," she says. "The chairs," I say. "Are in the east wing storage," she says. "For when they are needed." She pauses. "They will be needed." I look at her. She looks at me with the expression she uses when she is entirely right and is giving me the time to arrive there independently.

Mary Ann’s POV The lower festival grounds stretched along the eastern side of Ironclaw’s main courtyard, bordered by tall pine trees and a shallow stream. Workers moved between the tents, carrying wooden benches, lantern poles and crates of decorations. Mooncrest’s blue-and-silver banners had been placed beside Ironclaw’s black-and-gray ones, creating a display that looked more peaceful than either pack truly felt. Adrian walked beside me with two rolled maps tucked beneath his arm. Kylian followed several steps behind us, close enough to protect us but far enough to pretend he was not listening.

She asked. "Preferably 8pm. The showers start at 10pm. It's by the lake view near Palisade Hill. Bring food and blankets. My dad will supervise," Zack exclaimed. "Cool! Well, see you guys then," with a smile on her face, she waved them all goodbye and left. "Wowie! A member of the Queenz actually wants to hang out with us!? How lucky are we?!" Maddie squealed excitedly, her bouncy dark red hair moved around in glee.

She’d outdone herself with the spread—three different types of sandwiches, homemade chocolate chip cookies, fresh fruit salad, and enough chips and lemonade to feed the entire pack. “Too warm for me,” I replied, fanning myself with a paper napkin. “I’d forgotten how intense the summer heat can be here.” Pack members had claimed spots across the lawn with their blankets and folding chairs, creating little islands of families and friend groups. The Hendersons occupied the area near the playground equipment, keeping watchful eyes on their twin boys who seemed determined to climb everything in sight. The elderly Cranes had wisely chosen a shady spot under the largest oak tree, their grandchildre

Andrew nodded the direction he meant, then led the way. The spot he’d picked looked to be a favorite for evening beachgoers and a large collection of driftwood was piled up against a sheltering outcrop of rock, and not far from it was haphazard ring of stones and sooty remains of a bonfire. From somewhere along the boardwalk, the faintest sound of music drifted and seemed to pool along the windswept, boulder-strewn stretch of sand as he set their chairs up, then planted the umbrella to shade them.

Jace sent back squeezing her hand. Nora nodded. She watched everyone take their seats. They had designed this back off just for these meetings. Red Woods’s chair was design as a fall tree, Moonlight’s chair was the full moon, City light’s was a building seeming like it sparkled, Black Sands’s a desert at night, Dark water’s chair was waves deep in blue color, Silver mountain’s chair was a mountain cap, the hunters had bow and arrows on their chair, and Cross river had a river carved into it. Nora’s eyes focused on Silver Mountain, her mind wanting to know why he was late.

the man nodded. A few minutes later, we collected the ice-cold apple juices along with a few snacks, grilled shrimp wraps and fries, we had selected from the display. Adrian paid for them and then we turned away from the counter, as we looked around briefly before finding a quieter shaded seating area overlooking the beach. The wooden chairs sat beneath a large umbrella while the ocean stretched ahead of us. Adrian pulled a chair out for me before sitting down across from me.