I Got This Feeling On The Summer Day Novels & Stories

I stared at him, alive and well and handsome, as always. The leaves fell down around us. The summer sun’s heat pierces my skin but I couldn’t care less. The sunlight bathed everything with that fairytale glow. The sweet breeze blew. The kids walking hand in hand as they ate their ice cream sort of brought me back into the past. Today was like the day I met him: Me, riding a bicycle and him, walking down the pavement.

"I miss the ocean," I utter my inner thoughts, lost in my own trance as the afternoon stretches its wings under the blue sky. I miss home. "It can't be a perfect summer without some salty water, right?" Malik slides his mobile on the table and graces me his full attention.

Rachel It was warm. It felt like the very middle of summer but the sun was setting and I could see the reddish orange light spill across the horizon on the calm sea. The sound of waves carelessly and lazily flapping over each other. My feets were bare on the sand and I could feel the silt in between my toes and that's how I knew this was all in my head.

The sentiment of being intrigued by my inexplicable feeling. It's an immense source of tranquility for me. “I did it! She is so… exquisite…” My every desire starts and ends with her now. I yearn for her and I lose my senses when she pleads with me in her angelic voice. I couldn't hold myself, all the urges of mine released themselves when this happened and I loved it and lost myself in it. “That's it, Lawrence. You can do this, you can work this out.” I encouraged myself.

Her voice was slow, deliberate, and measured, like the gentle, soothing pace of a summer afternoon. I felt my mind begin to reel, like a summer thundercloud building momentum to unleash its fury. "The only one of such kinds you can tell this to," stated Kalmia, her voice and soothing words like honey. They, however, had a tinge of doubt in them. Breathed in deep, I felt my anxieties dragging me down like the hot oppressive clouds of a summer storm in my heart. "I guess I have to admit that I'm just confused; my words were slow and deliberate, paced like the soothing blueness of a summer afternoon.

The head of the orphanage found me in the middle of the scorching summer, which was why he named me Theros Sommar. When Daisy learned of it, she then said that moving forward, the summer solstice every year would be my birthday. She then prepared birthday gifts for me and even baked a birthday cake for me to celebrate. Ever since my gastric bleeding the other day, she had forbidden me from drinking again. But the mood back then had been just right, so I pestered her until she gave in and allowed me to drink some red wine. One thing led to another, and that night, she finally gave herself wholly to me.

I know so because, since I met Summer, we have not managed to have a proper date. What is the meaning of that dream? Is it foretelling the future or what? Is summer pregnant with triplets? I scoff and use my free hand to rub my eyes. The scent of flowers mainly daisies and lavender hit my nose. It is making my mouth water. I inhale greedily and close my eyes enjoying the calming effect of the scent of this wildflower. Hey, wait a minute. This. Is. My. Mate's. Scent! "Summer? SUMMER! Oh, goddess thank you. Thank you all the great witches departed, thank you all the wolf spirits. I missed you mi querida princessa. I .."

It is so unpleasant; how I am helpless when it comes to this, and how I am being cared for by some demons. This dwelling of mine is once again crowded with silence. The mild summer breeze blows in inside from the window and gently caressed my sweaty bare skin, refreshing enough to fight my burning fever. I can hear the birds singing, so new to my ears, they sang with blithe even though today is not worth singing for.

MARK MY WORDS BITCH. “Who the fuck could this be?” I lay back on my bed, wondering who could’ve sent the message. My hands weren’t steady anymore. I sat up, read it again, and read it a third time. My heart was beating really really fast. The video was still existing . The threat was real. Fuck, whoever sent this knew exactly how to get me for sure. This summer just got a lot more dangerous.

Feeling a deep, burning shame, I take the lead walking back to the entrance in silence, Parris’ stuttering footfalls just a few feet behind me. The sun is burning overhead. Somehow we slept through noon to wake up at the hottest part of the day. I didn’t think I’d be grateful to have no clothing on. Tomorrow night is the Summer Solstice, the first true day of summer, and the unfiltered sun shines down from the cloudless sky above, crisping my flesh. “I’m kinda glad I’m not wearing what you are now,” I laugh, breaking our silence. “I’d be baking in all that leather.”