Our Last Summer Book Novels & Stories

It isn’t until the end of August that the first of the proper letters start, and it’s in clear response to one that Aura—that I had posted: Dearest Aura, Thank you very much for your correspondence. If it won’t sound too condescending, may I say that it was extremely charming? I wasn’t expecting it at all, but I should have realised how odd it was when you asked me for a copy of my itinerary three weeks ago. I’ve also always been fond of the end of summer. The appeal of it is quite like the appeal of sunsets, I think—the calm retreat of something brilliant that refuses to shine forever, something beautiful that nevertheless knows restraint. …

Those moments in the utility closet were the last I saw of him. My friends and I spent the summer basking in the sun, grilling, and playing in the backyard. We would have some plan or another every weekend, everything from attending concerts to holding water gun tournaments—in which Betty eventually arose as the undefeated champion—to barbecues filled with the scent of smoked meat and cold beer. All in all, it was an idyllic summer; late nights catching fireflies in mason jars, reading in shafts of sunlight, sewing in my little attic room.

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

The voice on the other end of the line rose, cutting through the speaker so sharply it seemed to rattle the dishes on the table. "I found Julian 440 yards above Camp One, at the bottom of a cliff. His whole body is frozen solid. And he was still clutching a torn piece of note in his hand."

She reached for it surprised by his bold act. He kept it away from her and studied the cover. “This has to be boring.” “It is.” She rolled her eyes. “Give me my book back.” “If it’s boring and you know this, then why are you reading it?” He handed it back to her. “Because the University of Miami law school suggested these books for their first year students.” She shrugged. “I like to be prepared before a semester starts.” “It’s summertime. “I’m aware of that.” “You need to be saved.”

For eight years, I'd managed the career of my boyfriend, Aiden White, a famous celebrity. I was also a partner at Veyra Media and the one pulling the strings behind his career. But on our anniversary trip, Aiden and one of the company's top influencers left me behind at a hotel near a volcano. They drove for forty minutes before they even realized I wasn't with them. When Aiden finally answered my call, he sounded more annoyed than concerned. "Scarlett, why didn't you get in the car? We need to hike to the crater by five, or we'll miss the blue flames! We're already almost there. I can't turn around and drive all the way back for you!" "Scarlett can find a ride and meet us here," Karina said

"Greet Léon from me. And Papa. And Maman." Summer. Now it came to me. Tears shot to my eyes. It was the summer of 2001. The last summer vacation we had taken as a family in a futile attempt to resolve this mess. A last chance to make Papa and Maman love each other. We had tried so hard. We had behaved so well. Léon had been in the shade all day long to do his summer reading, just like he had promised Marie he would, leaving Maman be with her own book, who overlooked him with a surprised expression.

We fought so badly over it that I completely fell out with my family. During my first year away from home, my mother sent me countless messages. 'Ian, is it cold over there? The temperature dropped recently, so make sure you bundle up.' 'Ian, are you coming home for New Year's? I made all your favorite dishes. Don't stay angry at your father and me anymore.' 'Your dad never says it out loud, but he misses you too.' I saw every single message, but I never replied. At the time, I was too stubborn, too full of pride. I kept thinking that if I didn't go home, then so be it. After all, wherever June was, that was home to me.

I really don't like remembering that Summer will be done soon, I don't know what I'll do without her. "Hey, I will always be here for you and you know that, I'm still in town, just a lot busier, stop acting like I'm traveling across continents" Summer said pulling me into a bear hug. "let's go check out the safe. I still don't understand the whole passkey thing" I said standing up. "That boy is a delinquent, what is he trying to achieve this time. You Really can't guess what it could be?" she said looking at me,as we found our way towards the Home Office

I had a replay of the entire day as I lay in bed. Recalling first day of school, I can barely wait for the school year to be over. Everyone was talking about their summer break, what they did, the parties they attended, their many love interests and so on. Their experiences made my summer holiday look lame. While they spent time at the beach, I spent mine hiking muddy trails. While they were getting their hair and nails done, I was getting kids to go to bed. They were having the time of their life while I dewormed dogs at the pet clinic. I enjoyed Eastern Springs Campout but after listening to everyone recount their summer experiences, I really hoped no one would ask me what I did over the s