Shakespeare Summer's Day Poem Novels & Stories

~Winter~ Summer removed the dress, retaining the provided clean cotton underwear, and settled into bed. We intended to wear the dresses in the morning, as sleeping in them would affect their freshness. I followed suit and got into bed. "Do you think our punishment will be lessened?" Summer inquired, and I found myself without a definitive answer. The men appeared as unresponsive as ever, devoid of any visible emotions. It seemed unlikely that they would change. All we could do was wait and observe.

Summer's POV Weaving in and out of yards Summer tried to lose the men that were pursuing her. She didn't know how long it had been since she called David or if he even took her words seriously, but she was beginning to grow tired by the minute. If help didn't arrive soon she was going to be captured. Refusing to allow that to happen she picked up pace as the houses around her began to grow fewer in number until dwindling down entirely leaving her out in the open where the men could easily see her.

Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;

18 which I luckily read last night. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And Summer’s lease hath...” I hear her voice fade in the background as my eyes feel heavier. I don’t know how long I slept last night but I know whatever amount I managed to sleep last night wasn’t enough for me.

It was Summer lying down on the floor with red liquid flowing on his neck! "Oh ... No!" Stella cried out with shock. There was a long message for this one. 'Mommy. Please help Summer. Come to rescue your baby, mommy. Next time, it will be Summer's dead body. The really dead body, mommy. Come back to Summer in two days. Otherwise, Summer will become a rotten wrecked dog. Come soon, mommy. Summer is missing you! Stella read the text over and over again. Her eyes were burning hot with anger. The picture of Summer lying in blood like!

Wood has lost his beloved wife, they naturally want to show their faces and express their condolences. "What's the point of making it so grand and shrouded?" Summer was wearing a black dress with a white flower pinned to her chest. She definitely wants to be buried quietly on a mountain full of wildflowers. When spring comes, the small wildflowers will bloom all over the hillside and accompany her year after year." "When she was alive, Shawn trapped her in the cage of Temperley Hall. Now that she is dead, she will still be trapped in an exquisite tomb!" Summer said to herself while paying her respects.

Yet somehow… my mind still drifted toward a stubborn eighteen-year-old girl with pink bandages and reckless eyes. Ava. Even after three days away from her, she still found a way into my thoughts like she belonged there. And that was the real problem. I exhaled sharply and grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table, pouring another glass. Outside, Pasadena glittered beneath the night sky. Beautiful. But inside the hotel suite, I already knew the truth. This summer was becoming dangerous in ways I never expected.

“If I have to read one more line about windows and moons and ‘O Romeo,’ I swear I’ll run away to Verona myself.” Summer laughed. I cut in, my smile tight. “Hey, man. Weren’t you literally crying your eyes out the day Summer left?” I pictured Keith rolling his eyes through the phone. He should be glad I wasn’t there. “Stay out of it, Jake. I don't miss either of you.” I tittered. Summer shook her head, gently slapping her forehead in pretend frustration. She was so easy to love when she wasn’t running toward people who’d ruin her. Soon enough, she’d know how far I’d go to keep her safe from my own brother.

His face was all pout, and my heart flipped. “God, he’s such a menace,” I muttered. Summer leaned over to peek. “Damn. That man is weaponized. How do you say no to that face?” “I don’t,” I admitted shamelessly. *** The next morning, Summer had already left by the time I woke up, but she’d left a note: He’s probably already outside waiting for you. Wear sunscreen, bitch. – S