Summer At The Cape Novels & Stories

The ranch might be a mess but with Mitchell Brand there I'm in the right place. Stay tuned. Autumn No one had ever told her South Central Texas was hotter than any place in hell. Even with the air conditioner on-and thank god it was a new one-Autumn Kelley still felt beads of perspiration on her skin. She swiped at her forehead with her arm and brushed back the few strands of honey-blonde hair that had come loose from the ponytail holder. Bypass, Texas had turned out to be just that, a wide place in the road that people passed by, little more than an intersection with a combination gas station-general store-diner.

“Tropea. So, you better pack your swim suit because there’s going to be lots of swimming because we’ll be by the beach.” “Tropea?” I said. “That’s where the Capaldi’s have their summer home at. They used to take me and my mom every year.” “Really? What a coincidence. Well, don’t worry. There’s no way we’ll run into them there. It’s just going to be us. A regular girls trip. We’ll have fun.”

They went to the shore in August, which had not been a tradition until this August made it one. Caleb had rented a house on the Cape — small, practical, two weeks in the middle of the month — and Zara had approved it on the grounds that two weeks of sustained proximity to the Atlantic was the kind of rest that could not be replicated by weekends. She had not taken a two-week vacation in six years. She told Grace this. Grace had said: "Go. The Osei hearing isn't until October. Nothing here requires you for two weeks."

EIGHT YEARS AGO Of course the harbor wasn’t just any harbor. This was Capri. The place where the rich dock their sins and egos, then wrap it up with a bow and call it “vacation.” The yacht in front of us stretched as long as a politician’s ego and gleamed as white as malice dressed in silk. I trailed a few steps behind Sheena and Winona, who were already snapping a storm of selfies with the boat as their backdrop. Their summer dresses fluttered, their laughter pitched high, and the constant click of phone cameras felt like their personal soundtrack.

By afternoon, Jazz and Charlotte had bonded so well that when they arrived downstairs in the apartment, Charlotte and Jazz could not bear to see each other go. “I will tell no one in the Valentine mansion that you and Charlotte are going to Nokocola Bay. But there is one condition: Don’t stop me from visiting you and Charlotte in Nokocola Bay.” “Okay.” Summer nodded, albeit reluctantly. She had already made a decision: she would leave by tomorrow, as she could no longer afford to wait. Mark’s words had given her a sense of crisis. Jazz frowned, his handsome face darkening and sinking when he inadvertently saw the fading bite marks on Summer’s neck.

Nobody is going to come to me. Talking about me, my name is Theodore Reigns. I'm 16, about to enter Junior year in two months when the school reopens after summer break. But to be honest, right now I think it's highly unlikely cause I'm here attending this three day Art camp for next year's senior students, that too in disguise as Elena Griffin, Eastwood's best artist, and so if I get caught, I guess I won't have to go to school again.

Summer Love. I didn't think the summer part mattered. Sure we did fall in love during the summer. That doesn't mean I didn't expect it to last past that. It didn't matter to me that he was Nathan Kalis's school-bad boy. To me, he was just Nathan. The man couldn't go more than ten minutes before demanding a kiss. Who always wanted me to cuddle into him. And who loved listening to me read my books out loud.

Cape Town Mapula Am so tired, this time of year Cape Town is too hot you feel like you are melting, not to mention when one is wearing the type of uniform I have to wear to school every day. But am lucky because its November and am writing my exams next week. All this will be done and am going straight home right after exams. Am not waiting for schools to close and besides being tired I miss home, my mother’s cooking and no she doesn’t cook everyday since there is a chef but when am around she cooks for me. She says she doesn’t get to take care of me enough and I miss the beauty of nature.

It thudded the blissful evening at the beach with classic party songs where many youngsters came to enjoy their summer vacation. Padre Balli park beach is known for party people who love to drive on the beach. The music and the aromatic smell of BBQ would not allow you to go anywhere. Samson, along with his men, reached the place. “So what? She wants you to be her puppy?” Antonio growled, looking at the gang. “She didn’t know we came here. Capo wanted me to check on her.” Samson slicked his hair back and barred his peer with black glares.

Summer Margins Six months later, the bite of the winter solstice had completely vanished, replaced by the heavy, golden warmth of a Pacific summer. The slate glass and frost of the rugged coastline were gone, swapped for deep blue water that rippled gently under a brilliant June sun. Down at the Oakhaven Cove marina, the air was thick with the scent of wild sea roses, sun-baked cedar docks, and roasted coffee beans.