Summer Ends Novels & Stories

Mandy York, my girlfriend, was practically a migratory bird that always flew away during summer. Every year, during July and August, which were the hottest months of the year, she would fly off and disappear from the face of the earth. She said that it was because her company gave her a special project abroad that required absolute secrecy from her. She was also not to contact anyone during that period of time. Even when I got into a car accident last year and lay in the ICU for two months, she never called to ask about me. Plenty of times, I had comforted myself and endured the harsh summer alone. One day, I accidentally saw the social media account of a friend of mine living abro

Is there anything larger then a California King? School is going well. It ends for the year next month and then summer starts early this year. I'm finishing out the school year and then when I have the babies it will be summertime so I can start teaching again in the Fall. MarMar and I will be having Marge from the kitchen watching all 3 kids.

Keya P.O.V It was June and school was finally out! No more waking up early, rushing to class, missing breakfast, or doing homework... Well, that is until September comes. But whatever it's summer! And I’m going to the Puerto Rican Parade and Carnival today, woohoo!

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.”

“She’s on your side, or at least claims to be… Aren't you… friends of some sort?" She chuckled and shook her head. "You sweet summer child." My face heated. "What does that mean?" "It's a saying about children and seasons." "Is this… from across the border?" She nodded. "A child born in a season only remembers the season after. Summer children only see the outcomes: the harvest of fall. They don't see the blistering days of tilling the land, the winter, etc. You are a summer child: optimistic, full of hope. It's adorable and attractive on you, and… surprising."

Bethany's expression froze, the joy in her eyes vanishing as sheer panic took its place. The terror she felt was laid bare in front of Mitchell, and in that moment, it looked almost comical. Though it was the height of summer, Bethany felt a chill crawl over her skin, a chill that had nothing to do with the weather. She had already experienced the madness that Mitchell could descend into for Heather's sake, twice now, and the fear of reliving it a third time made her stomach turn.

Summer sat cross-legged on her bed as she read Saul's message. "Are you done with everything? I want to meet up and discuss some details." "In two more days," Summer replied. "Sounds good. Let me know when you confirm the time," Saul responded. "Okay." Summer stretched herself lazily. She ignored the messages from Anthony and tossed her phone to the side. "Phoebe, it's really late. I'm getting sleepy. Can I skip packing? It's just a two-day and one-night trip." Phoebe chuckled and said, "I'm already done. Ms. Hartford, get some rest. I won't disturb you anymore."

It was a long high table with two stools that we each took a seat on. “I am abandoning the pack if Rebecca becomes Beta. I’m sorry, but she can’t even get through a day without making a scene. She’s supposed to run the pack while the Alpha is busy? This pack is going to burn to the ground.” I chuckled and shook my head. “Maybe she will get a rude awakening? Or, you know, her mate ends up being from somewhere else?” “True. One can hope. We have the Summer Festival that has a bunch of other packs coming in. Maybe she will find her mate if she doesn’t find one within the pack. That will take her far away and be someone else’s problem.”

What do normal people do when they come to Crete for a summer vacation? They probably post photos on I*******m with captions like "Sun, sea, sand #blessed," sip ouzo in the evenings, smash plates, and just soak up that effortless island vibe. And what am I doing? I’m covering my ears with my hands, counting prime numbers backward in my head, and trying not to lose my absolute mind. I am in a literal marathon to stay sane.

It was, like most human things, something in between. July arrived and with it the particular quality of a settled summer — not the tentative warmth of June, which still carried traces of spring's uncertainty, but the full committed heat of a city in summer that had stopped apologizing for itself. Aria liked this quality of July. She liked the commitment of it, the way it made no promises about cooling and instead simply was what it was.