Summer Nights Words Novels & Stories

she replies, smiling. Oh, wow, that went better than I thought it would, “Promise? You aren’t just saying that?” I question, “Promise. We are on the same page.” She answers. I instantly relaxed, knowing we were thinking the same, for now, but there was a chance my recent thoughts would reappear, but I will just continue to fight them for the rest of our time because after the summer, we go back to our lives and possibly not see each other. “What do you want to do today?” I ask, “Or do you want to write some more?” I added.

At five, he's now getting too big to sit on my husband's shoulders. Of course, summer feels far away now. Of course, summer feels far away now, so different from the thrilling chaos of my youth, those nights spent lost in the rapture of music, the thrill of strangers' kisses, and the intoxicating rush that seemed to stretch endlessly into dawn. How long has it been since I stayed up past midnight, or did something by myself, instead of sitting in front of my laptop or taking care of my kid in this flat that is starting to feel suffocatingly small?

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.

"O-Of course. We're friends." Satisfied with my response, Bethany finally let go of my arm and followed me inside. I opened the door, but the office was pitch-black. "Dad, these are the friends I mentioned, the ones coming to work here for the summer," I said cautiously. Before I could introduce them, they pushed past me and crowded into the room. "Hello, Mr. Parker. We're here for the summer jobs. May I know what the pay is like? Is ten thousand dollars a month okay? Oh, and I'm not really into factory work. Can I get an office job instead?"

Maybe I was destined to feel this only for him. "Well we have to leave you now, Joshua has to open up the salon and I have to meet with the real estate agency." Anthony said as he and Joshua got up. "Well see each other this weekend for camping, Summer you said you know a perfect spot." Huh, Summer had no clue, somehow I think she never even went camping. "Yes, my driver will pick us all up and drop us off." Summer said, her eyes shined as she looked at Anthony. It was either the shine of love or the shine of a hangover, either way it was nice to see.

The impending separation of them tugged their hearts. As the sun began to go down, painting the skies in the shade of gold, D'Andre found themselves sitting by the water's edge, letting their friends drink the last bottles of their beers. D'Andre's fingers intertwined with Maiari's, watching the waves whisper their secret to the very end of the shore. “It's been an incredible summer,” D'Andre said, there's a glowing gratitude but sadness is more evident. Maiari smiled, reflections of the hues of the sunset in her eyes. “Yes, it has. But you know, even though the summer is ending, the memories we've made will stay with us forever.”

Unable to sleep, Hilda tossed and turned. In the early dawn of the morning, she suddenly heard the sound of rain hitting the eaves. Hurriedly putting on her nightgown, she got out of bed, pushed open the window, and saw an unexpected summer rain. The weather in August was hot and humid so every time it rained, the air was filled with hot steam. Standing by the window, Hilda reached out. Feeling the cold raindrops fall into her palm, she finally relaxed.

Sam wasn't kind, but he had shown me kindness in his own way. The night breeze was refreshing and fragrant with the smell of lilacs. Summer was always the highlight of the year in Wolf Bay - a time for warmth, sunshine, and freedom from school. It was a season where I could avoid the bullies, and tonight, I felt relief that I would be escaping them forever. The walk to my mom's trailer felt longer than usual, as I kept pausing to take in my surroundings. However, every memory that flooded my mind was unpleasant, and by the time I arrived home, I was eager to leave.

“Keep laughing, and you’ll be sleeping by yourself tonight.” I immediately stopped laughing. “That’s not funny,” I stated. “Probably the reason I’m not laughing,” she countered. “We do have sports and events that we pattern after what you’re used to.” “Like what?” “Solstice Olympics. Summer solstice is like the summer Olympics, and the winter solstice is like the winter Olympics.” “Are the events the same?” “Nowhere close.” “What are they like? Is it fun?” “I’ll take you this summer. You can judge for yourself.”

Grace! Silence still reigned in the yards of the village, but the smoke of the hearths was already stretching over the settlement - soon the hunters would return from fishing, the youth would come from the reeds, the children from the forest. Then the village will come to life: silence will crumble into voices, laughter, squeals, screams and joyful barking of dogs. Summer days are long and bright. Night barely steps on the threshold, barely spreads its black wings over the world, and the morning dawn is already breathing down her neck. It would always be like this...