Summer On The Bluffs Novels & Stories

“Sum, after we get married, I’ll bring you to Sea City to watch the first snow by the ocean. ‘Summer, as long as I’m around, I’ll always spoil you like a princess. “Summer, I love you…” Outside Sea City, Summer was standing at the edge of Eternity Bridge. There was a thick layer of glistening snow beneath her feet, but the surface of the water was like a black hole that sucked in all the snowflakes that fell on it.

The sun had made its way to a quarter of the sky. Only a few hours left until noon. The clouds only slightly covered the sun from casting its blazing heat onto the creatures below. Beefaloes roamed the field, grazing on grass in their herd. A nearby river flowed gently from the mountain tops all the way down hill. Suddenly, an arrow pierced the ground. As soon as a beefalo noticed it, it immediately made a run for it. Seeing their herd member running, the others soon followed behind without reason.

he adds, together with his diabolic laugh. "Not funny, Malik! Not funny at all!" I retort, and it makes him laugh even louder, together with Cyrus. Apparently this is the first national park in America; so I'm kind of elated to finally see it even from above. I see a group of American Bison running around. The chopper heads south, and we meander down the Gelatin Canyon; it immediately puts my camera into a better use. After flying by for a while, we finally approach the famous Big Sky County. It is way beautiful than I imagined. It's like something from an old book, its architecture old and vintage. The snow covers most of its landscapes, giving me a little taste of winter amid the summer.

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.

“How? It feels so strong!” “Listen to my voice. I’m taking you home, Scarlett. Let me tell you about the camp, all right? It’s fun, like a holiday. There are huts there, and tents, and an old well. The sun is so bright in the mornings, the air so crisp.” He was talking fast, fast enough that his voice became strained from lack of breath. “You can see the ocean from the clifftop, too. It’s so blue. Endlessly blue. It stretches for miles, a perfect mirror of the sky above. The rocks roll down to meet it, mossy and gnarled. You can hear the gentle wash of the waves brushing against the shore.”

Or maybe he just used every possible way out of boredom. Katherine raised her head, her face uneasy, but serious. "I'm sorry, it is too dangerous. I can't let you into the forest…" Into the forest… into the forest…, the leaves whispered back. There was a clearing with a creek flowing between the weed. It was a hot summer day and birds flocked in the higher branches of the trees all around, singing mourning melodies. A little girl in a white summer dress played the flute to accompany them. She sat on a stone near the water, her black hair swaying softly with the wind.

She stood in front of the window, staring at the snow on the ground outside all night. She thought about the future, relationships, and more until headache set in. ＊ Back in the villa, the old lady was sitting in the living room, watching TV. “Where did you two go today?” She asked as Mark and Summer entered in tandem. “We have gone to Chatforte Tops,” Summer said with a smile. “So how was the trip?” the old lady asked. Summer took out the photos from her wallet and handed it to the old lady, her eyes narrowing into a smile. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

I sat near the window while watching as the city lights faded and were replaced by tall trees, winding roads, and hints of sunlight creeping over the area. When we arrived at the location, the sun was already rising. The summer camp was located deep in the countryside. It was an expansive area surrounded by tall pines, beautiful hills, and a winding river that glinted in the early dawn. A small lake also reflected the rising sun while wooden cabins lined the outer ring of the forest clearing, and beyond them, I could see trails that disappeared into the trees. I stepped off the bus while my shoes were crunching against the gravel path, and took it all in.

Mr Alberty clears his throat when everyone finally stirs awake. "Like in the brochure, we are staying tonight at the Blue Hills Hotel fifteen minutes away from the southern entrance of the park. To reach there, we'll have to walk a little and climb a few steps from where our bus is going to stop. So, every one be together. Don't get lost." "Once we reach there, rooms will be alloted to all of you. We are 38 in total, 15 boys, 21 girls and the two of us," Mr Alberty says referring to himself and Miss Huxley, the lady teacher in charge from Angelwood High.

From the second-floor window, Nick watched the whole scene unfold, a mixture of curiosity and concern on his face. ------- Nick's backyard was a symphony of summer joy. The sun, a benevolent overlord, beamed down on the group of friends gathered at his house. The scent of freshly cut grass filled the air as they laughed and played games. The sound of splashing water mixed with the chatter and laughter, creating the perfect soundtrack for a lazy summer afternoon. It was one of those days that felt endless, where time seemed to stretch with the warmth and company of friends.