Summer On The Bluffs Novels & Stories

The Summerlands appeared just as she remembered it. Blue skies, luscious green grass, birds chirping in the distance, and off to the side a crystal blue lake surrounded by sawgrass and ducks. The air felt warm, but not hot, with a gentle breeze blowing across the landscape, tugging the branches of the trees, rustling the leaves, but never making them fall. The place remained pristine, gorgeous, peaceful. Except for one spot.

A sickening dread filled my gut. My history with Summer was as complicated as it was simple. We'd met as infants at Seasmoke - a clandestine area of Myrtle Beach - when my folks bought their seasonal home. Ian Memmer's family, the boy who'd grown up next door to her and her father, had just purchased the house beside ours. Rick O'Callahaun was another good friend of hers she'd grown up with, and his folks vacationed with the Memmers and Quinns.

From time to time the animals bleated at each other as if exchanging words, and tried to push their fellows away from the most delicious areas of grass. Johann hated the Black Cliff and dreamed to leave it, break out of the mustiness of the eternal fog and head south where it was always warm as in summer, the harvest ripened faster, and the air smelled lavander and peaches. Capital people delivered groceries for sale in the villages the Black Cliff.

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.

I got out of the tent and felt the bright sunlight hitting my eyes. Upon this first day of summer I felt as if I opened a book, yet instead of words to greet my eyes, the pages rendered a soft and warming light. Cindy and Jake had matched bikini and shorts and i couldn't help but smirk so big. The first day of summer comes as a brilliant smile radiated from the heavens, one my soul returns on reflex. Jake was holding a medium sized Bluetooth radio with a collection of favorite hit songs.

I have never seen such a hot summer. The heat fills me all over until my body practically melts. The sun is shining so brightly that it almost obscures the summer blue sky. The air is clear, as only in summer it can be. The colours shine around me. They make me feel as if the moment of ripening and blossoming has arrived, we are in the full bloom of nature and I am here abandoned and alone.

"Helbert! Helbert!" Little feet in flip-flops sprinted across the sand towards a young guy with long hair standing barefoot on the beach. The kid’s face lit up with joy, like seeing Helbert on the shore was the best thing that happened to him today, giving him two precious moments at once.

"The pay is supposedly the best in town, and they even issue internship completion certificates." As soon as she finished speaking, all eyes turned to me. Bethany continued, "Prime Works Factory is your family's, right? You'll figure out how to get us in. Once summer break starts, we're heading there. Also, get us cushy positions. You know, the kind where we sit in air-conditioned offices and drink coffee all day." She was the leader of the group. As she spoke, she lifted my chin with the tip of her shoe. Her red lips curled into a sneer, and her gaze pierced through me, as if I was nothing more than a speck of dust.

"I want to finish my special surprise for Aunt Emily. She will be happy to see that I managed to write a lot." "Oh, my daughter is very smart. Then, don't go anywhere. Wait here. I'll be back soon. If anything happens, do you remember what you have to do?" Summer held the whistle hanging around her neck. "I must blow this whistle without stopping." "Good. Prove that you're not a little baby anymore." Sky raised an eyebrow. "I'm not a baby anymore, Mama." Summer's cheeks puffed up.

Summers were the total opposite, and on really hot days, locals often bragged about frying eggs on their car bonnets. Despite the subzero temperatures tonight, Holly stood there for what seemed like a lifetime, but could only have been a few moments, gazing at the grassy knolls in the distance, feeling incredibly small and insignificant against the vast openness of her aunt's land. She hadn't been here in months. In fact, the last time she was in Pine Crest, she couldn't even stay with her aunt because the Institute had booked them all into a three-star boutique hotel close to their show's venue. But Holly still remembered all the summer holidays and long weekends she spent here as a little