The Summer That Melted Everything Novels & Stories

It lifted my clothes and revealed the scars that covered my body. "Mel, you need to accept the truth. We've been gone for a long time now." My father's words hit me like a punch in the gut. He was right. My parents were no longer alive. In fact, I was already dead. With that thought in mind, our surroundings began to shift. In a flash, we were back to the day I was bullied. Bethany, Charlotte, and the others were laughing as they set my hair on fire with a lighter. Yet, little did they know, I had just come out of the lab and was still covered in alcohol.

It felt like standing at the edge of a frozen lake. Beautiful and Terrifying. One wrong step, and everything could shatter. “Don’t hope too much, Toby,” I whispered into the darkness. My heart ignored me. It already has.

Summer, it’s like my favorite of all the seasons but at the same time I hate it. I woke up late, smiling as I stretch my arms. Alright! No more school. I walk inside the bathroom and took a very long bath. After an hour, I walk inside the closet and found a white shirt and dark wash jeans. I blow dry my hair and went out of the closet and to my room to get my purse. I'm going go out today and have some ice cream. A tradition I have always done when summer starts I went down the stairs looking for mom and dad when Krista pop her head out from the kitchen saying that mom and dad went out so early and that she doesn't know where did they go.

Kristi was moaning so loud she pulled his hair when Benjamin sucked her n*pples while entrusting his finger inside her. "Moan my name, Kristi," Benjamin ordered. "Ahh! Sh*t Benjamin," she shouted when she reached her climax. Benjamin looked at her juices and tasted them. He smirked when he saw her weak face. "I will help you to wash your body, Miss Ice," he sweetly told her. Kristi closed her eyes but she smiled. "Thank you," she says, making Benjamin smile too. "There's nothing free in this world Miss Ice, and I want to f*ck you endlessly until you can't walk anymore," Benjamin's vulgar words make her body tingle in excitement.

She starts humming her favourite song, the one her mum always sang for her to sleep while showering, which brings back the few memories she still remembers about her mother back. By the time she finishes dressing up, she is more than an hour late, but she moves about her house picking her things without any care of the world. “Now let’s move” she says, caressing her black coloured power bike. You can say that is like the most expensive thing she owns, but she is s much in love with it. If there is anyone who scratches it, sure enough the person will see her wrath. Driving past though the traffic using her police siren, she gets to work in fifteen minutes.

Now that he had fallen, everyone who had suffered came forward with company secrets. I did not know who had filed the complaint, but I figured they must have had no other choice. After all, no one would risk their future like that without being pushed to the edge. Nonetheless, I was not surprised that people were eager to kick him while he was down. Then again, it no longer concerned me. I packed my bags, planning to travel with Mom's favorite necklace, and decided to visit our regular restaurant one last time. From a distance, I noticed a strange woman dragging herself along the sidewalk. She was not walking—more like she was crawling.

Elias sat on his bed, back against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him. His phone screen glowed in the dim room as he scrolled through old competition footage, figure skaters who had won qualifiers in previous years, their flawless programs, the way they owned the ice like it belonged to them alone. Every clean triple axel, every centered spin, every confident landing felt like a knife twisting in his chest. His casted arm rested heavily on a pillow beside him, a constant, ugly reminder of how quickly everything could break.

"I can be Spider-Man and Batman? Best day ever!" He turned and bolted up the stairs two at a time, already lost in his own joy, completely unaware of the storm gathering beneath our roof. Alone in the hallway, my fingers drifted to the pendant resting against my collarbone, the one I had worn every single day for ten years. I didn't need to look at it to know the words engraved across its surface. 'Next summer, find me if you can.' I had written that promise for me and Miguel, believing it was the beginning of a love story.

"The smart watch is going to break before the agreement period is even up." "Theo may think he got a new smart watch, but he just got himself a smart pager instead. Poor little thing." … Time passed after that, and soon, it was Theo's summer break. I was just discussing the company's development plans with Austin for the next five years when I suddenly caught sight of the comments once again becoming active. "Damn! I've been paying so much attention to the villains' daily life that I forget we're almost at a crucial point in the main plot!"

It always feels like this small town of mine knows when it’s about to be the first day of summer, and I can't help but wonder, what now? What is next? Hhhph?... Watercolor loves adventure. children on bikes with ice cream dripping from their palms? New lovers and summer flings, kissing behind abandoned storage units and big, thousand-year-old rocks on the beach? Lost shoes after midnight benders and candy flipping, innocence washed away with the waves, never to be retrieved again...the list can go on for days, seventy-seven days to be exact. Maybe...just maybe. I wonder what this summer is going to be like with a killer on the loose.