When The End Of Summer Novels & Stories

For a moment she studies it like it’s a piece of art, then sighs dramatically. “I can’t believe summer is ending,” she says with a pout. I lean back against the counter, letting my weight rest on the bar as I scan the diner floor. Outside the windows, the evening light has already started fading into that hazy blue that comes right before night settles in. “Tell me about it,” I sigh. Fewer tourists. Colder nights. And soon enough, the quiet lull before winter really sets in. As I glance across the diner again, a strange prickling sensation runs along my skin.

Monday was a perfect pool day. After the rain on Sunday, the sun had came back out in full force for what some of the old timers around town called “Indian Summer”. It’s apparently a time in late fall, usually October or November, when Mother Nature decides that summer is not quite over and hits us with one more blast of hot weather before we have true fall and then the first hints of winter. It was ninety degrees by noon so after finishing a late breakfast and playing some basketball with Nate in the gym inside the large building called the pool house, we switched gears and climbed in the pool.

Summer takes up most of that time with the planning of her eighteenth birthday party, and on the night, I hold my breath as we wait for her to find her mate. Summer’s plans are shattered when the night ends, and she has looked into the eyes of every single male that was there and not one was her mate. The morning after Summer’s birthday, our house has a huge dark cloud hanging over it. Summer refuses to get out of bed. She refuses to eat, and she point-blank refuses to go to school. She only has a couple of weeks of school left, but according to my melodramatic daughter, her life has ended and there is no need for her to finish school.

It was my life’s work…my blood. “You want my advice?” “No. But you’ll give it to me anyway.” “Your job has brought you the worst agony you’ve ever known. Yes, there’s good stuff like money, power, and enemies’ bloodshed, but for the most part, it’s fucking stressful. Sofia and Andrew have only brought you joy. I think the answer is pretty obvious.” Summer had ended, and now it was late September. Toward the end of the month was when things started to change. Leaves turned from green to red, and the humidity slowly turned into fog. Fall had arrived, bringing crisp days with sunshine.

, Drake responded before giving a lengthy explanation. "Summer solstice is the day when we celebrate life and new beginnings. It starts in the morning. The whole town participates, and only a handful of stores is open in the morning, while all are closed in the afternoon. People compete in various sports, and there is a parade. Kids make their own floats, and the best ones get rewards in various categories. In the afternoon, vendors open their stalls with games and food in the town square. In the evening, there is music, drinks, and dancing around the bonfire, and it all ends with fireworks."

I think it’s time to turn on the air conditioning. While the windows rolled up, I quickly turned on the A/C to the highest intensity and sped off. Luckily this time, I didn’t almost hit anyone. It took only a few minutes and we were taking the turn I was looking forward to. They described the environment to be a neighborhood hidden between tamed forest trees. But all I was seeing for now were just trees that were shedding all their red, orange and yellow leaves to the autumn. I kept going anyway, Claire did mention I would see at least two coffee shops before seeing homes and she was right.

However, he never showed himself, leaving me with no chance to vent my frustration. This absurd routine continued until the Snowcrest New Year. It was the grandest festival on the Snowcrest Plateau. To my surprise, John did not show up. By the time the sun was setting, I overheard people talking. Another avalanche had struck the Skyspire Mountains. My eyelid twitched. A moment later, the neighbor’s daughter spotted me and asked in surprise, “Dr. Summer, isn’t that handsome guy with you? He went to get you a gift, didn’t he?”

Paul also noticed this, but in his defense, it was normal. The September End Fest will be starting on 28th and ending on the 30th. Three-day time of the festive atmosphere will be a hustle, that's why most people at this time were busy, same goes to Paul and Seri who will be performing on the 30th for the final event of the festival. While busy checking all the pieces of equipment, only the sound of the guitar's strings was vibrating throughout the room. Creak! Step.

“It’s about Summer. I’ve figured out what her curse is and how she can get back her wolf. During the full moon, I think I’ll be able to track it.” “We’ll be right there.” I ended the call and shoved the phone in my pocket. Finally, some good news.

The end of the school year came faster than I was ready for. Ethan’s last official day was a Friday in early June. We celebrated by driving out to the lake with his friends and Mia, a bonfire burning low as the sun set behind the trees. The air was thick with summer, with the promise of long, lazy days and the bittersweet knowledge that this was the beginning of the end.