When The End Of Summer Novels & Stories

The heat wave continues, and so do we—stolen afternoons, midnight swims, bodies tangled under the stars. Endless summer, endless us.

Now I got my answer. It was time. The marriage had run its course. The only thing left was the cooling-off period until the divorce came into effect. T-minus, one month. What a coincidence. The wedding she promised me would happen in one month. … T-minus, 22 days. Lauren was leaving early and coming back late a lot more than usual. The promise of a wedding might as well have never existed.

It was the last Wednesday of the camp session, the last session of the summer, and in all likelihood, the last Wednesday I would ever be on the grounds of Camp Dickinger. In the distance, the huge splashes and happy shouts of afternoon swim time could just be heard. The heat of the day had not yet broken and it was still quite hot, even in the shade.

August. The last full month of summer arrived with the particular knowledge of its own ending — not melancholy, nothing so dramatic, just the specific quality of late summer light that carried in it the awareness of what it was. The evenings were still long but beginning, by degrees so small they required attention to detect, to shorten. The morning air had a crispness under the warmth that wasn't there in July. The pack responded to it the way packs responded to seasonal shift — not with urgency, but with a kind of collective gathering, the beginning of turning toward the interior.

This is September's End. The sweetest downfall of the great manipulator. *** This is the LAST chapter of the novel. Hope you enjoyed reading! Thank you and see you on the next book!

It was a week before the end of the year in the small town of Moon-land, and summer was coming up. All the students were rushing for their final exams, eagerly awaiting summer break and the adults were preparing for the big event. Everyone, but a hand full of people, was excited for the big event, the Omegas.

Each seemed no shorter than a whole week, but, I didn’t have time to look back, more than a year had passed. Autumn. No, it had not yet arrived, but it was already felt in the air of the last summer month. Just a little bit more and the ducks and geese will stretch in wedges to the distant warm lands. It’s good for them - free - they fly wherever they want! And summer is ahead of them again. And here the sky is about to grow heavy from the clouds, showered with rain, and the month is replaced by the fruit of the harvest and ynik ... This is a glorious time! Hearty, fun, they play weddings, arrange festivities. The girl closed her eyes.

It isn’t until the end of August that the first of the proper letters start, and it’s in clear response to one that Aura—that I had posted: Dearest Aura, Thank you very much for your correspondence. If it won’t sound too condescending, may I say that it was extremely charming? I wasn’t expecting it at all, but I should have realised how odd it was when you asked me for a copy of my itinerary three weeks ago. I’ve also always been fond of the end of summer. The appeal of it is quite like the appeal of sunsets, I think—the calm retreat of something brilliant that refuses to shine forever, something beautiful that nevertheless knows restraint. …

"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!"

Always us. THE END