The Mentality of the British Summer
The rain fell down and burst in hot drafts against my skin, as behind the M25 the Sun cast beams of light through the rapidly dispersing clouds. My…
Summer, Where Art Thou?
It's being snowing here for what seems like forever. I can't even remember what grass looks like. Now don't get me wrong I absolutely love snow. It's my favorite form of precipitation....but frankly, it's getting a little old. I'm starting to wish for those days where I could run around barefoot without getting frostbite. Where I could go outside without putting on 500 layers and feel totally fine. What I'm trying to say is I MISS SUMMER! So here's what I want you to do. Write me something about summer. It can be the setting of a story, how you feel about summer, whatever! You are all creative, think of something interesting. Maybe I can read them while I make up a centuries worth of snow days......
Challengers
6 entriesStrawberries
Does it smile as the sun glistens off its skin? Given mouth, would it sigh as their water washes over the green leaves of its hair? Is there comfort in its…
Donner and Blitzen and the Summer Immigrants
The dragonfly and firefly hovered over a rose. “Right there! Do you smell it now?” Donner asked Blitzen. “It’s insecticide! She found one of those Dog-gone . …
Hot Summer Sun
The summer sun was hot against my back. But thankfully the ground was cool on my bare feet. I was glad that my clothes were summer clothes. “It sure is hot…
An Old Argument
“Mom! Eara won’t let me out!” The haggard mother of four set down her wash basket. It settled on the dryer with a curious metallic clunk. She craned her neck…
Hurry Summer
The creek flows freely now after many frozen months iced over. Trickling along a sandy bottom it pushes its way downstream into the swimming hole, tumbling…