#53: Dog Days of Summer
"The dog days of summer" conjure images of dogs laying around, panting from the sweltering heat of mid to late summer.
But the saying itself stems from the ancient Romans who associated these hot and humid days with Sirius, the brightest star in the Canis Major constellation (or 'Large Dog' constellation). Sirius is so bright, the ancient Romans believed it contributed additional heat to the Sun, causing July and August temperatures to soar.
As we are currently in the midst of them, it only felt fitting for this week's prompts are inspired by the dog days summer (or diēs caniculārēs in Latin)!
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This week's prompts
Write about a few people spending a long-overdue weekend away at a cottage.
Summer – 127 stories
Write a story that begins with someone's popsicle melting.
Summer – 265 stories
Write a story about a teenager spending their final days at home before going away to college.
High School – 121 stories
Write a story about summer love — the quarantine edition.
Romance – 134 stories
Write a story about another day in a heatwave.
Summer – 182 stories
“The Delights Of Magic Ice” by ᗩᗴᖇIᑎ ᖇᗴᗷᗴᑕᑕᗩ ✨🌈
“Uuuugh, nothing is possible!”The words fly out of my mouth as I fling my sweaty arms in the air. The sofa is damp and uncomfortable against my damp and uncomfortable back. “The AC will never start working, I will never stop sweating gallons, and THIS FREAKIN’ HEAT WAVE WILL NEVER END!”“Carson,” Ron emphasized, “be more, uh…positive.”“Dude, you were complaining a second ago.”“At least I wasn’t saying nothing was possible! That’s dark for a 1...
“Melting Is Deadly ” by ᗩᗴᖇIᑎ ᖇᗴᗷᗴᑕᑕᗩ ✨🌈
The popsicle is going to kill me.Not directly. No, it’s the heat plus the popsicle that will end me.I remember those times when a popsicle melting was mildly annoying. Less to be eaten, more to be cleaned. It dripped down my leg, leaving a sticky trail of artificial flavoring.Now, the popsicle melting is deadly.I gulp and try to calm myself as it melts a little more. Because… Every drip that slides off shaves more time off my life.Every drop means I get closer to per...
“(Pink)y Promise” by Deborah Angevin
Pink was my favourite colour.It looked innocent, yet sweet. Cute, yet cheerful.Just like me back in the last year of junior high school. The me who caught the eyes of a boy in grey-coloured uniform. The boy was standing at the gate when I came to hand in some documents to enroll in the high school of my choice. When our eyes met, I smiled at him and passed by.And it seemed my smile made him forget about the popsicle in his hands which started to melt under the su...
“For My Truth, Would You Set Me Free?” by Doubra Akika
“I hate you. I hate you so much,” I scowled at her, looking directly into her eyes. She taught me not to believe the words of other people if they were afraid to meet your eyes. She said it meant they were lying. I lied.When she grabbed those car keys, I should have stopped her. If I had known what would have happened, I would have stopped her but, who knows anything? We think we do, and then we realize we don’t know. Not even close.If only there was a way to go back in time, to prevent me from shouting those words. If only ...
“Trial by Fire” by Phebe Emmanuel
Fire.Smoke.Ashes.They neared the Great Divide, each step heavier than the last. The notion that maybe they had left too late, and that they would never step foot through the gateway swam around in his mind, but Andrei pushed it away, struggling to keep hope alive through the damp washcloth draped over his nose and mouth. The sounds of an active war zone surrounding him and his heavily pregnant wife, Oleksandra, jolted the rocks underneath their feet as the bombs rained from the sky. He and Olek had come to the West ab...
“The Things You Don't Say” by BeInspiredAbstracts/Etsy SarahGreenwood
It was the hottest summer of the decade the year we bought our first air conditioner. It was August 1988, the summer before I entered high school, the summer before life got complicated. The six of us (seven if you count Daisy, the basset hound) loaded into the green Chevy station wagon and drove to Sears, Roebuck and Co. (as it was still called back then.) We were the only people on our street to get an air conditioner. Ronald Reagan was king and we were rich. &nbs...
“Infected Love” by Amany Sayed
She was his anchor, keeping him sane, and he was her glue, keeping her together. They were never apart if they could help it. It was only supposed to be a small business trip...But then the airports closed down to ease the spread of the virus, so the two lovers were apart. Little did she know it would be forever....｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡*∞*⍋⋆*❅｡.Girl’s PerspectiveYou’re so far awayI wish you were with mePlease come and stayI need yo...
“Red is a Common Color” by Lata B
A warm breeze brushes my shoulders as I bike down 15th street. It might sound weird, but I'm on a quest to find a butterfly. I want to find the prettiest one. The most delicate one with fragile wings. It's a steamy hot day so surely, they should be out there somewhere. As the wind plays with my hair, I think about her. Her bright eyes wander through my mind. The way she laughed every time it rained. "God's peeing!" She would scream at the top of h...
“Simple Life” by Corey Melin
“What in the cosmos are you doing?” asked a bewildered Stewie.“I am watching to see how long it takes for my popsicle to melt,” replied Nubert, staring at it intensely as it slowly dripped to the ground.“I spent the little amount of money I have on something you love, and you watch it melt instead of eating it?” Stewie asked in astonishment.“Just think Stewie. Maybe we can make money if I go to the scientists and tell them how many drops fall from a popsicle. I bet no one knows.”
“Split ” by Yoomi Ari
You would expect me to powerlessly eat through my food, but here I am slurping the ramen. I bring my face closer to the half-filled bowl, using my chopsticks, I ambush and attack on the vulnerable. Pulling my feet up into a cross-legged position, the overly large pyjamas lay soft on my skin, keeping in the warmth at night, allowing me peace as the stars shine brightly above. I press the headphones until they plunge deepe...
“Crimson Tears” by Aditya Pillai
It was summer; the sky was blue, the birds were chirping and Johann wanted to die.It was a curse. It would lure him in every year, making him feel emotions that weren't his. The excitement, the anticipation, the rush of release; all that which had seemed so wonderful and natural in the moment made him feel sick to his stomach in retrospect.The illusion of thrill; one not felt in and of itself, but only in its anticipation.It was a salesman who sweet talked you into buying that oh-so-ne...
“The Flavors of Life” by Amany Sayed
Your lemon-lime popsicle drips steadily onto your tights. It’s like a summer routine now. Attempt to cool down with popsicle, ruin clothing instead. Seriously, though, your tights have suffered so much. There’s grass stains, ink, candle wax, and now a couple of drops of a lemon-lime popsicle. You take a lick. It’s one of those cheap ones, the ones that are shorter than a pencil and are packed with that delicious artificial flavoring. The ones you have no idea how to eat once you have only a little ice on one s...
“Here We Go Again” by Avery G.
It was a hot summer Sunday, and I was already ready for winter. I was in my house, a nice two-story suburban home. We lived in a nice neighborhood that had a community pool. There were a lot of nice families and kids here. The thing was, all of my friends that lived here were on vacation. So here I was, bored and at home.“Mom,” I asked. “Can we please turn on the air conditioner? It’s so humid.”“No, Claire.” She answered, making cookies in the kitchen. “We need to save money. Go cool yourself o...
“Family is Forever” by Amany Sayed
I walk out of my bedroom, my hands lightly brushing the peeling wallpapered walls. I stop at the end of the hall, at the spot where there are pen marks and small dates scribbled in messy handwriting. Tears come to my eyes as memories overtake me. “Stand up” I giggle. “Stand up straight, for goodness sake Paige!” I giggle again but oblige, straightening my back against the wall and stan...
“Heavenly Cottage” by Corey Melin
Today is to be a momentous occasion for James for today is the day he shall see his long-forgotten friends. Friends that many years have gone by since he last saw them. “Has it been twenty, thirty, or even forty years ago since I last saw them all together,” he pondered. James sat in a nice, soft, brown recliner facing a large window that looked...
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