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Write a story about summer love — the quarantine edition.

Posted in Romance on Jul 10, 2021

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✍️ 131 stories

Split

Yoomi Ari

Submitted to Contest #53

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 deeper into my ears, blocking out any noise my mind may make. Sighing, I drink a few sips of the broth. I stop and look ...

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Where the Rain Falls Red

Submitted to Contest #53

On the planet Catharsis, summer was not a joyous affair. In fact, it was quite the opposite. During the hotter months, it rained constantly. It fell in torrents and sheets, leaving everything drenched. As if that weren't bad enough, it was no ordinary rain. It was a toxic rain, stained red from the radioactive particles floating in the upper atmosphere. If caught in a storm, 90% of the population would fall gravely ill and die painfully soon after exposure. The only people who lived on Catharsis were those who were not filthy rich enough to ...

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Summer (Wolf) Love

BRoOkE HAs A COwBoY HAt

Submitted to Contest #53

Luna slept soundly in her cave. The cold rock under her was satisfying. A ray of late-night moonlight covered half of her face from the hole in the roof. Luna rolled over onto her other side and her legs kicked; undoubtedly the result of a dream. For the rest of the night, Luna stays still in a deep sleep. The morning comes too early for Luna, but soon enough she is up and eating a juicy rabbit that she caught the night before for breakfast. Once her stomach is full, Luna is pushing the big gray rock (the door to her cave) out of her way so...

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honey lavender matcha latte

Natalie Strawbridge

Submitted to Contest #53

We hadn’t seen each other in two years, hadn’t spoken or even texted since then, until she liked my post about moving to the city and asked, in a comment, if she could show me the best coffee in Chicago. And I, having no friends and a roommate I’d just met and didn’t care for, said yes.She called me twenty minutes before we were supposed to meet. Her name flashed across my phone and I was momentarily confused. I hadn’t heard from her since our conversation in the Facebook comments, and had convinced myself we weren’t still meeting. After all...

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Werewolf Love

Amiable Sorceress

Submitted to Contest #53

She climbs, sweat dripping off her forehead. Ruthlessly, she slams her fist into the rock, a rope slung over her shoulder. Almost there, almost there and then she can pretend the crowds weren’t gathering around her; the people snapping pictures as she swings gracefully to the window ledge, gasping for air. Today she slips, stands up, regains her posture, and moves to the window, gliding across the polished stone as if she’d been doing this her whole life. ******************************************** He stares out the window, wait...

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Very spicy

Tariq Saeed

Submitted to Contest #53

Sorry, sorry, sorry, your story is not worthy to publish,Mr David..you are a seasoned writer and you are presenting a story like this, you know all the pros and cons of this business,” said the editor to Me very angrily. “But Sir, this story depicts the lives of the poor farmers and our country is in a development stage and we have to protect the lives and interest of the poor Farmers”I answered in a very defensive way. “Listen,said the editor,we are professionals ,we must know the pulse of the audience. Every body reads some spic...

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Velvet Hugs!

P. Jean

Submitted to Contest #53

(Write a story about summer love — the quarantine edition.) The small green light next to his name tells me he is on line. I wonder what we would have done before messenger and similar platforms. Letters, scented and lovely, a dried flower pressed into the pages! Perhaps a primary school heart drawn with our initials and arrows depicting sand and stones and the ocean. Ah yes, we have a connection... ~~~~~ June: Hello my dearest, I write to you this afternoon to let you k...

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Me, Grace, and The Window Space

♥☪ᙏҽɬσɳყ Ƒɾҽ𝓶σɳԃ☪♥

Submitted to Contest #53

You'd think being trapped in the house all day and not being about to go outside as much would be a dream come true for an antisocial like myself, but newsflash! It's not.It was so much more a dream when I was obligated to do so because I wanted to, not because I must. Being trapped in the house because you have to takes the fun out of it. Now I'm faced with the reality that I have no friends and no life. (Not that I didn’t know that before.) Guess who isn't and hasn't gotten texts from anyone in over a year? Your girl Samara here!Quara...

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Girl in the Red Dress

Anti Matter

Submitted to Contest #53

I couldn’t quite explain the shudder that ran its course through my veins from the moment you told me your name. It was fairly common, biblical, one I’d heard many people go by. Perhaps it was the way you expressed it with in that gentle tone that radiated the warmth of a cuddle. It imprinted on my mind like a bolt of lightning that grazes the skin with its beautiful grasping pattern. The same electricity that fizzed through my nerves as we danced the night away to the merry melodies of the ceilidh. It was no surprise you caught m...

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My Day Has Come

Submitted to Contest #53

I am way past the time when there was such a thing as summer love. I mean, that’s for a girl between, say thirteen and sixteen, give or take a year on either side. When I say way past. I mean WAAAAYYYY past. However, the cause of that is not just the fact that I have added a few more years on the sixteen side.First, allow me to ruin the story by saying I don’t believe in love, at least the flowers and chocolate kind. Oh, I used to, but life has made me a whole lot smarter. It took me a while, but I finally learned my lesson. I got the messag...

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Love in the Time of Covid

Submitted to Contest #53

I hardly ever heard a word out of her mouth during High School. I think you know the type. Sat in the back of the class. Kept to herself when asked anything. Never made eye-contact if she could help it. An enigma. A riddle. Emelia. That was her name. I at least remembered that much about her. Somehow, someway, we became Facebook friends. I don’t know when, to be honest. We had never actually talked as best as I could recall. Then one day it happened. Her post showed up on my feed. It was a simple enough pict...

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in the air again

Masha Kurbatova

Submitted to Contest #53

Strings of ants crawled on the walls of my seventh-grade French classroom, really a trailer. Our middle school, like most in Georgia, had little money and too many kids. When the classrooms run out of space, they put up trailers. A cluster of them parked outside the gym. It was freezing in the wintertime, scorching in the spring, with bees and hornets visiting class daily, as if we were pioneer children educated on the Western frontier. The French teacher hated children. You could see this wasn’t what she wanted in life. She snuck cigarettes...

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Goodbye Harry

Submitted to Contest #53

My Dearest Harry,Do not be angry with me for letting so much time lapse between my last letter and this one. Such is the nature of this death that it affords me time to prepare my final words. I am grateful that Fate has permitted me to compose this letter but I did not know how to put in words what you could discern from my eyes immediately. I wasted many hours beginning and stopping and I almost squandered this gift for the pen grows heavier with each passing day. Forgive this imperfect letter and my imperfect farewell.I know you wish to b...

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Summer Lovin'

Eve Naden

Submitted to Contest #53

I’d been reading the same sentence for three minutes now. I still couldn’t focus. The magazine, depicting landscape shots of decadent granite kitchens, seemed to wilt in my hands. It was some subscription piece, received through my letterbox this morning, where a too-happy woman who was much thinner than me, was standing in front of a newly refurbished manor in the Cotswolds, occupied the front cover. I glared at her, cursing her straight white teeth as they gleamed like my dead Mother’s pearls which sat on my vanity in the bedroom, neve...

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Locked Down In Love

Greg Gillis

Submitted to Contest #53

Gary and Lisa met online through one of the social media sites over a year ago. They spent several of those months getting more anxious to meet. Gary lived in Calgary, Alberta, Canada, while Lisa lived in Los Angeles, California in the United States of America so casually meeting up wasn’t an easy task to undertake. Lisa worked as a model and actress, so her career kept her traveling regularly from one State to ...

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