Write a story about another day in a heatwave.

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“Red Earth ” by Felix Twingrin

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The sun bore down on the brown earth, baking it into a dusty cracked clay that stretched for miles to see. If you stepped on it you would feel it crunch beneath your feet and the hot sand beneath would pour free, ready to be baked by the sun again. Because of this footsteps would stay visible for many days on the great plain. If you ever got lost, you could just turn around and walk your way back, following the line of your own red feet, painted red.The people called it the grace of the sun. They believed he was helping guide travellers...

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“Keep the Change” by Kristina Raynor

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Aggravated. Agitated. Annoyed. I named each drop of sweat as it raced down the small of my back, waiting for my wife in the doorway of this art deco monstrosity of a house she insisted was home because “it spoke to her soul.” Sitting comfortably in the middle of Pacific Beach’s grungy charm, our turquoise and glass house mocked me as I sizzled under the griddle-hot glare of another relentless summer sun. In response to my discomfort, the obnoxious collection of windows for walls glittered beneath the wispy shadows cast by...

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“Soundtrack” by Phil Manders

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Cue: Violins.Hi, my names Carlos. Spanish you’re thinking? No, I’m called Carlos because my mum got pregnant on the Spanish island of Mallorca when she was eighteen. She thinks my father’s name was Carlos or Carlo or Chico or Cristiano. I’ve never met him, all I’ve seen is a faded photo of mum with her arms around a young Spanish lad. To be honest, with my mum, at eighteen she was drunk most of the time….actually she still is, it could have been any of them, or all of them, and then some. Anyway, who needs a dad after all? They’re overrated ...

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“HARIKRISHNAN” by SHYAMALA BHUVANACHANDRAN

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Harikrishnan was standing at the Marina Beach and staring at the waves coming with a great force and striking the shore as though they were about to knock down heavily and destroy everything on their way but they simply receded slowly, losing all of their valour. It appeared as though an opening batsman entered the field under heavy claps and with a lot of fanfare but ended his show with a tame duck. The funny part was that it was getting repeated innumerable times, …. Every time striking the shore with the same vigour and receding with the ...

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“Death of the Fairies” by Deathof TheAuthor

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A few weeks with the parents in Michigan seemed like a good way to spend the summer. Classes were over and Jen had saved enough money during the school year to take a two-and-a-half-month vacation until work resumed in the fall. Her students had also bestowed on her several gift cards for coffees and small purchases at retail stores, on behalf of their parents, who made more money than she did. On holidays and other special occasions—like the end of the school year—she could always count on such small tokens of appreciation for watching thei...

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“Summer Dreams” by Lisa Massimilla

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“Tell me again why living in Florida during the summer is a good thing,” I said, turning on the garden hose. “It's nothing but nonstop heatwaves.”Sitting nearby on a lawn chair, my roommate and best friend Crystal let out an exaggerated sigh. “I would but I’m suffering from heatstroke so hurry up and hand over the water.”“You don’t think this is a bit pathetic?” I adjusted the flow to an easy stream before handing the hose to her. “Sitting in our backyard, dressed in hot pants and tank tops while soaking each other with a garden hose?”“You g...

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“At The Bottom of a Bottle (Or, A Can of Beer)” by Taylor Arbuckle

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“—And so I told Little Rock, I’s like, ‘Son, are you blind or just plain stupid? That ain’t no puppy you done snatched up off the road; that’s a goddamn raccoon!’”Shane circles the lip of his beer with his fingertip as Patch-holder Ma fills the sweltering air with her raucous laughter. Forty years of smoking has given her voice an almost stifling rasp, and her laugh is more hacking than anything, but no one pays it any mind. Ma could have one of those scary smoker’s tubes in her throat and the club wouldn’t treat her any different. Most they...

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“The Cold Heist” by Kevin Leonard

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As soon as I see her step out of her car, I know exactly what she’s going to do, and I’m already mad. So mad I think about going up and saying something to her, but know it’ll just end poorly for me if I do. Sure enough, as soon as she steps out of her car, the first words I hear her say are “It’s so hot out.” Listen, I want to say. If you’re not poor, you are not allowed to complain about the heat. Plain and simple. I’m tired of it. Tired of seeing you step out of your fancy cars in your shorts and your little sun dresses. Tired of...

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“Long Hot Drive” by Bookmark Here

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The car was roasting me like a turkey. Sweat basting every crease of my body. I had the window rolled down of my 82 black Pontiac Firebird but the air was scorching. It did nothing to cool down the inside of the car. I wish I had the air conditioning fixed before the summer but I never thought I would be trekking across Ontario. The urgency in my girl’s voice told me that I just needed to jump in my car. Giving me no time to remove the T-Top of the Bird. That is what a father does for their child. When they tell you to jump. You ask how high...

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“The Girl Who Sold Books on the Road” by A. Arima

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Sheila was sweating. It was 38 degrees celsius. No, she was not aware that it was 38 degrees celsius. She just knew it was a very hot day. She stared at all the twenty books lying next to her on the floor-mat. She looked at them fondly. She could barely read English. However, she could read all the titles of the books. She had mugged them up. Her ‘book-uncle’ had made her mug them up. He was a nice man, she thought. It was because of him that she had started going to school once again. Sheila wondered if this book-uncle and her mother were m...

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“Write a story about summer love — the quarantine edition.” by Jeffrey Hughes

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On this hot blistering day we find ourselves dealing with a lot of challenges. I woke up this morning and headed straight into the home office. Which is where I spend majority of my time. Especially since the pandemic.However, I am so used to being isolated that it is nothing new to me. But nothing could prepare me for this day.For tensions has begun to rise.Notwithstanding the stress and the anxiety. It all began when I received a phone call from my mother.That was advising me that she was being evicted.which had me frustrated ,because ...

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“Just trying to survive” by Jennifer Braveheart

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I live close to Palm Springs California in a town called Indio; it was 121 degrees yesterday. I thought about the heat of tomorrow as my head hit the pillow to sleep. It was the end of July and we will have to endure this god forsaken heat until September when our desert weather will begin to cool off. I was thinking about what to do tomorrow, how to cope as I drifted off to sleep. The dream was floating, lazily along the recesses of my brain. It was rolling gently along the banks of my memory. It was fluttering as softly as butterfly...

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“Summer Bark” by Alien Beans

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One midsummer afternoon, the sun is at its peak looking down from the sky. It seemed to be mocking all living things as it brought down its wrath. The greasy pedestrians are scurrying off to their jobs. The asphalt road is blazing from the exhaust of the usual busy traffic. A humble home with a wide garden stood beside this road catastrophe. The garden is laden with carpets of green grass. In the middle of the garden is a small, yellow inflatable pool with a cartoon character pattern. Loony was closing his eyes as he listened to the spl...

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“Oasis” by Vincent Guillemin

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The AC clatters painfully to a stop, splutters a last breath of cold air and gives up the ghost. Under the hood, the engine revs up, holds a fearful rumble , groans some more and puffs out an unwelcome white and thick smoke that engulfs both sides of the car. The traffic must be moving ahead and honks are urging me on. It’s no use. I carefully step out and shrugs at the angry driver fuming behind. He forces his way on the next lane , hurls a last insult through the open window and stops a few yards ahead. He is looking in his rearview mirror...

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“Unfamiliar Environment” by Jacob Palmilloon

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Endless screaming. That, combined with the whirring of the fan, was enough to drive anyone insane. “Ugh! Remind me why we, a couple of winter sprites, have moved to Texas in the middle of summer!” the figure sprawled out on the floor whined at her roommate. Her thin, translucent blue wings spread apart as much as possible in front of the fan. She let her head fall into the throw pillow in front of her, and she screamed. “--!” Her roommate stopped from her typing to look over at the miserable looking sprite. “What was that last bit, Lumi?” T...

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Write a story about another day in a heatwave.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 177 stories

“Red Earth ” by Felix Twingrin

“Keep the Change” by Kristina Raynor

“Soundtrack” by Phil Manders

“HARIKRISHNAN” by SHYAMALA BHUVANACHANDRAN

“Death of the Fairies” by Deathof TheAuthor

“Summer Dreams” by Lisa Massimilla

“At The Bottom of a Bottle (Or, A Can of Beer)” by Taylor Arbuckle

“The Cold Heist” by Kevin Leonard

“Long Hot Drive” by Bookmark Here

“The Girl Who Sold Books on the Road” by A. Arima

“Write a story about summer love — the quarantine edition.” by Jeffrey Hughes

“Just trying to survive” by Jennifer Braveheart

“Summer Bark” by Alien Beans

“Oasis” by Vincent Guillemin

“Unfamiliar Environment” by Jacob Palmilloon

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