Write a story about somebody reminiscing on an event that happened many summers ago.

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“Fafnir's Island” by Rick Van Cleave

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“Who’s arrow is this?” Calder asked angrily. For the first time, that night, real fear struck their eyes next to the reflected full moon. “I really don’t know?” Eirik admitted. “Ssorry buddy, it’s so dark—except for the moon and all.” Calder laughed as he pulled the arrow from his thigh. “Just don’t let it happen again.” “I will get Gram,” Geir said as he carefully started to walk toward the large rock. “Not so fast,” Sigurd warned. “First let us make sure there aren’t any more surprises behind it or….” “…What?” “It seems too e...

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“Beyond the Riverbend” by Megan Oliver

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‘Isn’t this simply delightful?’ Wren remarked. For it truly was idyllic summer weather. Most summer days are thinly veiled promises, but this was pulled from a childhood dream and stretched out across the sky. The warmth was draped gently over her skin, and filled her heart as a soothing embrace should. It wasn’t a dry summer either. The grass was still lush and green, and the roses on the bushes were in full bloom. The trees around the garden shrugged a gentle breeze through ...

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“Damien” by Marie McLaughlin

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It was a melancholy, partly cloudy summer day, at ten minutes until noon on the boardwalk. Birds sang in the trees, and the sun shined brightly. A young african american man with small dreadlocks stood at the boardwalk fence, facing the ocean, watching half aware, half absentmindedly as the waves rolled in periodically, lapping over one another. He rested his face on his hand and sighed. The young man's father stood beside him, facing the opposite direction. Behind the young man was a boardwalk carnival event. The carnival featured 2 ro...

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“Two Weeks” by Ann Layne

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It was summer time hot and humid. I was very young about 12 or 13 years old. I lived in the city. I spent most of my days at the park or at the pool. But, I longed to be away from traffic, and hot pavement, and so many people. These are only some of the problems of growing up in the city. Is it any wonder I could not wait for camp to arrive. I always enjoyed those two weeks in the country, up north to leave the metropolis behind. I think it’s important for kids to have an outlet in th...

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“BLOOD ON THE GRASS” by Mara Masolini

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BLOOD ON THE GRASS “ Here, Johnny gave it to me…Oh , he is still a fierce hunter, with him these beasts have no escape. It is wild, but Johnny assured me that it is very good to eat, especially if cooked stew. Of course, it needs to be skinned” Peter said, laying the dead rabbit , that he held by its hind legs, upside down, long stretched out on the table. “ Ah, don’t ask me to skin it” Sharon said, who, already at the only seeing the poor beast killed , had felt invaded by a dull malaise. She went to the window , w...

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“Double Dutch: The Sanctuary of My Yesterday” by Misha J

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Double Dutch is a game requiring two long jump ropes turned in opposite directions by two individuals while one or more players are jumping simultaneously. Oftentimes there is a sing-song chant that the players repeat to keep track of the jumping duration before a jumper stops jumping. One up, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine… Summertime was spent around the corner at Aunt Trina and Uncle Troy’s house, my cousin Zanna’s parents. We stayed outside all day. The hot sun stung our bare arms and legs as we played, ran a...

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“Heat Lightning” by Allen Wilkinson

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I’d sat on the porch with the old man for nearly an hour now. He had smoked his pipe and taken large gulps of iced tea out of a jar next to his chair the entire time while I took smaller swallows from the jar he’d given me and waited patiently for him to speak. His wife came out from time to time to refill the jars and immediately returned to the house, leaving us in our shared and sweaty silence. It was the wife who had contacted me some three weeks earlier. She had a friend, she told me, who worked in the courthouse...

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“The Summer of '02” by Abbey Long

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I watch from my rocking chair as the sun disappears behind the towering mountain, ready for a night of fitful sleep. The skies turn from their bright, perky colours, to a dismal grey colour, only lit up by the little specks of stars in the sky. Watching the clouds part, and the wind dissipate, it’s enough to create a peaceful atmosphere. The tranquillity is palpable. Apart from the consistent squeak from a leg of my rocking chair, there is no sound: only silence. I bask in the sensation, until a scream sha...

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“Wait right here...” by Chub Chub

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Rain poured down hard over the small dirt path. The downpour now turning it into mud. A large steel toe boot splashed against the mud as the man angrily made his way to the treeline. There, a man was facing away from the construction worker. Taking off his hard hat, he waved angrily at the sitting man from behind. Yelling he pointed at the forest and back at the bulldozer that had stopped just before hitting him. The light from the bulldozer's lights illuminated them both. As the worker calmed down, he raised an eyebrow as he made out the m...

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“Nordale Park” by Elizabeth Maxson

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“No Samuel,” I said as I caught his arm, “There’s too much glass in there. You might get hurt.” Samuel looked at me and then looked at the empty blue wading pool with numerous shattered bottles. The collection of glass would have been a beautiful semblance if the individual pieces hadn’t been so sharp and jagged. Samuel sighed his six-year-old disgust and then hurried off to the swing set. I was his age when we played on this park’s wooden merry-go-round, metal twisty slides, and metal monkey bars. Samuel r...

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“Red Teddy ” by Tamara Harris

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I twirled the fork in the spaghetti that was on the plate in front of me. I was eating dinner at my parent's house. I didn’t have the appetite to eat. “Go on and tell me about it.” Mom began to drag out the chair across the table from where I was sitting. There in front of her was a cup of God knows what. She enjoyed keeping certain secrets to herself but when it came to receiving rewards, she would gladly show them off. After not having anything to brag about for years, she was excited when she found out she was pregnant with me. ...

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“The Beach Umbrella” by C Banubula

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“Do you remember, dear, the hot beaches of Portugal? The sun beating down on the rocks, torturing them. The sand was like a bed of coals and you had to jump up and run, like a rabbit making its escape.”“No,” I said, “I’ve never been to Portugal.”We were sitting together at a cafe in Midtown. This is the first time we met, or so I believed. She seemed to believe that we knew each other, that we were old lovers, and would not be convinced otherwise.“And that wind,” she continued, “that desert wind coming up from the Sahara! A dry air, like air...

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“"BLANK PAGE"” by Marnyn Paniel

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Children’s giggles, chit-chat, and laughs made me miss my childhood. As I am watching my grade eight students, at our annual school camp, I remembered my best friends and the things we did when we were young.“Teacher why are you smiling?” asked Ericka, one of my students as she was walking closer in my direction. I did not notice her approaching because I’m busy looking back at my adventurous memories.“Hi, Ericka! I am smiling because I remembered how happy I am when I was a child like your age playing with my friends.”“Your smile tells me t...

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“Apologizing” by Penny Polendina

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To everyday people, ghosts didn’t exist. Ghosts. The common name of spirits that had lost their lives along the way, but still had an unfulfilled goal. They wandered the wastelands of the world, dreaming of returning to civilization and fulfilling the quest that they had come back for. Many never did. Many spirits were unable to leave the scorching, empty Sahara Desert or barren, frigid Antarctic wastelands, to go to ...

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“Aviary"” by Tariq Saeed

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Firmly believe everything could be happened in this world ,nothing is impossible. sometimes ,Inbreded 1950 to 1975,saw great changes in the world, especially in science and technology ,inclusion in Every field of life.During or around the era of world wars,poverty excelled and the nation’s mentally deteriorated and disappointed, danced at large ,though all these experiences pointed “That person or nation would kiss success,who ,continued their walk in hardships”.Our life belong to the third world .Still there are hardships an...

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Write a story about somebody reminiscing on an event that happened many summers ago.

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✍️ 217 stories

“Fafnir's Island” by Rick Van Cleave

“Beyond the Riverbend” by Megan Oliver

“Damien” by Marie McLaughlin

“Two Weeks” by Ann Layne

“BLOOD ON THE GRASS” by Mara Masolini

“Double Dutch: The Sanctuary of My Yesterday” by Misha J

“Heat Lightning” by Allen Wilkinson

“The Summer of '02” by Abbey Long

“Wait right here...” by Chub Chub

“Nordale Park” by Elizabeth Maxson

“Red Teddy ” by Tamara Harris

“The Beach Umbrella” by C Banubula

“"BLANK PAGE"” by Marnyn Paniel

“Apologizing” by Penny Polendina

“Aviary"” by Tariq Saeed

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