The sweet stench of summer filled my nostrils reminding me that soon scorching heat would cook the Earth's surface alive. Burning the humans skin to a toasty brown color or a tomato red. How pleasant. The summer always reminded me of pain and the times I hated to be alive I thrived I am the dark. In fact, some might say I'm the dark. Summer was like Hades came up from the underworld a brought Hell to the earth. When I was younger my mother my siblings and I to be beach to build sand castles and play in the murky ocean water. I used to pretend to be a shark and snatch and splash my brother. After three or four times my brother rushed to my mother and told her how I tried to scare him out in the shallows. My mother told me I was no longer to go to the beach and my brother was the only aloud to go. That's when summer became a stench to me and my brother's euphoria away from me.
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Short Stories
Short StoryA collection of short stories that do not connect. Just little random musings that I thought of. Some may be longer than others.
