the sprawling heatwave got into my toes and it felt as if they were melting. When on earth will this end? At this moment I wished I was in Antartica
pat
I already had this one. I can’t believe I already had it.
Or did I just hallucinate a bit, since it’s so hot?
I’m not sure.
I’m not sure about anything.
I want to be, but I can’t believe. Can’t trust myself in the heat, y’know?
Anastasia
They stood at the top of the cliff, or rather, Norine stood and Amelia just lay there, panting heavily, her chest pressing into the flat dirt at the top of the precipice. Norine was just as exhausted after scaling the rock wall but was also self conscious of her general physical ineptitude beside Amelia, so she fought the urge to do exactly what Amelia was doing in that moment.
jetpackjamie
Last summer there was a heatwave that managed to melt all the ice in the Antarctic.
This meant global floods plagued the entire world which actually reduced the population enough that now there is no world hunger.
It actually worked out pretty well.
david burns
The heatwave is so hot!Does heatwave means that the wave is very hot?
Jessie
She sinks and melts. It’s the rain of a million suns soaking into her flesh, her bones, liquefying her into organic soup and tooth mush, hair follicles and brain waves floating through the air, radiating into the earth and down where things aren’t dead and aren’t alive.
This was unbearable! I’d only just stepped outside and I could feel the humidity ruining the hair that I’d just spent half an hour perfecting. It was like I hadn’t even done anything.
I groaned to myself and continued on my walk. This heatwave had better be over soon, or else someone was gonna be facing my wrath.
Baby, it’s hot outside. I’ve got the air conditioner on. Can’t get the apartment under 120 degrees. Too hot for you. I’m afraid the cold water’s gonna give out. The refrigerator is failing. I have you covered in bags of ice. I’m so sorry, honey, I’m so damned sorry. We sure messed up this planet. If you go into heat stroke, I’ll figure something. But I have a ripping headache, a migraine, and I can’t plan ahead anymore. I’ve loved you so much.
Joanna Bressler
California. Sticky hot weather, no wind to give reprieve. Ice melts off the bottles, droplets fall to the heated cement. Laughter in the ocean while the waves crash against dry skin. California, sunshine sunday’s , heat across our bodies as we tan golden under the freedom of a blue sky.
The heatwave was rushing up her back. It was devouring all the pain and fears. It was a lion in the dark. Cold, ancient, golden glowing eyes. She was consumed, she was relieved, she was set free.
The heatwave was rushing up my back. It was devouring all the pain and fears. It was a lion in the dark. Cold, ancient, golden glowing eyes. I was consumed, I was relieved, I was free.
Liz
there’s a heatwave
in the meat cave
I meet the butcher of this land
beefy dude with meaty hands
the bacon is bakin’
the turkey’s are shaven
a dish of fried fish is served
with racks of ribs perfectly curved
Miss Steak serves me seconds
as the chicken is getting lemoned
I drink a cup of grease
we’ve extincted the geese
my tongue is glazed and swollen
there’s a war to be had in my colon
Air through my hair causes me to bend like grass. Sun pouring down on me like a shower too quickly heated, and I find myself struggling to breath in this terrible heat.
The heat is coming, run. LOL. Just kidding sometime if you’re really lucky, you can hear different dimensions in a heatwave, you just have to listen and stay still. Need I mention no water and anything of the sorts.
I felt the heatwave
in the ashes
the sting of past lashes
and rugburns.
I saw that fragile heart
go up in flames
in shame
and a lost will to live.
I’d be a tragedy
if I couldn’t forgive
But only a fool
to forget.
Emily
heatwaves are horrible because I hate the heat. In the winter, you can put more layers on to get warmer, but in the summer, you just have to suffer. It costs so much money for the AC to be on and
I am always sweaty, like everyone in my family. I grew up so ashamed of sweating in front of others that I avoided exercise like crazy, which has now turned into me hating exercise and it’s this perpetual cycle of not wanting to sweat, but pretty much always being damp. I have a fun blowing on me in a cold room because I definitely don’t want to sweat at the off chance the AC breaks.
uhhhhhhhhhhh. pop in front deh fan. thirty billion units on this damb honeywell. spinnin. vader fried vocal chords. Heatwave on my hotpocket, heatwave on my kneecaps. swerve. also what is the connection between dissociative disorders and arrousal states in deep depression? Weird probably tied to OCD tendencies. HONEYWELLBEACHHOUSE+++++
1000 splinters
It’s definitely a heatwave outside! It’s so hot you can almost feel your skin melting off your body. All you can dream about is the cool crisp air of Autumn that will be here in a few months. It provides the temporary relieve you need to get through the day.
It’s like letting go after holding onto a skin-burning rope for a long, long time.
It’s like breathing again after running a mile without stopping.
It’s like being alive after being losing oneself for years and years.
Anastasia
true happiness comes in a lot of forms. an acceptance letter, a newborn, some good news. you think your favourite is just lounging in the open summer sun with your friends, laughing and crying and joking, paying no attention to the recent heatwaves. you maybe want to stay like this for forever.
The latest heatwave was nearly unbearable. 38 °C for a week… Old men was dying from cardiovascular diseases, children and animals boiling dead in cars. The draught was more devastating than ever, no crops to eat, not a drop of water to give the thirsty animals and people. There was the worst ever-known famine too, killing millions of people.
The present coldwave of only 35 °C was like a chilling, icy relief on a nice warm sunny beach. This two days was a blessing!
But now, the next heatwave is coming. The mercury is already on 39 °C, soon it will be on 40 °C. Every heatwave is 2 °C more warmer than the previouse one… 2 °C more heat, 2 °C less crops, 2 °C less water, 2 °C less life.
The latest heatwave was nearly unbearable. 38 °C for a week… Old men was dying from cardiovascular diseases, children and animals boiling dead in cars. The draught is more devastating than ever, no crops to eat, not a drop of water to give the thirsty animals and people. There was the worst ever-known feminine too, killing millions of people.
The present coldwave of only 35 °C was like a chilling, icy relief on a nice warm sunny beach. This two days was a blessing!
But now, the next heatwave is coming. The mercury is already on 39 °C, soon it will be on 40 °C. Every heatwave is 2 °C more warmer than the previouse one… 2 °C more heat, 2 °C less crops, 2 °C less water, 2 °C less life.
The heatwave makes people hot.Why the heatwave can’tdrink?
Jessie
Sweat beaded on my forehead as I tried to see not the wavy horizon, but her face in front of mine. She had dark circles under her fiery eyes, hair frizzy and static with anger and desperation. I wiped my forehead.
“Only hours now.” I said.
She nodded, lifting the shovel up.
“Who knew the end of the world would be this much work?”
K
They did their best to stave off the temperature. They opened their refrigerators and turned up their air conditioning. They frequented movie theaters like the old west. Pouring money out in the hope they would somehow beat the heatwave. But money does cool anything.
There has been a heatwave in Texas for the last thirty years. It has been so hot that asphalt has started to melt, shoes stick to side walks, life only happens at night when we hide from the sun.
Noey46
Heatwave dove to the sidewalk. His partner, Cooldown, shot out a blast of frigid air to slow his momentum, landing with enough finesse to disguise the jarring force that helped him stop.
Acin
heatwave in the day to day
hard to sweat out this feverish
thrill
finding nothing in all my nothingness
melting pot of bull sh*t
heat wave hit like a stray bullet
running joke
high speed
top down
drunk drive
heatwave
deadbeat
long sigh and song on repeat
icke
Sweat was lingering on the boys bald head. The smell of the trash invaded city smelt like canned peas and rotten spinach. Maybe this heatwave will finally cause congressmen to use taxpayers money to pick up the garbage that littered the streets; the trash only gets worse with every passing day.
I lay down and my white edges crisp brown;
Cracked open on the sidewalk, wasteful and painful,
Indeed;
Fluorescent lights awake in sunless nights—
Leading into the hot, slow drag,
I could do it all but I will do none
Burn me down, fire and sun,
I want nothing left but ashes,
Not a drop of mercy water, I want
Every last one of your forty lashes—
Of the eyes? Little cheek whip razors
I can do nothing but look at the marks left
And savor
The feeling of boiling beneath my skin
To selfishly wish the heat be my end is a sin
To crisp, to contort, to be a shell in the empty days that pass,
Let there be nothing left of me but idle ash.
The heatwaves in this area are getting pretty intense. Productivity is down. Water is becoming scarce. Something needs to be done soon to avoid the worst.
Serv
The heatwave was near its end by the time my wife finally acquiesced and purchased an air conditioning unit for our window. As the sun set, however, we could see sheets of fog billowing across the gray lips of the bay. Small sailboats had settled onto the water, and I gave my significant one of my signature “looks.”
“What?” she snapped. “We’ll use it for the next time it gets hot as balls.”
the sprawling heatwave got into my toes and it felt as if they were melting. When on earth will this end? At this moment I wished I was in Antartica
I already had this one. I can’t believe I already had it.
Or did I just hallucinate a bit, since it’s so hot?
I’m not sure.
I’m not sure about anything.
I want to be, but I can’t believe. Can’t trust myself in the heat, y’know?
They stood at the top of the cliff, or rather, Norine stood and Amelia just lay there, panting heavily, her chest pressing into the flat dirt at the top of the precipice. Norine was just as exhausted after scaling the rock wall but was also self conscious of her general physical ineptitude beside Amelia, so she fought the urge to do exactly what Amelia was doing in that moment.
Last summer there was a heatwave that managed to melt all the ice in the Antarctic.
This meant global floods plagued the entire world which actually reduced the population enough that now there is no world hunger.
It actually worked out pretty well.
The heatwave is so hot!Does heatwave means that the wave is very hot?
She sinks and melts. It’s the rain of a million suns soaking into her flesh, her bones, liquefying her into organic soup and tooth mush, hair follicles and brain waves floating through the air, radiating into the earth and down where things aren’t dead and aren’t alive.
The heatwave is so hot！
In China.When it’s summer it is heatwave
This was unbearable! I’d only just stepped outside and I could feel the humidity ruining the hair that I’d just spent half an hour perfecting. It was like I hadn’t even done anything.
I groaned to myself and continued on my walk. This heatwave had better be over soon, or else someone was gonna be facing my wrath.
Baby, it’s hot outside. I’ve got the air conditioner on. Can’t get the apartment under 120 degrees. Too hot for you. I’m afraid the cold water’s gonna give out. The refrigerator is failing. I have you covered in bags of ice. I’m so sorry, honey, I’m so damned sorry. We sure messed up this planet. If you go into heat stroke, I’ll figure something. But I have a ripping headache, a migraine, and I can’t plan ahead anymore. I’ve loved you so much.
California. Sticky hot weather, no wind to give reprieve. Ice melts off the bottles, droplets fall to the heated cement. Laughter in the ocean while the waves crash against dry skin. California, sunshine sunday’s , heat across our bodies as we tan golden under the freedom of a blue sky.
The heatwave was rushing up her back. It was devouring all the pain and fears. It was a lion in the dark. Cold, ancient, golden glowing eyes. She was consumed, she was relieved, she was set free.
The heatwave was rushing up my back. It was devouring all the pain and fears. It was a lion in the dark. Cold, ancient, golden glowing eyes. I was consumed, I was relieved, I was free.
there’s a heatwave
in the meat cave
I meet the butcher of this land
beefy dude with meaty hands
the bacon is bakin’
the turkey’s are shaven
a dish of fried fish is served
with racks of ribs perfectly curved
Miss Steak serves me seconds
as the chicken is getting lemoned
I drink a cup of grease
we’ve extincted the geese
my tongue is glazed and swollen
there’s a war to be had in my colon
your love feels like a heatwave baby, you warm me up inside.
Air through my hair causes me to bend like grass. Sun pouring down on me like a shower too quickly heated, and I find myself struggling to breath in this terrible heat.
The heat is coming, run. LOL. Just kidding sometime if you’re really lucky, you can hear different dimensions in a heatwave, you just have to listen and stay still. Need I mention no water and anything of the sorts.
She fanned herself, but it didn’t actually help. The air was immobile around her hand, the heat stretching out like waves all around her.
I felt the heatwave
in the ashes
the sting of past lashes
and rugburns.
I saw that fragile heart
go up in flames
in shame
and a lost will to live.
I’d be a tragedy
if I couldn’t forgive
But only a fool
to forget.
heatwaves are horrible because I hate the heat. In the winter, you can put more layers on to get warmer, but in the summer, you just have to suffer. It costs so much money for the AC to be on and
I am always sweaty, like everyone in my family. I grew up so ashamed of sweating in front of others that I avoided exercise like crazy, which has now turned into me hating exercise and it’s this perpetual cycle of not wanting to sweat, but pretty much always being damp. I have a fun blowing on me in a cold room because I definitely don’t want to sweat at the off chance the AC breaks.
uhhhhhhhhhhh. pop in front deh fan. thirty billion units on this damb honeywell. spinnin. vader fried vocal chords. Heatwave on my hotpocket, heatwave on my kneecaps. swerve. also what is the connection between dissociative disorders and arrousal states in deep depression? Weird probably tied to OCD tendencies. HONEYWELLBEACHHOUSE+++++
It’s definitely a heatwave outside! It’s so hot you can almost feel your skin melting off your body. All you can dream about is the cool crisp air of Autumn that will be here in a few months. It provides the temporary relieve you need to get through the day.
Rain after a heatwave.
It’s like letting go after holding onto a skin-burning rope for a long, long time.
It’s like breathing again after running a mile without stopping.
It’s like being alive after being losing oneself for years and years.
true happiness comes in a lot of forms. an acceptance letter, a newborn, some good news. you think your favourite is just lounging in the open summer sun with your friends, laughing and crying and joking, paying no attention to the recent heatwaves. you maybe want to stay like this for forever.
In China.When it’s summer it is very heatwave.
It was very hot.
The heatwave was intense, you could feel it as soon as i hopped out of the car. it hit you in the face like a rain on a summer night.
The latest heatwave was nearly unbearable. 38 °C for a week… Old men was dying from cardiovascular diseases, children and animals boiling dead in cars. The draught was more devastating than ever, no crops to eat, not a drop of water to give the thirsty animals and people. There was the worst ever-known famine too, killing millions of people.
The present coldwave of only 35 °C was like a chilling, icy relief on a nice warm sunny beach. This two days was a blessing!
But now, the next heatwave is coming. The mercury is already on 39 °C, soon it will be on 40 °C. Every heatwave is 2 °C more warmer than the previouse one… 2 °C more heat, 2 °C less crops, 2 °C less water, 2 °C less life.
The latest heatwave was nearly unbearable. 38 °C for a week… Old men was dying from cardiovascular diseases, children and animals boiling dead in cars. The draught is more devastating than ever, no crops to eat, not a drop of water to give the thirsty animals and people. There was the worst ever-known feminine too, killing millions of people.
The present coldwave of only 35 °C was like a chilling, icy relief on a nice warm sunny beach. This two days was a blessing!
But now, the next heatwave is coming. The mercury is already on 39 °C, soon it will be on 40 °C. Every heatwave is 2 °C more warmer than the previouse one… 2 °C more heat, 2 °C less crops, 2 °C less water, 2 °C less life.
The heatwave makes people hot.Why the heatwave can’tdrink?
Sweat beaded on my forehead as I tried to see not the wavy horizon, but her face in front of mine. She had dark circles under her fiery eyes, hair frizzy and static with anger and desperation. I wiped my forehead.
“Only hours now.” I said.
She nodded, lifting the shovel up.
“Who knew the end of the world would be this much work?”
They did their best to stave off the temperature. They opened their refrigerators and turned up their air conditioning. They frequented movie theaters like the old west. Pouring money out in the hope they would somehow beat the heatwave. But money does cool anything.
There has been a heatwave in Texas for the last thirty years. It has been so hot that asphalt has started to melt, shoes stick to side walks, life only happens at night when we hide from the sun.
Heatwave dove to the sidewalk. His partner, Cooldown, shot out a blast of frigid air to slow his momentum, landing with enough finesse to disguise the jarring force that helped him stop.
heatwave in the day to day
hard to sweat out this feverish
thrill
finding nothing in all my nothingness
melting pot of bull sh*t
heat wave hit like a stray bullet
running joke
high speed
top down
drunk drive
heatwave
deadbeat
long sigh and song on repeat
Sweat was lingering on the boys bald head. The smell of the trash invaded city smelt like canned peas and rotten spinach. Maybe this heatwave will finally cause congressmen to use taxpayers money to pick up the garbage that littered the streets; the trash only gets worse with every passing day.
I lay down and my white edges crisp brown;
Cracked open on the sidewalk, wasteful and painful,
Indeed;
Fluorescent lights awake in sunless nights—
Leading into the hot, slow drag,
I could do it all but I will do none
Burn me down, fire and sun,
I want nothing left but ashes,
Not a drop of mercy water, I want
Every last one of your forty lashes—
Of the eyes? Little cheek whip razors
I can do nothing but look at the marks left
And savor
The feeling of boiling beneath my skin
To selfishly wish the heat be my end is a sin
To crisp, to contort, to be a shell in the empty days that pass,
Let there be nothing left of me but idle ash.
The heatwaves in this area are getting pretty intense. Productivity is down. Water is becoming scarce. Something needs to be done soon to avoid the worst.
The heatwave was near its end by the time my wife finally acquiesced and purchased an air conditioning unit for our window. As the sun set, however, we could see sheets of fog billowing across the gray lips of the bay. Small sailboats had settled onto the water, and I gave my significant one of my signature “looks.”
“What?” she snapped. “We’ll use it for the next time it gets hot as balls.”