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It was the fall season.The leaves were crisp orange, dry and were pelting down from trees.The air tinged with mystery.The flowers faded away as the birds stopped tweeting merrily.The clouds and the sky were a dull grey and looked thunderous as if, in a bad mood.Children were going around; preparing for trick or treat and the atmosphere was chilly as a gust of wind leapt through behind the branches.
There were man...
Among the Honey Crisps & Ginger Golds
By: Scarlet A. Wolfheart
I picked Alley up on a cool crisp Autumn day. She was dressed in a big comfy sweater and leggings that fit all her curves right. She had left her hair down and flowing in the breeze. I am always so surprised by how she could take my breath away. Her beautiful auburn hair flowing down her back glistening in the early morning sunshine...
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Or at least that is how it felt when I, the youngest (and the only) of 7 children, was let go from a position for the 2nd time in my life. As I am pretty sure that none of them have ever been let go… from anything. Hey just another great experience to chalk up to my 45th year on this planet, marking about the ...
Nostalgia. Jumping on my trampoline in my backyard left me feeling nostalgic. I felt like a child again. No worries. Just jumping and laughing to myself. It sounds sad and even lonely but it really wasn't for the first time in a long time, I felt comfortable being by myself.
Moving is a scary thing to do, especially when you have nobody to comfort you physically. Sure, I have my parents but that's it. M...
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. In the valley below our cabin, a grove of black walnut, sycamore, and cottonwood trees flickered and popped in the dawn. The stench of acrid smoke filled my lungs as I calculated how far the wildfire had spread overnight. How safe we felt before going to bed. Looking down at the tangle of mountain roads, I wondered fretfully which ones were still passable. We had arrived two days before, a veritable lifetime ago. I...
Dr.Bradnop sat at a coffee shop that’s just introduced a new line of autumnal drinks. To their surprise, she was already wearing her clothes from the evening, and she looked flustered.
"I'm trying to find clothes. One of the girls in the store said she was trying to find me something to wear," she said, looking over at Alex, who was staring at her intently.
"How do you look? If it's too ho...
One day on a sunny afternoon a kid named Bill went to school in a very happy mood because a special toy his mother has gotten for him has finally come in it is called the “Robot Blaster.” On the way to school in the early morning Bill sat in the backseat fidgeting with the toy like his lif...
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The remnants of hours spent raking now filled an old drum, surrendering to the heat of a controlled fire. This was one of my favorite parts of the fall season - the near-ritualistic burning of the leaves. The smell, one of musky, sweet smoke, brushed with a hint of dampness, always offered moments of nostalgia in its embers. The warmth of the fire offered its own gi...
One day Johnny got home from school on a Friday afternoon, he was in a rush to eat dinner. But the bus was taking forever. He told the bus driver to go faster and he was not going to do that so he wouldn't put lives in danger. He finally got home and he grabbed a plate and got a hamburger fries and chips. After he ate he asked if he can go apple picking tomorrow to start of the weekend right. His parents named Joseph and ...
Our story starts on October 13, when I was sitting on the couch in the family room, scrolling through the upcoming events for ASPCA. Fritz (my dog) was laying on my feet, snoring softly. My little brother Tyler was playing on his Nintendo Switch on the opposite side of the couch. I was just about to sign up for the upcoming merchandise sale event when my best friend Hailey’s face popped up on my phone. Of course, she wo...
In the great country of America there is an animal, that resembles the nation. This animal isn't any ordinary animal it is a bird. The national bird is known to be called Bald Eagle it was adopted as a symbol of the United States in 1782 and was chose for its majestic beauty, great strength, long life, and because it's native to North America. This bird has great instinct when it comes to survival. When it gets colder the...
As we got into the car in the early morning, anticipating the long ride, we made sure to bring our morning coffee and some snacks to eat while traveling to the orchard. It seemed like both my oldest daughter and I have been waiting for this moment all summer. The trees along the side of the road was slowly turning the colors of fall, the reds and yellows glowing in the morning sun. As we started our journey, the streets ...
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. It was pitch black save for the bonfire, and it was only a moment ago I had stepped into the nearby house for a bathroom break, but as the one in charge of the flame, I suppose I shouldn’t have left the work to others. There was something serene in the dry leaves, dancing with their newfound flames, but I knew I couldn’t let them continue to dance. We were too clos...
Making decorations out of construction paper is something that we all have done at some point in our childhood – either during playschool or at church or Vacation Bible School or at school. I can’t even count how many paper turkeys, paper Christmas trees or paper Easter eggs that my parents’ refrigerator held over the years.
I flunked cutting in kindergarten … so my lines weren’t always straight.
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire – literally and intentionally. Dad stood nearby with his rake, and my brother, Kelly, was on the other side of him, holding a hose. Their gazes were on the big pile of leaves we had worked all morning to gather.
Smoke twirled from the center of the pile skyward, and it was a little mesmerizing. I wondered if the angels in Heaven got wind of smoke when...
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