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YELLOW LEAVES

Submitted to Contest #63

YELLOW  LEAVES  I walked a long time after I came out home. I started my walk towards….I did not knew where, passing through the park. Walking across the park, I felt the grass still damp under my feet, but I should say under my shoes. Feeling the grass you step on, walking on it___and your feet are inside your shoes___(feeling the grass) damp, wet, still drenched in rain, it is a sensation which I have never been able to explain myself, since I have always worn waterproof shoes. After leaving the park I walke...

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PARROT ICE

Submitted to Contest #63

PARROT ICE By Andrew Paul Grell Yellow perch this morning. Fun game. Sam and Janice teach. Corner of porch, no can see from road. Wait humans on two-wheels. Say “Hey, you got a flat.” Human stop, no see me, no see nobody, get off wheels, look. Sam, Janice, laugh. I laugh same back at them. Give oil palm fruit, yum. Give cracker, yum yum. Love Sam Janice, love Sam Janice house. Better than Skipper on boat. Boat smell bad, Skipper talk smell bad, smell rotten fruit. Get six on two-wheels...

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Faluvial and Barculaine

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I’d been cooped up inside all weekend working on homework. Now, as I walked to school with Ana, I realized that Autumn had arrived. I should have realized it days ago when Daggerbeak, my pet cockatiel, kept staring alertly at the window. She must have been seeing the first of the leaves coming down.  The thermometer had swung way upwards today, but it would probably be the last warm spell of the year. Anna skipped along, her outrageous silky pig tails swishing about on either sid...

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A Champion for our Youth

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.I had smelled the smoke through my open first floor window, but since my classroom was only two doors away from the exit, I was certain I’d have time to disperse the offending pile and stomp out the embers, but the dancing orange flame and the thirty-odd sixth graders frozen in awe (not including the three running away screaming) provided a startling tableau to my overconfidence. Had I been a younger man, more full of wind and vigor, the chaotic half hour-long investigation would not hav...

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You'll Never Leaf this Place Alive

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The trailer door clanged loudly behind me, but I tried to ignore it as I looked up at the trees around me. Deep, opulent red swatches, blending into golden, iridescent ambers. The colours mixed and blended, not only between trees but within single leaves, waving and roiling in the air like the very heart of nature itself was on fire. Evergreen trees sat dappled throughout, providing a counterpoint to the symphony of autumnal change that danced around them. They were stalwart, indifferen...

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The Autumnal Sun

Submitted to Contest #63

A few weeks was all it took before the once clear skies and lively sun had faded into a grey mass hanging overhead. Each day’s forecast warned of a chance of rain small enough to warrant not bringing an umbrella, but large enough to leave you romping around in wet socks and a homemade puddle on the off chance the clouds felt a little too temperamental. The outside world sat at a temperature too cold to enjoy, but too warm to have an excuse for staying inside all day. I sat near the edge of the store and stared out the window beside me. ...

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Squirrelly Confrontation

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. My face burned from the purple in the flames. Loud pops and cracks exploded from the fire.  “He’s gone, he’s gone, finally he’s gone!”  A maniacal laugh escaped my dry scratchy throat. The neighbors began to gather, staring at the glare of the fire in my black rimmed glasses. “How did this start?” The crowd was whispering amongst themselves. “Someone needs to move her now before she hurts someone.” You may be asking the same question as the crowd.  Well, this al...

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Autumn Treasure

Submitted to Contest #63

A little boy with short black hair and a gleam in his brown eyes roamed over the materials that he has before him. He took a bite of his pumpkin spice pancake while ideas swirled in his mind, filled with imagination. So many ideas played around in his head as he ate his breakfast but when he finished, he could not help but immediately get to work. Construction paper of various colors, glue, markers, crayons, yarn, tape and oh the amazing possibilities that he could do with this. Quickly, he got up from his place and went to put on a coat o...

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Hexed

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. From the upstairs loft, the tendrils of smoke had looked like a mirage, a trick of the mind. But standing on the porch with the heat blazing and the leaves cracking, it couldn’t be denied. The spell had worked. And my heart bubbled with joy. And I did a little jig. Now I knew hexing my neighbors would work. Not that the spell not working would have stopped me, but now I knew it was going to work. Hosing the pile of leaves I’d raked till they were a hiss...

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Drunk on Coffee

Submitted to Contest #63

By Caden Hill,   “Gimme the next one!” Tyler roared. He was on his fourth drink so far, and had vowed on #3 that he would get past seven.“Ok, I’ll give you this one, but ya gotta promise it’s the last one. Just quit the dare.” Louis was not so enthused about his friend’s caffeine high.“What are you talking about? Last one? I’m only just getting started!”Tyler snatched the latte from Louis’s hand and began pouring it into his mouth, promoting an “Eeeew!” from the third person at the table.“Who the heck names their fall-themed c...

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Just Apple Picking

Submitted to Contest #63

Just Apple Picking Suzanne Marsh I should have titled this Lucy and Ethel pick apples, it is that sort of a story. My neighbor Sandy, was the type who was always talking about natural and organic vegetables and fruit. How delicious home grown items were. She, was always sending over samples. Tomato sauce that she canned or green beans fresh from the garden. She texted me one morning: “Hey, how would you like to go picking apples? There is an add in paper for Apple Granny's Barn in Middleport. It will be fun. Be ready at ten” I texted back:...

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Fall is on Fire

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. My own house were I spend my whole childhood was burning as a huge campfire and the reason is just me... no one else but me. I ran down the lane to find the fire brigade. The firemen heard the incident and they agreed to help me. When I had come before my house with the firemens, the fire had spread into my neighbours house too. By seeing the conditions I fell down on the street; Fainted. When I opened my eyes in consciousness I was in a hospital, a nurse staring at me. She asked me som...

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Robin Goodfellow and the Apples of Inspiration

Submitted to Contest #63

Robin Goodfellow and Bobert sat at their usual table near the fireplace at the pub, as they usually did this time of the evening. The fire crackled softly, the air was filled with the smell of food and pipe-smoke, and the sounds of laughter and singing.The master thief and his apprentice were waiting for a client who, according to Bobert, would pay quite a bit of money.  “Where’s this so-called high-profile client, Bobert?” said Robin, lighting his pipe.  “He’s coming eventually,” said Robin. “I’m beginning to wonder if he exist...

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Poor baby

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside the leaves were on fire, various hues of red and orange scattered all around my front yard and it then hit me. I in my grief had wallowed an entire month away. How was that possible? Autumn was here and my mood now perfectly matched the weather. The dull, cold, drab weather with the scent of death that signified autumn, like walking into the attic and holding your breath before taking a tentative sniff so you won't faint. I didn't go out much on account of I was a freelance designer, and didn't really spend ...

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Saffron's Surprise

Submitted to Contest #63

The Cheery Kettle café was part of the furniture on the market square. Like a comfortable, slightly shabby, familiar armchair. For as long as anyone could remember, it had been offering the breakfast sausage or bacon bun, the lunchtime specials (and no-one could say they were narrow-minded, there was a pasta bake at least once a week, and even an occasional curry) and the teatime treats, consisting of a cup of tea or coffee and your choice of a buttered scone, a toasted crumpet, and a slice of Victoria Sponge Cake. Just o...

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