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I grabbed my favorite fleece cardigan and my beige boots. I pulled my honeycomb hued hair back into a ponytail using a dainty cream-colored ribbon. When I walked outside, I was greeted by the sycamore trees laced with orange and ...
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 whisper...
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.
Who could have wanted to burn my son and I alive in my aunt's house? I wondered.
The moment I saw the fire flames covering up all the leaves area,I panicked.i was so anxious whether my son and I gonna make it alive or not in that horrible incidence. After the argument I had with my husband last week Friday,I decided I should come to visit my aunt to co...
They sat in the new coffee shop sipping at the mystery autumn drink that had come out this morning. Laughter came from the table as one of the women told about a prank that she had played on her loving husband. The women had always met at the different shops while their children were in after school activities, it was either meet once a week to enjoy each other’s company or to sit in the car to fall promptly asleep.
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire with a charring sense of prosperity that comes with being self-assured, maybe self acquitted?
No that's not the word. Self-defined?
Wait, how can leaves be self-defined in the sense of a poem written by Mary Shelly, where the monster is eaten up by the fire of his own longing for a lost love.
No, they weren't on fire....
Six months and three days ago, I visited 1920. It was the day they said I killed the boy. He was quite a cunning boy to tell you. He wanted to kill me, to ‘preserve us in the afterlife’.How they found him dead, how he was flung with a gushing chest, pouring red onto the orange leaves remains a mystery to me. He lay there atop the fiery mosaic of leaves and blood. It surprised me to see him in solid form; he used to look as misty as a ghost. He told me he was already dead, killed in an accident on apple picking...
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Everything was covered in ashes, smoke and threatening flames which were getting closer and closer to our city at a colossal speed. Flames, a lot of flames. Fire everywhere.I pulled the shutter and a cold breeze, which reminded me of a late autumn found its way into the room, into my lungs, ending its journey by giving me a severe headache. It stunned me. I dragged my feet towards the next room and I was welcomed by a ...
It feels like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment.
I’m standing on a hill at the most majestic apple orchard you’ve ever seen. The trees rise so high and it seems like there are thousands of them, all in perfect green rows. I haven’t done this since I was a little boy, and twenty some year later it feels very different. Almost important.
Who could have guessed something this ...
Apparently, Michael was seeing things.
At least, that was one of the many rumours about him going around Cloverlawn Collegiate. One student’s mother, who had a psychology degree, informed him that Michael had taken so much LSD, he suffered a mental lapse and had experienced hallucinations and severe delusions ever since. Another person heard that Michael had atte...
"By the time I was outside, the leaves were on fire," Sapphire told her therapist.
"Then what did you see?" Dr. Green said, nodding.
"There was this little ball of fire, just, walking, er floating? around." Dr. Green went deep in thought about what to say to the doctors and Sapphire. She interrupted his thoughts when she got up and walked to the window.
"Doctor, it's outside," She said calmly. The...
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Autumn foliage is evident wherever you look, and I got tired from the view. I fixed the strap of my bag and started walking to God knows where.
I just walked and walked without a destination in mind.
“Fire!” A woman shouted while pointing at something.
I stopped in my tracks and saw that a house is on fire. My eyes w...
One scent can bring lots of memories.I have a few memorize scents that make me remember certain events or situations, especially in those times where I found myself walking down the busy streets of Canada.A simple scent of the strong aroma of cocoa with mallows on top, matched with a scent of fresh-baked cookies, reminds me of the days where I usually spent my afternoons inside my favorite coffee shop; scents where I always find my comfort every time I was on the edge of the oblivion. Scents where I alw...
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire, and I stopped in my tracks. I was confused. There were people in the neighborhood who were still going on their daily morning jogs, and walks, and cars driving by on the road. I closed my eyes, and counted to three, but when I opened them back up, it’s like the fire got even bigger. I thought to myself, not again. What was happening? My eyes were deceiving ...
Not part of the story: I get it, there is already a Hocus Pocus prequel, this is just something I thought was interesting.
“Sarah! Get over here! I almost have it! UGGGGGHHHH!” screamed Winnie. I don’t know why she always yells at me and not Mary.
“Okay. What do you need?” I reply with a hint of sarcasm. I see the look of shock on her face. I probably shouldn’t have sounded so uninterested...
They had the best coffee any coffee shop could have to offer, anyone who lived in the city would say that I would be right. You see the same people, at the same time, every single day week after week, after week. They all had the same faces but dressed up in different clothes. Normal, everyday people, nothing new, nothing different. Which I was okay with. With my slow and casual p...
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