Autumn Novels & Stories

The seven sisters still shone just as brightly as it did in my own time. It gave me a sense of peace, knowing that my friends and family, although several lifetimes apart, were looking up at the same stars as me. It made me feel connected to them in a higher way. Tonight, it was cold. Now we were nearing the end of September, Autumn had finally set in properly. The wind brought with it a chilling edge, and the once lush green leaves of the oaks were now littering the floor in the brightly coloured blanket of auburns and golden browns. The only signs of life were the bright green evergreen branches of the pines which made up the majority of the woodlands in the

She had to move slowly because it was so stiff. Above her birds were chirping in the trees and a cool fall breeze was blowing gently through her hair. Cara loved evenings such as this. Autumn was her favorite time of year. Not just because of her birthday, either. There were so many other reasons. This time of year was still warm enough for so many different outdoor activities, but not as hot as summer. She loved pumpkin patches and craved everything pumpkin spice! Hay rides and festivals, bobbing for apples, cider and pie, and the changing colors. Nature went from everything green to an explosion of color just before shaking it off for the drab, monotonous, b

The year 2014 Day first. It was the ninth month of the year. The autumn season. It is the season of inner calm and a kindly stoicism etched in memories of joy. The autumn comes as a gospel choir, harmonised in such a way that celebrates each hue and shows how they belong together. Autumn is alien. The season of bumper harvests and swaying hay is soon replaced by Hallowe’en and horror. It is a portal to a time of dread when winter’s suffocating skies throttle the land. At its most glorious, autumn is spectacular. The world is a-blaze in its fiery cloak of colours, fr

Langit saw a pink duffel bag, and he smiled them turned around, heading back towards Green house. Green opened her home door with undescribeable feeling. Her heart was so overwhelmed by the pain of Alta's wounds so that she lost her cry but her inner voice screamed. Green sat up and looked at every corner of the living room that had ever witnessed her love affair with Alta. Tears again fell down Green's cheeks, she cried without a sound, and only tears seemed rushing down her cheeks.

Something moved in her direction, She paused to listen intently at the sounds of scurrying and tried to smell the scents. It was Cold cold autumn, with a hint of humidity in the air, a time in her life when she'd usually bake apple pie, making special soup and spicy chili, dotted with colorful pumpkins, zucchini and yummies,the colors complementary to her fiery red hair and green eyes. Autumn, her special time of year. Now she was laying in the bush and her body full of pain Dustin was Winter, with sable hair, dark eyes, aloof, and brooding. Cold north wind winter.

After Viktor delivered the letter to be sent to his sister, he and Erich met again at the warehouse. Now, after sunset, the air had a characteristic autumnal chill that suggested the season was about to change again. In too little time the decline of autumn would give way to winter and the dead months of the year. A chilly wind blew in from under the wooden doors and whistled through the slate tiles above the hayloft.

On the way we hit traffic, while Gregory and Lanna were quite relaxed me and Acre were on edge, Acre was so bad his hand was on the door handle "Calm down guys it wont be long" Gregory said looking in the rearview mirror. As soon as the car stopped me and Acre lept out of the car ready to tear apart anyone who so much as looked at our mates wrong but as soon as I took a deep breath the sweet scent of the sun,sea,sand and icecream hits me causing me to stop in my tracks and from the looks of things Acre has caught the scent of his mate too.

He asked, standing shoulder to shoulder with me as we watched the wildflowers in the field bloom the way the tree had. I could feel the pulse of magic the tree emitted prick against my flesh, sending goosebumps skittering ominously in its wake, "It does. Spring is earth, for obvious reasons. Winter is water. Fire belongs to summer because of the unbearable heat. And, wind belongs to autumn because of the brisk breeze that whistles through the trees carrying loose leaves through the air."

Jasmine sat on a wooden bench in the backyard, engrossed in the book on her lap. Occasionally, her eyes glanced at the slowly falling leaves, creating a beautiful orange carpet around her. The cold air started to creep in, making Jasmine tighten her scarf around her neck. A gentle breeze blew, carrying the soothing yet slightly melancholic scent of autumn. It had been over a month since she moved to this new place with Seth. Jasmine still found it hard to call this place home. To Jasmine, home should evoke warmth and familiarity, something she didn't feel here. It was too unfamiliar, too quiet, despite being spacious and grand.

Half a month later, on a quiet afternoon, I had already settled in a small town by the seaside. I had sold my wedding ring for a substantial amount of money. I filled my days with good food and beautiful scenery. A dull ache would occasionally surface in my body. I had no idea how much time I had left. Hence, I treated each day as if it were my last. I laid back on a beach chair and listened to the steady rhythm of the waves. Over the past 27 years of life, I had never felt this free or at ease.