Autumn Novels & Stories

Author POV:- It was coming into autumn. Trees' leaves were turning a variety of shades - gold, orange, red, and some remained green, but not for long. Some trees were starting to become bare whilst others still tried to flourish. The ground was covered in dead leaves. Piles of leaves were scattered all over campus - you really couldn't go a day without seeing maintenance raking up newly-fallen leaves.

Willow spoke as Billy was genuinely surprised. "Okay, I do not know how or what Piper did to you, but either way, I am glad that you are interested in the show" He confessed. "So, we are going by 8, then?" Hazel asked. "Yeah, 8 is fine by me," Piper said. When they were done, they left the mall as Billy, Hazel and Piper rode on the car home after Willow had refused to go in the car as she preferred her bicycle. *** It was sunset when Willow got to the cabin, as she was riding home, she saw a lot of people walking in the street, dressed up for Halloween. They all seemed happy and carefree.

Yet that's the thing about growth, it is only when we compare with a sense of the months and years past that we see such amazing changes. Another Ontario autumn has come, the trees stand coated with so many colours. The brick path is strewn with acorns as if by divine artistic hand. The ducks waddle from acorn to acorn, gobbling at them, crushing them in their bills. The days are waning, the heat of summer making way for a new chill wind.

Year 2125… Rie woke up with a rushed breath. She quickly scanned her surroundings. She was still in the school's library and not in that nightmarish dream she just had. Rie leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. She forced herself to erase that nightmare from her mind. She could feel the rustling of the wind outside and she clasped the bracelet on her wrist. Calm down, Henrietta. Calm down. She told herself that again and again until her breathing slowly came back to normal and she could no longer hear the rustling of the wind outside.

A woman who did not waste time on opinions that did not fill the larder. "Thank you," she said. "For the bread." "For telling me something real." Darius looked at her for a longer moment than the lantern light quite justified. "You asked. I answered." "Most people answer with less." "Most people are not sitting here." Wren turned the last crust of bread in her fingers. "Do you have a favorite time of year there." "Late autumn," Darius said. "Before the deep snow. The air turns sharp. The forests along the upper slopes go quiet in a way that feels earned. You can walk the ridge path at dusk and hear almost nothing except your own steps and the wind. It clears t

Before I could say another word, the line disconnected, leaving behind nothing but the hollow beeping tone. The cold grew sharper and sharper, carving straight into my bones. Gritting my teeth, I pulled the blanket tighter around myself. Suddenly, my phone lit up with a notification. I turned my head slightly and saw that Morgan had just updated his social media. In the photo, he wore nothing but a thin short-sleeved shirt with a popsicle hanging from his mouth. 'So lucky Ms. Sheffield brought me a generator, or I would have frozen tonight too.' I stared at the picture for a long time.

They might even slander me. However, I was unwilling to accept it. I hated them. Over the years, I desperately tried to convince myself to let go, and I thought I had. However, when I saw them again, I realized how much I hated Greyson and Elise, even to the point of madness. How could I let go? I brushed the snow away from the grave, my gaze falling on the sprouting buds beside it. I whispered, "Kelly, I won't be coming here anymore. We both have to move on, okay?"

"If it's possible but if---" "Then you can surf." "September---" "I know just the perfect place." September said before he pulled her back into his embrace so that they can sleep a bit more. Maeve closed her eyes as her arms were spread apart as she welcome the strong wind assaulting her way. "Did you liked it?" She heard September's voice as soon as she felt his arms around her waist. "This is perfect." She muttered, her eyes still closed as she breath in the cold breeze from the beach.

She was being hard-headed, and Matt had let Iris take the lead, following her decisions. I had just left Heather at the training center; a cool Autumn breeze danced across my cheek and through my hair. The trees were beginning to drop their leaves. Vibrant oranges, yellows, and reds rained down from the tree branches above me. I had always loved Autumn, but this year I loved it more than usual. With the leaves disappearing from trees, it was comforting knowing that it would be harder for anyone to potentially be stalking me in the protection of the treetops. Just the thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I pulled my jacket ti

Chapter 77 Aurora's pov This day came quietly. The kind of day autumn always brings—the air crisp enough, the trees shedding gold and amber like they were tired of holding on. Leaves skittered across the pavement, crunching under careless steps, and the sky hung low and pale, like it was holding its breath. It was the end of the semester.