Autumn Stories Novels & Stories

Horace was the best candidate; I didn't even need to get my hands dirty. In the seventh year, Horace took me to see the maple leaves. The hills were painted red, full of wild energy and life. As we walked down the mountain, I silently took his hand. I wished that time could stand still in that moment.

The upbeat music mellowed, the lively dances slowed, and a sense of calm settled over the gathering. As the stars twinkled overhead, the villagers gathered to listen to the stories of the village elders—tales of past harvests, of love born amidst the lavender fields, of seasons of bounty and seasons of hardship. These stories, as old as the village itself, held everyone in a gentle embrace, weaving the threads of their shared past into the fabric of the present.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

I nodded, not showing how disappointed I was. One thing about him is that whenever he is angry, he overworks and I don't like it. I watched at the trees as baba driver revved up the car to life and drove into the lonely city of Abuja. The late hour sun was a bit harsh on my tender skin, the skin I took time to nurture. The weather changes easily, I vividly remembered when my cousin Khadija told me it is freezing. The house stood out different from the way I knew it. The house was painted and a giant gate replaced the old one.

The not-so-polite gesture did not escape Brielle’s view. “We did intend to visit you, Brie. But, I’m sorry. We didn’t have time to stop by the store to bring some food for you.” Brielle’s face looked puzzled for a moment, but then the girl smiled sweetly. “It’s okay. My condition is getting better. It seems like it’s just flu symptoms. How ridiculous is it that I caught the flu this Summer?” The girl then laughed dryly. “I thought an idiot wouldn't catch a cold, especially in the Summer,” Alain commented in a teasing tone.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

Katherine It was autumn, my best season of the year. I liked autumn because it signified transitions and new beginnings which was exactly what had happened to me. The mix of warm and cool colors and leaves on trees changing from green to vibrant shades of red, yellow, and orange, creating a picturesque landscape was just beautiful. These leaves eventually fall to the ground, creating a crisp, rustling sound as they brush against one another in the wind. The cool autumn air often accompanied by strong and gusty winds blows the leaves around. The air was always full of the smell of burning wood, cinnamon, and pumpkin spice emanating from households as families light up fires and bake delicious

I'd been in a secret relationship with Nathan for six years. He said we couldn't go public because of his career. So we always split the bill, and anniversary gifts never cost more than fifteen dollars. The night before our anniversary, I asked him for the sixth time when he'd come home with me to meet my family. He turned me down again. "Ivy, I just think things are moving a little fast. Marriage is a lifetime commitment, after all." So I went home alone, carrying the expensive cheese and wine he'd bought for my mom. I pushed open the door and found the living room trashed. My stepsister Chloe stood there with a smug grin on her face. "Mrs. Mercer, you owe my family a million dollars. You'v

The past few years of Autumn's life have been like a life out of a storybook, it was too good to be true. Once upon a time, she was this lonely blind woman trying to push her way up to the surface, until she was reduced by a man who too was surrounded by his own problems.

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho