Last Fall Novels & Stories

Mike could feel the rage coming from Jacob and knows it has to do with the effect of the blue moon. “Today is the blue moon and you know what it does to us, It’s not yet out but I can feel its effect even now, you might stop it from happening but not as you and I know you won’t like that to happen, to be out of control” Mike replied, trying to calm Jacob down. Jacob found out what Mike said to be true as he gets to think about it. “Let’s get far away from here first, they might come back” Jacob suggested as they both left.

Two years later Walking out of my Law and Business class I am gasping for a decent coffee. So, I go toward my car to one of the area's best coffee shops. Well, that’s my personal opinion, their pumpkin spice latte is to die for, and that’s the drink I am craving for right now. The fall season in Boston, Massachusetts is more breathtaking in person than what you see in pictures, in magazines, or on social media without those stupid filters. It’s the end of October and the leaves are this gorgeous red, brown, orange, and yellow color you could ever see in pictures, and I am here witnessing them falling from the trees around me.

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe

LIAM THREE YEARS LATER I looked out the office window, drinking in the mostly barren landscape but pleased to note several small looking saplings, their greenery a welcome sight. The attack on us three years ago had turned out to be widespread, from the Officials and fallen that were aligned with them. Their goal had been to wipe out the things in their way. Mainly us and the “friendly” angels. Of course women were to be taken captive, with the goal of procreating. As in all wars the humans were divided, many defected, choosing to join the side they thought was winning. Our base had gone down significantly in number, but now that the Officials were no more and the fallen aligned with them we

BELLA’S POV Just like that, a week passed, Leo and Angelica became a permanent part of my home. The lighter I felt, the more guilt seemed to weigh down on me. My nightmares returned with stifling intensity and nothing seemed to help. The drive home was unnecessarily long with traffic making it hard for me to navigate the tarred roads. I got home around nine and from the other car in the driveway I knew Leo was home probably spending the night. The man had a way of forcing things.

I yawned, "let's skip. Will you come with me to my dorm?" "Yeah, sure." The fall breeze blew gently around us as we made our way back. When this whole situation happened, the school year had literally just started. Now, we were approaching the end of October, and the weather was beginning to cool down. I used to love this time of the year. I loved pumpkin spice and Halloween parties; I loved spending time with my dad during thanksgiving. Being here, in this situation, it all just felt so different. "What are you thinking about?" He asked after a moment.

Alexander By the time we have returned to Castle Black, the autumn winds were in full swing. September had always been a temperamental month. Moving so quickly from summer to fall in the blink of an eye. The warmth of the sun was quickly disappearing, replaced with gusts that brought the leaves swirling from the skies, and littering the floor, blanketing them in a patchwork of colours. As we neared the turreted castle, the feeling of foreboding was beginning to settle in.

She opened the car door and exited without a backward glance. Rhys’s nostrils flared, but he followed her a heartbeat later, those sharp eyes of his constantly roving, searching for danger. Jules, Stella, and I scrambled after them. Fall Fest was one of the most anticipated events of the school year. Local businesses set up booths hawking seasonal food and products discounted for students—decadent hot chocolate and apple cider donuts, pumpkin pies and pulled-pork sandwiches. There were classic games and activities like bobbing for apples, tarot readings, and—because this was college—a tailgate where local alumni and students gathered to drink to their heart’s content.

September arrived with cooler winds and golden light. The leaves on the trees turned orange and red and yellow. The garden gave its last harvest. Tomatoes. Peppers. Herbs that Catherine dried and stored in glass jars. Liam said we had enough to last through winter. I said we would probably eat it all by November. Maple loved the fall. She chased falling leaves. She rolled in piles I had just raked. She came inside covered in sticks and dirt and happiness. Marmalade watched from the window. He judged her silently.

I made it to the bathroom before the tears started. I locked myself in a stall and pressed my hands against my eyes, willing myself not to cry. Not here. Not where someone might hear. A formal reprimand. In my file. A permanent black mark on a record I’d kept spotless for three years. My phone buzzed. Another text from Genevieve. This time, a photo. Me and Leo at last year’s holiday party, smiling at the camera. Genevieve had drawn devil horns on my head. The caption: Remember when you thought you had it all?