October Novels & Stories

She got up in a rush from their king-size bed and looked at the time. The time was 1: 00 am. “Today is the 2nd day of July 2019. Game on, Brother. Game on, F-ing Moon goddess!.” “Why are you speaking to yourself, my beautiful vixen?”. Salvatore inquired, yawning and putting his curling midnight hair in place. Velda stood by their large window staring outside at the full moon, she felt the moon mocking her. A single tear fell from her eyes. Salvatore rushed over to her, hugging her from behind. He kissed her red hair, adjusted her luscious hair from the nape of her neck, breathed on it, and gave her light kisses on the neck to the collar bone.

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As soon as we reached his office and closed the door we got straight to why I was there. "Alpha, This concerns your Luna and your friends Alpha and Luna Goodman. Would you please call for them to join us." I said as I sat down on the plush red sofa across the room from his desk where he was seated. "Absolutely." he said before his eyes greyed over, communicating with them. It wasn't long before they arrived at the office. Michelle and Amber looked ready to pop. The next full moon is only a few weeks away. I breathe a sigh knowing how shocked they are going to be. I rise and bow to them out of respect.

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As these changes became more noticeable, It wasn’t until Lune noticed her calendar one evening that the realization hit her—she’d missed her period twice. Her fingers hovered over the dates as she counted them once more, a sense of shock filling her. It couldn’t be… Could it? She took a deep breath, suddenly connecting all the dots. The cravings, the unpredictable emotions, the unusual food aversions, the missed periods—it all seemed to fit.

October came in the third year as it had come in the first — the light lower, the elms beginning, the mornings carrying the authority of the season's turn. Ernest woke on the first of October and lay in the bed they shared and felt the quality of the morning and thought: three years.

*** Sitting in Dr Vanum’s office, I crossed my legs under his uncomfortable gaze. “The symptoms you’re describing can form part of the perimenopause” I rolled my eyes in exasperation “It’s not that Doc” “I think it might be something worth considering, hmm?” His smooth voice and calm tone were irritating me today. “Doctor – it’s not” He tilted his head to the side like a patient, patronising parent “And why is that Mrs Knox?” “I’m not Mrs Knox.” I scowled, “And I’ve got my – er – monthlies. Does that not rule any menopause stuff out? Besides, I’m not even 40!” I mean, I’m 39 and 7 months. To hell with averages!

You are in this kitchen. She sat with it for a long time. The October morning moved. The light in the kitchen changed the way light changed in October — moving through the window at the angle that belonged to this month, the specific quality of autumn that she had always found persuasive. She had told Caleb once that October light was the most honest light of the year. He had said he thought she was right. He had also said he thought she found October persuasive because the firm had started in October and the engagement had happened i

"I can't make these calls alone. They need your perspective." There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Okay," he said finally. "I'll be there in thirty minutes." He arrived looking carefully neutral. We didn't hug or touch or do any of the intimate things we'd been doing before Wednesday's disaster. We just... existed in the same space professionally. The color corrections were the final piece of the campaign before full launch. Shadows and tones and emotional resonance translated through visual medium. Everything we'd built distilled into precise technical specifications.

Dorin stood by the doorway with nothing better to do. He looked around and noticed a window at the end of the hall. He walked to the window and stared outside. The leaves in the trees are starting to change color. Back in Monarch forest, the trees start to change color in October. Isn’t it still August? “Well, it will be September next week,” thought Dorin, “but still, there’s a whole month of difference in the two places.” He stretched out his hand to reach a sunbeam. It was starting to get a bit chilly. Or perhaps it never really gets warm here?