October Novels & Stories

— no doubt one of the neighbors is hoping to get some yard work done. It was a Saturday right in the middle of September — the welcome transition between summer and fall when the weather was neither hot nor cold, just pleasant. The eighteenth of September; a few days away from the twenty-first, the technical first day of autumn, yet the sun shined outside as if it couldn't care less. The eighteenth of September. My birthday.

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

“Okay… um when were you born? As in your birthday?” “My birthday is 18th April.” Terrence shrugged. “Oh, mine is June 26th.” Chance nodded as sweat started to form over his head. Seeing how Chance was panicking even further, as they reached the top of the ferris wheel, Terrence decided to try another method of distraction. He grabbed Chance’s face by using both of his hands, pulled Chance towards him and kissed him.

Lisa was sitting lifelessly on her seat, looking out of the window. It was the month of october, the true starts of the month of fall. The leaves dance from branch to ground, each a colorful flag without any strings or pole, free to roam. People feel the breeze, rich with the aroma of the earth, the keeper of the seeds, for the springtime to come. There is calmness, as if all the gold, berry-reds and brown that flutter about is a cozy quilt, bringing everyone the same piece as the night time.

November legit tries to wash us away, to clean the slate. Like, I mean, you would think after October's being a teeny bit sunny that November will be dry. That it would be the actual beginning of the Dry season. But nope. It drizzles and drizzles and drizzles...and drizzles. And when it isn't drizzling, the heavens are trying fall down in a tsunami. I won't say it's not possible, with all of how damaged this year has been.

This game show is not really good, the good thing is that there are many people, bustling, like there are five or six more members in the house, also reducing the awkward atmosphere between them . "Uncle Paul Henry, two more days until the Mid-Autumn Festival, what are you planning to do?" This year, the 15th of August and the 1st of October coincide, which is divided into eleven days. "You're the same as always, nothing exciting."Paul Henry said softly.

"Blood moon, Blue moon, Rise of the Alpha King and his Luna Queen" To be continued...!

So, when silence lingered between them all, the young man tried to stir it up again out of his curiosity. "What's with October in the school, Luna?" Azer asked. "October is their foundation month. That's the only reason I can think of why we managed to get in easily and why there are a lot of people in the campus when usually at this time, the place should be silent," Luna replied that made them wonder. "How did you say that as if you were a part of this school?" Yuhan asked in astonishment. "This was my old school," she simply said, which made them all bewildered.

I argue, my voice laced with frustration and sadness. Her gentle hand rests upon my back, offering a comforting touch. She encourages me to eat, reminding me of the date, October 3rd. I furrow my brow, curious about the significance of that particular day. “What’s special about October 3rd?” I inquire, my voice tinged with curiosity. Silver’s eyes hold a glimmer of knowledge as she replies, “That’s the global witch day. It’s believed that during the dark of the night, witches become stronger, and their powers are unleashed.”

She started hanging out with him a few hours at a time and he would ask her to spend the night she respectfully decline every time. Leo’s mom and daughter were please once they realized they were now back in contact and would often stop by the gas station to see her. It was a bit awkward considering she does not trust his intentions. On capris birthday Belle strode in the store with five dozens red roses that were two times her height. They were absolutely beautiful, Capri could not help but call him with tears rolling down her cheeks to say thank you.