One Autumn Leaf Novels & Stories

When the wind blew, leaves would fall from the tree, reminding them that autumn was around the corner. Early autumn gave off a strange feeling. Some might find it hard that summer was over, but they would still feel pleasant that autumn was finally arriving after such a long time. Some might find it hard because the leaves and beautiful flowers were falling and wilting away. But no one can change the flow of the changing of the seasons. It was the same for the rising and setting of the sun. Seeing Raeleigh in a daze, Novalie said, "Sooner or later, you'll have to face the truth. As long as you keep a positive mind, you'll be able to deal with it."

The autumn air grew cold and bitter late that autumn, clinging to the edges of the cottage where Adrian and Elara wrapped themselves in a woollen shawl of warmth. Leaves blew outside, whirling from the bare trunks of trees to the ground like nature's goodbye before winter arrived. Adrian's weathered hand rested against hers, his fingers following the curve of her knuckles as they soaked in a silent by the fire.

Stefany suggested, choosing some leaves that had interesting color gradations. Daniel nodded in agreement. "Yes, an autumn butterfly made of leaves. It would be beautiful." They both began to arrange the leaves carefully. The heart-shaped leaf was placed in the center as the butterfly's body, while small leaves that were red and orange were attached as wings. "I like these colors, Stefy. They look so alive," Daniel praised, observing his work. Stefany smiled shyly. "Thank you. You're also helping a lot, Dani." On the other side, Caroline and Marsha were busy with their autumn tree. They attached large leaves at the bottom as the tree trunk, then attached small leaves that were brightly color

Evelyn’s POV The autumn sun dipped low on the horizon, casting golden rays through the trees as I wandered the quiet paths behind Crestwood High. Fall had arrived in full force—the air crisp and filled with the earthy scent of fallen leaves. But beneath this picturesque setting, my thoughts churned with unease. Something was off, and I was determined to discover what it was.

CALEB’S POV Two weeks unravels like a worn ribbon in the heart of Newark. October arrived on campus leaving drying leaves and silver fog in its wake. The trees around The Green are giving in to Autumn, letting go leaf by leaf, as if creating space for something new. But the old brick buildings have seen so many autumns, they wear the season like a familiar coat. Their eye-like windows catch the morning light and ivy climb their walls like veins. Most mornings, the melancholic chimes from the memorial disbands the crows from its rooftop. And by evening, the darkness drops like a velvet curtain and the scent of damp earth is stronger than the night before.

I picked up my cream bucket bag from the bed. Then I stepped into the sitting room. It was just Mom there… Leo was probably in his room. A moment later, Isabella knocked and walked in. And just like that, we left. The moment we stepped outside… The air felt different. Cooler. Softer. Late September had settled in quietly, wrapping everything in that gentle in-between feeling autumn always carried so effortlessly. The trees along the street had started to change…leaves shifting into muted shades of gold, amber, and soft brown.