One Autumn Leaf Novels & Stories

Emma is walking to the train station on her way to school. She decided to commute because she wants to take photos of the beautiful early autumn scenery. She deeply inhaled the sweet smell of the autumn wind. The view of the falling autumn leaves made her breathless, and she had this urge to take picture of that beautiful scene... She quickly grabbed her Nikon D90 Camera and took numerous shots of the autumn trees. The leaves are bursting with red and gold colors, and it looks so breathtaking!

Hall picked up his teacup for a long time before finally saying, "Nine days ago, Jess came to see me. She wants to break things off with you." "I don't accept that!" Samson protested. "Then go tell her yourself," Mr. Hall snapped, almost roaring. Samson, a man who had never backed down from any challenge, now lowered his head in defeat. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a row of sunflowers drawn on the back of the marriage application. Ten sunflowers in perfect order. He froze. If each flower stood for a day, that meant it had been exactly ten days.

Very intimidating and menacing. "We're going to drag him to hell! Never forget that goal, never forget me... I am you... and you are me!" Zitrey abruptly opened her eyes. The beads of sweat are now flowing in her forehead, and body are drench by it. She then gasped for air. She adjusted her eyes from the bright light coming from the sun shone onto the leaves of the tree. Leaves are falling down from it twigs, twirling in the air with such a big volume. The dried leaves falling are increasing by number day by day, as the autumn season are about to reach its end.

➳ Pernwél Sunrays slightly dance around my fur, caressing it with its warmth. It softly plays with the colors of the leaves falling from the trees, welcoming autumn. Before my eyes, guided by the wind that streams through them, a dance of light and color takes place. A breathtaking view, to partake in the beauty of nature. The rustling of the falling leaves onto the mossy ground, littering a carpet made of the reddish and maroon tones of the withering of the summer season.

The year 2014 Day first. It was the ninth month of the year. The autumn season. It is the season of inner calm and a kindly stoicism etched in memories of joy. The autumn comes as a gospel choir, harmonised in such a way that celebrates each hue and shows how they belong together. Autumn is alien. The season of bumper harvests and swaying hay is soon replaced by Hallowe’en and horror. It is a portal to a time of dread when winter’s suffocating skies throttle the land. At its most glorious, autumn is spectacular. The world is a-blaze in its fiery cloak of colours, from incandescent-red to lightning-gold. Then both leaf flame and field light burn bright one last time, ‘are fading into the dyin

A few months later..... Orange and terracotta hues of canopy lit the maple trees, announcing that autumn had hit her stride. The evening glow cast an orange hue on the beautiful path. The trees are blooming, despite knowing that their days are numbered, knowing that they will fall and turn to dust. The gold and scarlet of the autumn days remind you that there is beauty if you look for it. A lonely woman was walking down the path to the cemetery, honey boots covering her feet, a knit scarf wound around her neck, pretty and matching the autumn vibe.

The moon hung low, swollen and gold, casting a heavy glow across the clearing where the Veil had once torn the world open. Its light gilded the grass in molten silver, washing everything in a dreamlike hush. Autumn stood barefoot in the dew-damp grass, arms loosely crossed over her chest. Outwardly, the night was warm, soft with summer’s breath. But inside, her thoughts churned like a restless sea. So much had changed. Too much.

Ava found herself thinking about that often during the following weeks. The house felt different now. Lighter. Warmer. Not perfect. No family was perfect. No marriage was perfect. But there was honesty. There was effort. There was peace. And after everything they had survived, peace felt like a gift. The arrival of autumn brought cooler mornings and longer evenings. Golden leaves lined the streets. The city seemed softer somehow. More reflective. Even Nova appeared affected by the season. For nearly two months she had become obsessed with collecting leaves. Not ordinary leaves.

The ninth time Julian Hale chose Vivian Cross over me, I held a knife to Vivian's throat and made her beg for forgiveness in the middle of a crowded downtown plaza. I thought that would finally be enough to end the affair. Instead, Julian made me pay for hurting her. He went after my father's company and destroyed it, leaving my family broke and buried in debt to loan sharks. In the end, my father, Martin Ellison, couldn't take it anymore. He swallowed an entire bottle of pills beside my mother, Diane Ellison. The shock was too much for her heart, and she died soon after. I lost both my parents in a single day. The day after the funerals, the doctor gave me more bad news. I had late-stage st

Chapter 77 Aurora's pov This day came quietly. The kind of day autumn always brings—the air crisp enough, the trees shedding gold and amber like they were tired of holding on. Leaves skittered across the pavement, crunching under careless steps, and the sky hung low and pale, like it was holding its breath. It was the end of the semester.