One Autumn Leaf Novels & Stories

October came around again. The fourth. Daniel stood at the bus stop on a Wednesday morning in the first week and waited for the 47 with his hands in the pockets of the autumn coat he had retrieved from the back of the wardrobe the previous week, when the September warmth had finally made its decision and receded into the honest chill that preceded October. The dark green scarf was at his neck. The October city was in its amber configuration. The leaves on the park edge trees were in the process of the decision — not yet committed, still holding the green of the summer through the gold that was coming, the two colours present simultaneously in the way of things at the threshold of the change.

And Gavin—well, Gavin’s three hours away, counting down the days until graduation, already acting like he’s got one foot out the door. Gemma texted me last night: You ever feel like you’re suffocating, even when the window’s open? I didn’t know how to answer. I keep thinking about summer, the salt wind and the laughter and the promises we made, but autumn isn’t summer. –And the truth is, maybe none of us are the same anymore. The thing about autumn is that it looks prettier than it feels. Everyone talks about the leaves—red, orange, gold, the whole cliché—but no one talks about the gray sky behind them, or the way the air smells like endings.

“Must you always do that, little one.” ~O~O~O~ WEEKS continued to flow by in the river of time. More and more leaves changing from green to reds, yellows, and oranges and then fluttering to the ground. The days were often clear and bright, the sky a calm blue as relaxing rays of warm sunlight mediated the cool autumn breeze. All able villagers worked in the ripened fields and orchard, harvesting rice and fruit.

In this world, you were alive and well, new appearance but the same consciousness. It begins with an old poem. Which goes like this: •10 Birds flew upon a gallows tree with no Leaves. As they glanced at a haven with no Angels to seize.• •∆° Ever wondered about the leaves that fell from those Autumn trees. As they tried to hold onto the twigs whilst still floating in the air with the need to surpass the force of gravity, falling swiftly to the ground. Just to Find those yester-week leaves laying still as if awaiting trial. Until they lost hope and eventually grew pale for they were once green. Where did they head to? for a week later 20 of them are missing some replaced by others who'd forgon

A yawn escaped me as I stood on the paved road in front of my apartment building at five-fifty. Yes, I was ten minutes early for I didn't wanna anger the tycoon any more than he already was. A cold breeze blew past me, raising the hairs at the back of my neck. Holy pumpkins! A shudder rippled through me as my hands shot up, rubbing my arms warm. It was almost the end of September and the beginning of fall. The yellowish hues in the leaves apprised of that.

It was warm that day. I don't usually track time, but according to the calendar at the motel's front desk, September was ending. Autumn. I looked around and just noticed how the leaves of the trees were slowly turning into different shades of yellow and rust. If we weren't on a run, going out on a walk with Dylan with our fingers intertwined like this would make a nice date. The thought made me blush.

Ten Years Ago - Age Eighteen Less than a month into the first semester of college and it was possible I might have to drop out. I watched the leaves just beginning to change from my bedroom window. A beautiful death in yellow and orange and red. Some were starting to fall already, as if a prelude to the news we'd received today.

Edeline Outside, the moon had finally risen above the treetops, casting a soft glow that filtered through the leaves, which fluttered and danced in the gentle breeze. Autumn was approaching, its presence evident in the crisp air and falling leaves. The moonlight illuminated my room with a calming, ethereal glow. I stared up at the moon, wishing for healing, hoping for strength. I needed to develop a stronger will. I pleaded silently for a solution, for a way to address all the mistakes and find a path through this painful situation.

Atlas just had a calm expression on his face, even when he closed his eyes, she didn't know what he was thinking. If you say women's thoughts are like finding a needle in a haystack, then men's thoughts are very deep and difficult to understand. She didn't look at him anymore but stood up and walked under the tree canopy. The weather is now autumn and every maple leaf is falling. She unconsciously raised her hand waiting for a maple leaf to fall. The falling speed of the leaf was neither fast nor slow, it fell into her hand for about three seconds. She gently stroked the leaf a few times. The color of the leaf was dark red. There were also a few drops of rainwater seeping into her hand, feel

"You've seen him, haven't you? The Alpha who's coming?" His eyes shot up to meet mine, and the look in them made my blood run cold. "Not yet," he said, "but I've felt his presence. He's close." I sighed, looking out the window. My lips parted when I saw a single red leaf drifted past, caught on the wind. The first sign of fall. The leaves were beginning to turn orange.