Stories About Autumn Novels & Stories

In fact, they were both lost in their own world, rubbing their noses against each other and giggling to themselves. Coming back to his thoughts, Anderson smiled slightly to himself. Regardless of how Carson put it, he knew the love-struck fool was right. No matter what, taking his depression out on everyone present seemed a little childish, to which he happily attributed to mid stage puberty. Looking out the window outside, lost in his thoughts Anderson finally came to terms with things. Who said he couldn’t finish the story and enjoy his family at the same time?

She would talk about it when the time comes. Autumn was listening quietly as her grandmother and aunt talked. After their conversation was over, Autumn climbed on top of Nora who was lying on the sofa, and asked her curiously, “Aunt Nora, why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

As the leaves began to change colors and the air turned crisp with the approach of autumn, Jace and his friends immersed themselves in their creative pursuits. They had spent the last few weeks finalizing their story about the magical waterfall, and excitement filled the air as they prepared for their next adventure. One afternoon, while brainstorming ideas for their upcoming exploration, Leo suggested, “What if we visit the old abandoned cabin that’s rumored to be in the woods? I’ve heard stories about it—how it’s haunted and filled with secrets from the past!”

Or perhaps they'd simply stopped caring. Autumn had settled into the settlement properly now — the trees along the outer paths turning amber and deep red, leaves collecting in the corners of buildings, the air carrying the particular clean cold that made everything feel more vivid. I thought about the summer just past. About the full moon run three weeks ago when Rafe had shifted and I'd climbed onto his back and we'd run with the whole pack through the forest, the wind and the speed and the pack bonds blazing open all around me. I thought about the bonfire night when the whole pack had gathered and the elders had told the old stories — wolf folklore and origin legends and the story of how t

" She cried. The words came to Autumn like a bullet, it sounded impossible to believe, she had just said good bye to him not long ago and now they told her he was gone. Autumn broke down, her legs were shaking, she could hardly stand on her two feet so she fell on her knees. "It can't be, he still hasn't fulfilled his silly dream of being the most richest man in the continent." She said, "and grandmother you should know I promised to help him fulfill that dream, how could he die now. He was still strong, I mean he exercised too, what could had gone wrong. Please talk to me grandmother." She cried, "unless..." She rose her head and looked around nervously. Paige couldn't understand this new r

I hate days like this. It’s terribly cold outside, and it gets dark much faster. Some people say that autumn is beautiful. Leaves fall from the trees, covering the damp earth with a rainbow quilt. However, for me, autumn is associated with only one thing - death. Plants die, and animals hide in tight corners, peacefully falling asleep. They probably don’t feel like watching everything around them slowly fade away. I envy them, I would like to close my eyes and not have to worry about anything too. Rain runs down my face. Water drips from strands of long blond hair, joining their companions. Together they flow down the paths, washing away all the dirt. Raindrops are never alone, there are bil

She buried her head into her hands and sobbed. “Mummy can you give auntie a hug?” Sean asked his mother. “She is very sad.” Natasha turned to look at Luyando’s desperate state. “Sean, why don’t you and I go out and take a look at the beautiful orchard behind the house?” Tulani took his son’s hand and led him out of the room. “What is an orchard dad?” Sean asked. “It is a garden of fruits son.” “Woooow. Are there apples there?” the four year old asked excitedly.

CHAPTER 43 Autumn had arrived in Riverside. The trees have turned into a fiery glow of orange, yellows, and reds. It’s Lina’s favorite season and her son, Adam. They would go out in the afternoon and play underneath the maple trees in their backyard. She would pretend to shovel Adam inside a pile of leaves. Her son would growl and try to catch her while she pretended to be afraid. Their peals of laughter would ring the backyard. Later, Rita would call them back for a snack of muffins and warm milk.

"Of course. I think we have the ingredients for it." Aunt Autumn started cooking while I set the table and made us some coffee for the pastries. Somehow, just because Aunt Autumn is here, all my worries from earlier just vanished. I guess I really am lonely, not just a little. After Aunt Autumn finished cooking, we started to eat. It's really been a while since I've eaten with her. "So, how's school been?" She asked as she took a sip of her coffee. "I was so surprised when you told me you were hanging out with your friends, but it's good to know that you found some. I can assume you can see their colors, right?"

I always joked with Danny and told him that if we ever broke up, I would have to come get my dose of Aly every now and then. The drive to the farm was just about an hour, up through the calming Pacific Northwest. Autumn was my favorite time to live here, it was full of life and color. Barton had a lot of tourist traffic in the summer and early fall, but by mid-October, it slowed back down until deer season, when the cabins outside of town were packed full. The locals celebrated the quiet time with a fall harvest parade and weekend festival in the town square, an oxymoron if you ask me, but a tradition I loved nonetheless.