The Fallen Leaves Tell A Story Novels & Stories

“How can I be like this? Why does it suddenly hurt so much that I want to cry?” The feeling struck a moment after his eyes made contact with the mysterious painting shown by René earlier. At first, it was just a little tightness in his chest, but as the painter went further to tell the story, the feeling got worse. He even cried for a moment before he ran away from his lecturer’s residence. He hoped that René wouldn’t have the chance to see his tears. His body felt weak. He couldn’t even move his legs to get up even after the elevator had arrived on the ground floor, and the door started to open.

He swung her around and their voices rang out, ‘Like the sun through the trees you came to love me Like a leaf on a breeze, you blew away Through autumn's golden gown, we used to kick our way You always loved this time of year Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now 'Cause you're not here 'Cause you're not here 'Cause you're not here..’

“Grinding the Orc Teeth with silver dust.” Upon hearing the answer, the teacher had a look of understanding on his face. “It’s to be expected then.” The big guy turned to the teacher. “What is? Why?” “The Fall Four Seasons leaves are a bit dry. Especially if you put them near fire, they will dry faster, right? And even if they don’t catch a fire, the heat is enough to spur a reaction between the cold mixture and the Fall leaves. They counteract each other, so they explode,” Teacher Enji explained.

I asked the fairy goddess while showing her the broken leaves in my hand. The fairy goddess did not falter in her smile when she saw the broken leaves on my palm. She walked over to me and stroked my cheek with her warm fingers. “You have three destinies with three different men.” The fairy goddess turned her gaze towards the huge apple tree that stood so firmly. The leaves danced every time the wind blew so hard. I watched as the fallen leaves fell to the grass below. And at the same time, the dark red apples fell, leaving an ominous sound.

The musty-sweet smell of decaying leaves lingered in her nose, luring her with its unnatural and bewitching fragrance. Leonore was half awake and half asleep, yet her eyes were closed still. She could hear the smooth rustling of the leaves, however, even with eyes closed, she could distinguish the fresh fallen leaves from the withered and rotten ones. It was the way they were released into the air; the way they were propelled in a dreamy and lackadaisical manner heightened the main difference. The fresh fallen leaves go freely with the air, but the withered leaves were stubborn.

Fallen yellow-yellow foliage covers the street as a carpet for those who want to go home after struggling to understand each class. On that beautiful street, the air felt quite cold for Alex who was standing on the side of the road while watching the people walking past him. A leaf fell and fell on Alex’s head. Alex took the leaf and looked at it long enough. Then he stared ahead, and he came back sad to see some pairs of lovers walking in front of him.

Marissa's words got Trevor slightly stumped and cringed a little as he was getting on his age after all. Waving his hand, Trevor gestured for the others to leave, and soon, only the old couple were left. Trevor sat staring at a tree in the courtyard. The leaves were falling one after the other as if it was their last goodbye. Trevor said, "You and I are like the leaves on this tree. We don't have much time left. Our children are like the new leaves, swaying in the wind while you and I fall to the ground, waiting to rot into the soil."

Nova looked around again. Nothing. She was completely exposed. Another howl echoed through the forest. Closer this time. Nova’s stomach dropped. Then suddenly an idea hit her. Slowly she looked upward toward the massive trees surrounding her. “…You know what? I hate this plan already.” Still better than becoming Hollowfang dinner. Nova grabbed onto the rough bark and started climbing. Immediately she regretted everything Her arms burned almost instantly while her boots slipped against the bark. Another howl sounded through the woods “Hurry hurry hurry—”

The woman's smile faded. "You can see it now." Adrian looked upward. Only then did he notice. The highest branches were no longer white. Dark veins spread through them. Leaf after leaf turned black before drifting silently to the ground. "What happened?" The woman knelt beside the trunk. She placed one hand upon the ancient bark. "Someone has begun erasing stories..." "...faster than new ones can be born." A distant roar echoed beyond the horizon. The white sky trembled violently. One enormous branch snapped.

Another lie. How many more before everything falls apart?