Novel & Cerita The Fallen Leaves Tell A Story

It's trunk was so great and every branch had a leaves that big as palm. She wanted to pick any of those leaves but when she going to pick it, the moon hid itself, the animals roared and the breeze seemed to be freezing. The sweet voice on the wind and all fancy things around was gone. She stopped picking some leaves but its too late, the red color of it turned as black, black as the feather of the raven.It's flower was not good and it's vanes become weakened.The trunk and branches seemed so dry and the leaves that they wanted down the ground. She was afraid when it happened, she ran away from the tree, she want to escape out that situation but her power could not anything to save her.

“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.

"Something drawing attention." The elder's gaze sharpened. "Attention from what?" The question was quiet. It carried a thread of caution. The first elder held his gaze. "You've heard the stories, " he said. The air shifted subtly. The second elder didn't respond. Because yes he had heard the stories. Stories were stories until they weren't. "Say it " he said finally low and measured. The first elder didn't look away. "Nightfall, " he said. The word settled between them like something

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—”