Autumn Short Story

I walked through the door with you, the air was cold, But something 'bout it felt like home somehow. And I left my scarf there at your sister's house, And you've still got it in your drawer even now.

Winter Solstice was a very special time in Stormholt, with Kenna and Val’s friends visiting them every year for a grand celebration. It was cold and windy that night, and even though Kenna and Val were having fun, they were also feeling restless. “Damn it Kenna, this dress is so itchy! I hate having to be so formal.” “I know Val, but at least I let you do your hair the way you like.” With an amorous look, Kenna eyed Val up and down. “You’re not wearing anything underneath that dress are you, Val?” Grinning at Kenna, Val nodded, “You know me too well. But I’m pretty sure it’s not just me.” “I guess you’ll have to find out later.” As Val observed the way Kenna’s hair flowed in the wind, she had a hard time concentrating on anything else. “… and that’s how I invented plumbing. I… Val! Are you even listening?” “What? Oh yeah, very funny, Whitlock.” “Val! It’s not supposed to be funny, it’s supposed to be interesting!” “Ok, then it’s really interesting,” Val said with her eyes locked on Kenna, not fully aware of what she was even saying. “Ugh, I don’t know why I try with you, maybe Lia will be more considerate.” With that, Whitlock walked off, leaving Val alone with her wife. “Kenna, this shouldn’t be possible, but when you’re bathed in moonlight, you’re even more beautiful.” Placing her hand on Val’s thigh, Kenna smiled and gave her a kiss. “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you, my gorgeous wife.” Kenna looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to them.

The form of a young woman now stood before her, garbed in a diaphanous gown of flowing reds, golds, blues and greens, and close enough to touch. She walked gracefully in darkness, each footstep alighting an invisible path that Ashe could not

Instead of your heavy winter coat, you decide on a raincoat and boots for the upcoming rain. With the wet dirt and uncovered tree’s, earthly smells enclose your senses. Seeing the newly grown grass. Hearing the birds chirp after returning back to their homes. Critters have just begun to come out of hibernation and everything starts to become the active beaten path you used to know. As the clouds start to disappear and the sun comes out of hiding, trees and plants start to bloom with new life with the vibrant colors of summer. Leaving behind the pastel colors of spring, summer brings noisy vibrant colors to life. The animals wake and scamper across the cement pathway while the flowers open to the morning rays. Different smells meet you halfway to fill your nose with aromas that have not been discovered since last

The night crawled quickly as the sun sank from the horizon. But there was hardly any sign of the star’s presence, only a shadowed moon, struggling for supremacy over the dark heavy clouds that rolled over the top.

August 13th, 1814: It was terrible.. I woke up today with my parents screaming, yelling at me to run out of there, to not look back. So I grabbed my journal and darted out of there, but.. my parents didn’t.. there was a fire, started from the house right next to us and it spread like a wildfire, burning down everything near it. It seemed I was the only one to make it, everyone that I grew up with.. gone. Except Henry, my best friend.. he made it out too, although not in very good shape. I bought him some bread with the small amount of money I had leftover, and it seemed to help ever so slightly.

For a moment time seemed to stop, the rain ceased to fall and the villagers were in a silent trance. There was only the ray from the crescent moon to light up the immense

Such an unusual time, this minute of sleeping. It’s around noon, half past eleven, and the room was so quiet that if you were to listen close you could hear little ants running across to reach the crumbs that had scattered beneath the counter and onto the floor. The walls are quiet, too, with nothing to watch, they close their eyes and rest soundly. The lamps bleed light into the room, but as time passes, the bulbs dim with death and eventually burn out.

Arna Bontemps wrote “A Summer Tragedy” in 1933, four years into the Great Depression. A native of Louisiana, Bontemps’ family moved West when he was a very small child due to racial tension and segregation in the South (p. 278). The setting of “A Summer Tragedy,” the Mississippi River Delta during the Depression, in the days when black sharecroppers farmed the land surrounding the great river, reflects Bontemps’ own heritage and childhood experiences, as well as plays a key role in the story. “A Summer Tragedy” uses a sad, weary, solemn tone in the third-person limited point-of-view to tell the story of Old Jeff Patton, a black sharecropper, and his blind wife, Jennie. It tells a story of deep sorrrow and suffering, but also of courage and resignation, by painting a picture in the reader’s mind with descriptive imagery, foreshadowing throughout the story of the tragedy to come, the simultaneous account of both an internal and an external conflict, and motifs repeated throughout the story.

In the coming months, the days will become shorter and we’ll be seeing less and less sunlight, but before we wind up stuck inside on cold winter days we should take this time some would describe as “perfect weather” and get outside. From farmers’ markets and apple houses, to pumpkin patches and fall festivals, our community and its surrounding locales

Alena’s summer started at Canada Wonderland with her friend Meg. She road every ride she could. Did I mention that she swallowed a wasp thet stung her throat on the way down to the stomach. The sting made her look like she had a big juicy Adam’s apple.

Misty dew covers the entire surface of the field. The yellowing corn stalks stand erect and proud until my grandpas tractor comes to end their growth. Autumn slowly weaves its way in and leaves a stain of brilliant color in its wake. Not everyone enjoys such colors, but when you take a second to step outside your doorstep, and look at all the wonders that surround you, you’d be surprised at how marvelous the world can truly be. To me, Autumn is a time for relishing in the colors. Soaking in the oranges and reds while sitting by a warm fire. It’s a time for remembering that everything does end, but it does not have to end in the dreadful way we think it will. Autumn is a time for the closeness of others to keep out the chill of the morning and the starry-eyed darkness of the night.

Imagine living on a planet where it doesn't stop raining for seven years, but then when it stops, it only stops for 2 hours. In the short story “ All Summer In A Day”, Margot is a girl who moved 5 years ago from Earth. In addition, the Earth is a planet, on Earth you can almost always see the sun. Margot moved to the planet of Venus, the planet where you can see the sun once every seven years for 2 hours. Margot is a girl who really loves the sun, and in Venus she is not able to see it or feel it. Besides that, the kids in her class are being very mean to her. All of these actions of the kids are happening because they are jealous. Along with her classmates being mean to her, they disrespect her, they ignore her, and they basically bully her. Obviously the jealousy of the kids causes them to treat Margot horribly. This appears when Margot is alone, locked in the closet, and when she is not participating in the class activities. All of this jealousy causes Margot to be depressed and antisocial.

The fleeting changes that often accompany seasonal transition are especially exasperated in a child’s mind, most notably when the cool crisp winds of fall signal the summer’s end approaching. The lazy routine I had adopted over several months spent frolicking in the cool blue chlorine soaked waters of my family’s bungalow colony pool gave way to changes far beyond the weather and textbooks. As the surrounding foliage changed in anticipation of colder months, so did my family. My mother’s stomach grew larger as she approached the final days of her pregnancy and in the closing hours of my eight’ summer my mother gently awoke me from the uncomfortable sleep of a long car ride to inform of a wonderful surprise. No longer would we be returning

Whether it was fate, an act of the gods, or just a coincidence of nature, the earth was tilted on its axis at creation, resulting in the phenomenon of seasons as it endlessly orbits the sun. Winter, spring, summer, and fall. The seasons come and go as do the unique features that each one holds. But is each season treasured equally to its individual worth? Or do they all blend together as time slips through the world’s fingers? The beauty of life found within Autumn can’t be fully appreciated until the limit of time and inability to avoid death is accepted.