Outline Of A Book ' Chapter One '

The wind blew softly, pressing against my skin; the heat was humid, sweat licking down my back. Leaves danced in the wind, like ballerina's taking their turn in the spotlight afters years of practice. It was a nice day, and Autumn day, a day for family activities. It was cold enough to need a long sleeved shirt and pants, maybe even sweats. But it wasn’t so bad to wear layers upon layers of clothing. It was a normal day in the small town of Duncan, a mix between everything. I felt the breeze ruffling my hair, but complaints about the heat were all that was talked about.

The trees fly by with red, yellow and orange leaves. I feel the brisk wind swirling my hair from right to left. I feel the rocks and pavement underneath my feet. I feel the strength in my thighs. As I run through the woods, I am alone with my thoughts, and I discover peace.

I took my suit jacket off and hastily shoved it into my backpack. I smiled as the air hit my body and started to dry the sweat that had gathered from wearing the suit jacket for three hours. Looking outside I saw what I expected. The grey lifeless clouds of the English winter hung over us and the almost freezing temperatures,

I'm currently walking home from school in the cold, windy streets of Greenwich Village in New York City. It's fall season right now, so it gets pretty chilly around here. I’m currently wearing a gray beanie with my brown, wavy hair placed down, my cozy white knitted sweater, and my blue denim jeans that lead down to my comfy black uggs. I looked at the beautiful sight around me, smelling the coffee beans and feeling the fresh autumn breeze on my face. There were many

There’s a little crunch as I step on the colorful dead leaves. It’s quiet and alone in the little park. I decided to take a stroll earlier. The smell of fresh rain clears my head of all its problems. The sun begins to peek through the gray clouds.

Once I arrived at the park, I breathed in the fresh air around me and took it all in. The air was cool and salty from the Atlantic ocean, and the trees were a stunning shade of orange this autumn. I could hear the waves crashing against the shore and leaves crunching beneath my feet. An ice cold wind whipped my hair, and I was glad I wore warm clothes. I made a beeline

For the first time, I realize how empty our house has become. I buy food, but never enough to come even close to filling the cupboards or the icebox. What small amount of furniture we have not already sold or donated to families who are in need, could all fit comfortably in our dining room. The walls, which were once covered with beautiful paintings and artwork and family pictures, are now mostly bare. One would not have to look very hard to see where they once had hung, since the sun faded the wallpaper so badly. This house just feels empty.

Ever since I was little, playing outside in the old crusty leaves was my absolute favorite thing to do. The smell of the week old leaves rotting on the ground mixed with the crisp autumn air, got my hopes up because I knew what was coming, sweater weather. To me it’s not just fall weather. It’s when it’s just warm enough for the windows in the house to be open, but the breeze still chills you and raises the hairs on your arms. It’s the time when big hoodies and over sized sweaters are the main fashion statement. Fall is more than halloween and pumpkin spice everything. It’s a time for

Ephesians 2:1-7: Paul prays Being Alive in God. Form a chiasm stressing the point of man’s total depravity. He is “dead” in sin and can and will never chose Christ unless and until he is “alive”. A person is saved by grace through faith “unto” good works, not “by” them.

“It’s my favorite,” I respond as I climb into bed next to my mom. She opens the book and starts reading. I listen intently, waiting for my favorite part. Finally she half reads half sings it, “I'll

It was a warm fall day in early October, a day that I recall quite vividly. The smells of the transition from summer to fall were in the air, accompanied by the sounds of birds singing and the wind blowing through the trees. It was on this beautiful day that my existence was almost terminated. A quick hunting trip could have ended my life.

Upon arriving at the park I'm surrounded by lanky live oak trees, brittle leaves falling one by one, it's a sign of the seasons that chilly days are coming upon us. As I make my way towards the pathway they crackle under my feet. As I look down I'm walking across a array of beautiful autumn colors. The reds, oranges, and browns are so vibrant against

After a long day, I decided to go outside onto the porch swing and relax. The sky was still gray. The breeze was still nipping at my skin. The leaves were still rustling in the wind. It still made me feel at peace. If only it was actually fall instead of

While I am sitting on the floor of my school library, sandwiched in between two bookshelves with about 200 books on each shelf, with the loud sound of the air conditioner and growling of my hungry stomach, I can still feel the cool breeze on that evening outside my house. I can hear the falling of dried plum leaves with its crisp sound as they hit the ground and the

Walking into the kitchen for a beer, I stopped beside the window. I rubbed my hands over the scars left by my mother’s cleaver. I looked at the kitchen door before I looked out into the yard. The streetlights cast the shadow of my bird feeder. It was long, thin, and dark. A light snow was falling.