Applesauce_Taste of Fall_Imposter_We Cared Only Briefly
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Applesauce
The autumn had dressed for the coming season, donning her most vibrant hues. She had swept into our streets and woodlands with a humble boldness that invited the eye to see more than they otherwise might. The autumn took her pirouette, her sweet turn on the stage all around, and we were are all so blessed to be given such beauty. There were the browns that come as a comforting quilt to the earth, yet the rest are the hues of volcanoes, of firework sparks and festival hoopla. It was as if nature is calling out to the spring and the trees couldn't help but become as flowers, towering blossoms of...
Taste of Fall
The night was at its brim. I was still awake and brewing a mild black coffee, strong enough to keep those red and cumbersome eyes running, not so strong enough to tart my tongue by its lasting bitterness because at last, I was creating the latest autumn drinks and I HAD to taste it when done. Same recipes and same technique, from the amount of extracts to the limit of sugar – everything was used and done accurately yet for the first several endeavours, I could not produce that nostalgic flavour. It made me frustratingly awake for another thirty minutes until the last sets of trial fruits v...
Imposter
The mysterious young woman ambled into the quaint coffee shop, shades and a wavy balayage bob framed her face. Something about her commanded attention, yet she also blended in with the crowd of others nearby. The woman wore a beige trench coat dress and black leggings underneath, high heeled boots, and a watch. This was clearly a woman of business. Patiently, she waited in the line to order and finally relax in the coffee shop. An array of book shewww.onedoor.cclves, tables and chairs, autumn decorations, the view of sunset colored leaves outside the windows and other objects surrounding her bring a sense o...
We Cared Only Briefly
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. There was smoke first, or the smell of it, sharp and determined through the vents of the classrooms, and then whispers, hopes that classes would be cancelled, that the front hallways were burning. We were in no danger, they assured us, the fire wasn’t close. Just focus, just pay attention to the equation. We couldn’t see much from the windows, only the reflected lights of firetrucks, red, yellow, red, yellow, and then they closed the drapes. By the time we were dismissed we could see the trees alight outside of his house, angry and demand...