Fall Beginnings_Apple Date_Jolly's_Cassias Finch's freedom
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Fall Beginnings
“By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire,” I said, finishing the reading of my short story to my class. “Wait, what do you mean ‘by the time you stepped outside, the leaves were on fire’?” my teacher questioned, “Is that the end of the story?” When I nodded, she made a mark in her gradebook and said, “What kind of ending is that? That is not how you finish a story. I’m giving you a D!” I winced. I knew that they wouldn’t understand. This assignment was supposed to bewww.onedoor.cc a made-up story about fall, but while trying to write one, I had gotten writer’s block, so I decided to write it ...
Apple Date
Alec drove slowly down the road. Oak trees lined the evening lit road, their leaves turning a shade of brown as they gently fell, catching in the winds gust to splatter onto his pickup. "There!" Akari said with excitement, pointing to a street to the right. As Alec turned off onto the dirt road Akari oohed in excitement. Apple trees were everywhere. His excitement made Alec smile as he pulled to a stop in front of a farmhouse. "This is going to be so much fun!" As they got out an older female stepped out on the wrap-around porch. "Welcome!" She greeted. "My name is Zaina and I will be your hos...
Jolly's
So I presume I'm dead. Well that wasn't as bad as Hollywood made it out to be, my life didn't even flash before my eyes! The mere notion is absurd, how can my life flash before my eyes as I'm losing it? Nobody sees what they've lost and they certainly don't know it's missing until they look for it. How can I see something I'm losing before I even know I've lost it? No, no...Death passed by quickly, and even with its speed I still thought of her, my love. She called me grouchy, moody, hardworking, stubborn, but most importantly she called me hers. Her amber eyes would greet mine every morning a...
Cassias Finch's freedom
“You know,” said the old blue jay sharing the perch with young Cassias Finch, “they envy us our freedom.” “Really?” Young Cassias Finch stopped scanning for his next spot to forage and looked at the old blue jay sharing his perch. “Yes, they have a saying—free as a bird—but they have no idea the strength it takes to fly.” The young finch regarded the old blue jay. He was still regal in the splendid deep blue of his species that Cassias had always admired. However, sitting so close he could see that there was a weariness to him: his breast feathers were warn down, his wings a little thin, in a...