Brothers and Sisters of Flame_Her Steps_Evelyn's Ghost_Waiting For Twilight
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Brothers and Sisters of Flame
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The greens were fading to beautiful reds and yellows, signaling Autumn was on the way. As a kid, it was always my favorite time of year. Cool evenings spent around the firepit, horror movie marathons, everything and anything pumpkin flavored. It reminded me of home and it brought me comfort.I grew up on a farm. The springs were busy and the summers were long and hot. Fall always brought with it a nice respite. When I was little I would ride the tractors to the pumpkin patches and help load the wagon full. One of my favorite moments every ...
Her Steps
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. A gust of warm autumn wind blew past me and carried my hair with it. A leaf came to rest on my temple, wedged between my brow and glass, but I could not be bothered. The leaves were on fire. Never before had I seen such a gracious sight. It was more beautiful than the explosion of a supernova, warmer than my grandmother's cooking, and yet icyer than the driest ice in Antarctica. The leaves moved in the breeze and crinkled in my ear. It was not the leaves that moved me, but they added so well to the ambiance as I gazed at the ethereal bein...
Evelyn's Ghost
Evelyn skipped down the hallway of her large house, her long blonde hair swinging behind her. She entered the sitting room, where her parents were settled down on the couch. They looked up at her, and smiled. “Hello, Evie-bug,” Her father greeted her. “Hello, Papa!” She ran over to them, and sat in her father’s lap. “Are you excited for your sixth birthday tomorrow?” Evelyn’s mother, Alwww.onedoor.ccice, questioned. Evelyn nodded excitedly, smiling. When she smiled, her missing front teeth became even more apparent, and it made her father chuckle. He lifted her up, began to carry her up to bed. “Bedtime, ...
Waiting For Twilight
By the time I step outside, the leaves are on fire. Well, they might as well be. The wind comes alive and sends swirls of crimsons, oranges, yellows and golds dancing through the air like flames. A fitting description—for me, the cool, crisp autumn days are nothing short of hell.Suddenly, a thick, cool grey mass obscures my vision. I glare in frustration, trying to break through its dense, watery coat with a beam of warmth, but to no avail. My rays become faint and diluted, powerless against the heavy clumps that have built a seemingly everlasting empire in the sky.The day drags on, and I stru...