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Oct 20
fiction 1 comment challenge: Seasonal
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Blanket of Leaves


It was fall, with Halloween just days away. It was a bit chaotic in the house since my parents were helping my little brother make his own Halloween costume for this year. I wanted a break, so I decided to take a walk. I chose to take a walk along the winding trail through the forest by my house. As soon as I opened the door, I noticed the leaves. They were everywhere. The ground had a blanket of leaves, covering the grass almost entirely. Many of the trees still had most of their leaves, but there were a few here and there that were completely bare. The beautiful mix of red, orange, and yellow contrasted nicely with the evergreen trees scattered among the others. The sky was a bright blue, and the air was crisp. Just before I reached the edge of the woods, a fall breeze hit my face. It was cold and refreshing, but not cold enough to bother me too much. As I started the trail, all the sounds of my house faded until all I could hear was the peaceful sound of the breeze through the trees and the rustling of animals in the leaves. I walked that trail for a while. I had left in the late afternoon, but since it was fall, the light in the forest began to fade earlier than I expected. I decided to turn around and head back home. I walked and walked, and it soon became dark. I had forgotten a flashlight, but thankfully the moon rose almost full and bright above me, lighting my way. I reached the edge of the woods and began to trudge through the leaves towards my house, pausing only briefly to admire the stars. Finally, I reached my house and walked past the two pumpkins on my porch, just waiting to be carved, and stepped inside.
 
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  1. Nolan Pepe
    Oct 30, 2020

    You're piece made me think about experiences similar to yours and how they differed from each other. Also, the details of the leaves being different colors and how the breeze was cool and crisp, but not so cold as to bother you. Your forgetting of a flashlight was also an interesting one as it reminded me that winter is definitely coming it's getting darker sooner.

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