She sat on the steps, enjoying the brisk autumn air. It was the day before Halloween and the smell of cinnamon hung in the air. She knew she’d have to go in soon, but for now life was perfect. The browning leaves floating around her, the rusty oranges and reds that hung from every treetop, a caramel apple in her hand, yes, that was Autumn.
Posted in response to the challenge PAST CONTESTS: Autumn '24: Writing. See Award Winners and All Submissions.
A thousand thoughts pounding into my head ALL THE TIME.
Whirring past at a million miles per hour.
Filling my head with noise.
The world makes it louder.
Scene One
(Stage)
(Dr. Snowday sits in her chair, wrapping tape around her wrists.)
Dr. Snowday: Actors and Techie, start the show!
Sometimes I wonder about the person I seem to be.
Is she truly me or someone else entirely?
Is it real or just a mask?
And if she's just a mask, then who am I?
Am I surrounded by lights?
Or shadows?
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