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.
If anyone ever called me beautiful, I don't know what I'd do..
I'm used to being pretty but not that pretty.
Plain but not ugly.
I've never been called beautiful.
Beautiful is for people who match some standard.
The sky smiles when you laugh and so do I.
Even though we barely know each other, I feel as though I've known you for a million years.
Your laugh.
Your smile.
Everything I've seen and all that I haven't.
People say Sleeping Beauty dreamed of her prince in the hundred years she slept.
But that’s not true, not in the least.
She dreamt of a world where she needed no prince to wake her, where she could wake herself.
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