Fiction

Once upon a time, there was a little ghost named Jerry, and Jerry was a very scared and timid ghost.

I’m only up half the tree when the branch above me breaks. I scream for a second, because that was my next hold.

Fall is a season of beauty. That is at least what I believe. Lots of people go leaf peeping. For me, I play soccer and enjoy the cool weather.

Ever since I was a little girl,  I have loved Halloween with all my heart. Every year I would decorate my room for Halloween 2 months in advance. I would set an alarm at 5:00 a.m.

Hello, my name is Morticia. I live in Chill Hollow, on the outskirts of Nebraska. I am twelve years old. My zodiac sign is Scorpio. I live with my two parents, little sister and pets. Normal right… Not me.

I walk outside and smell the crisp fall air. Leaves everywhere all different colors from red to orange and a bit of yellow. I see leaves falling from trees while a  and the soft breeze whisps my face.

I make a right turn down Condor Avenue with my shoulders held high near my exposed neck and my hands shoved deep into my pockets.

When I was growing up, I lived in a state of confusion. The state that I lived in had autumn, like all the rest, but never seemed to know it; that, in turn, confused me.

“ROOM B 25. THERAPIST WANTED.” The note read.

Therapy Joe knew he could get the job as a therapist; It was in his name after all.

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Fall.

Fall is about transition