Fiction

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

Alice Edmunds sorted through the papers on her desk. Technically, it was Detective Alice Edmunds, but the title hardly seemed to suit her considering her unorganized, head-in-the-clouds nature.

James Power is a 3 year old Detective and he is the worst in the wold

This morning, in the Redwood Forest, there was a fire. But this was no ordinary fire. We could tell by the matchbox and gasoline cans that this was an attempted terrorist attack.