Friday, October 3, 2014

Autumn Writing the Third

Day three of the Autumn Writing Giveaway: Share a favorite poem, along with a few fallish pictures:
This was the first browned tree of fall that i saw. 

I am not a big poem reader but my favorite poet when I was younger was Shel Silverstein. 

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Autumn Trees

Day two of the Autumn Writing Giveaway: Write a fractured Fallish fairy tale


The tree's golden leaves gently float to the dying grass beneath me. Death. Even the plants were dying! Unwanted tears trickled down her cheeks. Quickly, she wipes them away. As they fall faster, she ignores them. Curling up, the tears watered the ground. Where they landed, the grass became green again. They swayed beneath her and whispered. Soon they began to grow. They grew up and around her. In no time, there was a small circle that shielded her from the outside. She felt safe. And with the warm sun to dry her tears, she fell asleep.

She awoke with a start. The stars were out, and each shone like a gem. The air was cool, but not cold. The grass almost made a dome. Their dome protected her from the wind. Stretching, she stroked the grass then pushed it aside. The same tree with the dying leaves was there, but everything else was different. The world around her had changed, she wasn't at home anymore.

Darcy looked around. She was so happy, yet scared at the same time. This is what I wanted, right? This is what I wished for. But she wondered why it didn't feel like she always dreamed it would. Putting her hand on the tree, Darcy made a mental note of its location, and set out in search of water. She was parched and her face felt stiff and puffy.

Applying knowledge she had learned while hiking with her dad, she headed downwards. Water usually flowed through valleys. Sure enough, she heard the sound of running water and followed her ears. This led Darcy into a small waterfall with perfectly transparent water. It looked unnaturally clear. While washing her face, she drank drank fill. But as she did, Darcy noticed not a single thing was stirring in the water. Not minuscule tadpoles. There was no movement besides the splashing of the waterfall. Then something, coming from somewhere, splashed in the far side of the pool.

Darcy jumped. She backed away. There was something magical about this place. "Hello? Anyone out there?" Even though she couldn't see anything, she heard splashes. A head peeked out of the water. Once the head was visible, the rest appeared. It was a mermaid!
"I am Luna, what is it you seek?"
Darcy was speechless. "I... I... I..."  
"You must be here for a reason. The only ones who get here are the ones who call for aid." Luna the mermaid replied in a thick accent. Her lips, tail, and eyes were a sparkling blue.
"I guess I called. I just wanted..." I broke down crying again. Luna looked as if she understood. There was compassion in her eyes.
"If you seek the resurrection of your father, I cannot help you. Death is a cycle. It is one with Life. Ever on and on they go, tussling back and forth. But one day, Death will be vanquished, and Life will reign again. This time, forever." Her eyes appeared to be looking far, far into the future; into the day were Death dies. As Darcy pondered her words, the world around melted like too much water on a painting. The greens and blues of life gave way to decaying browns and oranges. But, she realized, the trees outwardly die each year, yet they always come back in the spring. They produce beautiful flowers again. They hold on when it is hard.

Darcy stood up. She was determined. She felt like a tree. Even though the world around her was changing, moving, and dying, she would hold on. She would live to see the beautiful flowers again.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Smells of Autumn

I am in an Autumn writing... thingy. The Diaries of Mannerbee Mansion is hosting it. Today, I almost forgot that is was the first day and that is why this is being posted so late.
Day 1: A simple paragraph about the time of year.

You may think I am crazy, but Autumn has a certain smell about it. My nose tells me when it really is Autumn. When we open our windows to let the cool air in, the house smells like Fall. When I walk into a coffee shop and Pumpkin Spice coffee is brewing, it smells like Fall. When my friends bake snicker-doodle, ginger-bread, and pumpkin cookies, it smells like Fall. These smells fill me with hope. The oppressive heat of Summer will give way to the relieving Autumn air. And as I sit back with my Pumpkin Spice Latte, snicker-doodle cookies, and big comfy sweater, I am so thankful Autumn is back again.