[SpartanAmethyst]

username: SpartanAmethyst
kalon name:
favorite thing about fall [300 word limit]:

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[sillies]

username:

antique skies
kalon name:

elliot
favorite thing about fall [300 word limit]:

the fashion and couture!

[Shoe.]

username:
kalon name:
favorite thing about fall [300 word limit]:

Wip?

[Endlessechoes]

username: Cashew11359
kalon name: tdb
favorite thing about fall [300 word limit]: res with the pure aesthetic of it (scarves, leaf piles, the feeling in the air, etc)

[Thani]

username: Thani
kalon name Honey
GenderMale

When you finally emerge form the leaf littered ground -the sound of crackling in the air - you quickly begin preparing another round. . . Another pile.

. . .
"They're falling" You say mostly to yourself, as you look out your window in growing anticipation.
Every year around this time the orchards surrounding your home shed a bit of themselves, leaving behind a means for entertainment.
The gold, the red...all the beautiful colors now scattered the ground just outside the house, lying dead, just waiting for one last purpose. You grab your scarf and quickly shove your boots on before sprinting out the door, the excitement evident in your speed.

Kneeling to the ground, you scoop up the leafs around you into one small but neat pile. Then moving over a bit you do the same thing until you have several small piles of the colorful crunchies. One by one you move each pile into the other to create one that is much larger. You stand, a smile spreading across your face as you move a bit of ways away rolling up your sleeves . You stare at your masterpiece one last time before the inevitable. "Prepare yourself leaves" You grin, sprinting towards the pile and jumping into it, causing many leaves to fly up and back down on top of you. You giggle, the sound of crunching and crackling surrounding you as squirm around, throwing the leaves into the air with glee. "I love Autumn !"

[slythecho]

username:
echo into void
kalon name:
riley
favorite thing about fall [300 word limit]:
her favorite thing about fall is the hot chocolate and the warmth of the fire. hot chocolate has always been very special to her. her family would make homemade hot chocolate every year at the beginning of fall. they would all drink a cup together as a family every day. that hot chocolate was so delicious, she could never not drink it.

when her family got split up, it was hard to make that hot chocolate. every time she made it, it reminded her of everything that happened. after awhile, that hot chocolate started to represent the happy times she had with her family.

every year, on the first official day of fall, she makes their homemade hot chocolate and drinks a cup every day of the season. this reminds her of the happiest times of her life. it fills her with warmth and joy as she sits in front of a fire. (153/300)

[recklessgod]

username recklessgod

kalon name bramble

favorite thing about fall


Bramble always loved sitting in front of fires, cool air nipping quietly while the fire in front of him kept it at bay. The flickering of the flames felt like an old friend to him, keeping him company as he gazed into the night. He never had fires in the summer—it was too hot—and in the winter it was far too cold. Fall was always just right. The stars kept him quiet company as the flames cast their soft glow, like a halo of protection from the cold.
pixel one ✶ pixel two ✶ word count: 92/300

thank you to the writer with coding help!

[bughead]

username: Alissaxo
kalon name: Daria (based on dandelion)
favorite thing about fall [300 word limit]: Daria loves to play with all of the leafs laying on the ground!

[Blumoonwolf]

username: Blumoonwolf
kalon name: Kio
favorite thing about fall [300 word limit]:

Day of the Dead
The lanterns come first- from nowhere. All different shapes and colors; they cast the graveyard into a haunting light, but it was all for show. These lanterns were the ones laid on graves by loved ones each year, scrawled on their sides were messages. Every message was carried lovingly by the passed, announcing their arrival- and eventually- their departure.

She heard a whine close to her ear, startling her. When she looked over, she just barely make out the blurry but definitely focusing edges of a black-furred dog. His tongue lolled out of his mouth in greeting.

"Ox?" He was so much bigger than she remembered, but he still wiggled his entire lower half in excitement at the sound of his name. She reached out her hand, and he stretched his neck forward to welcome her with licks, but he passed right through her. "Right, boy. Sorry. Not yet," she laughs, still caught off-guard by the appearance of her old friend. She had been anxious that he had forgotten her in all the autumn seasons she had missed since she had moved. But here he was, still the same.

She squeezed her hands in her lap, wishing that she could feel his warm side lean reassuringly against her. But that wouldn't happen, so she instead focused her gaze on the emerging ghosts. As each one emerges, she feels a certain swelling of emotion in her heart. These aren't her emotions. Each spirit carries its own distinct memories, its own feelings. Some haunt past lovers, which is why sometimes you feel the squeeze of heartache, even years after. Some just fill her with a warm determination in the pit of her stomach. She uses that feeling to steady herself.
Time for a family reunion.

[colambo]

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