[Ill]

Res with the name Charismille

[bite sized kuiper]

maybe qwq

[Asa Willow]

{word count: 402--Art by me}

It was a gusty November day—the kind that encourages people to wrap themselves in their softest blankets and tentatively sip scalding apple cider as they watch the trees dance in the wind. Most of the leaves had either fallen, or were torn from their parent tree by an unexpected draft. One, however, remained in a tall, noble tree. A sweetgum. The brilliantly colored liquidambar leaf fluttered along with its kin, nervously clinging to its slender branch. Then it fell. As the leaf descended, a crisp breeze gently buffeted the leaf’s paper-thin edges, causing it to spin and twirl like a vivid, red-orange circus acrobat. Except the leaf needed no ropes or platforms to keep it gracefully aloft. It rode the wind with ease, flitting about as if it were alive and happy to finally be free. The wind carried the leaf, and many others like it, out of the tranquil safety of the park, and into the maze of city streets and skyscrapers so tall that they seemed to graze the clouds above.
Suddenly, torrents of air flowing every which way buffeted the leaf. It was ripped from the sky and thrown to the bustling sidewalks, where it narrowly missed the foot of a passing pedestrian. Drafts from cars speeding by sent the leaf flying once more, whipping through alleyways and past street vendors and businessmen and women and children happily gnawing on sticky caramel apples. The leaf passed a bakery selling apple pies and the wind carrying the leaf along smelled of cinnamon. Spice-laden and weary, the wind settled down into a slow, winding breeze and, with the leaf still in tow, it slid past a young plumerian, ruffling his fur. The leaf, now unsupported by the once vigorous gusts, began to descend once more, this time gently. It finally settled for the first time since it left its tree, brushing the cold ground in greeting and coming to a rest at the plumerian's feet.
Akine looked down to see the leaf resting at his paws, and was overcome by a feeling of contentedness. Breathing the fresh autumn air, and feeling the leaf-laden breeze gently ruffle his fur, there was no season that could be quite as satisfying as autumn. He stood up to find some warm cider to enjoy someplace cozy. And as he did so, the leaf, as orange as ever in the waning sunlight, skittered softly away.

[gold]

Marking

[Scion Hanzo]

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Removed in case idea wants to be used again <3

[Calder]

Username: Calder
Name: Vas
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual, preference towards females

Season:
Spring probably?

[quitting,,]

Marking.

[suneater]

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this form is a wip m8

[Master of Nothing]

nah whoops
marking for winner!

[Zeldonk]

I unpacked my last box of pots and pans from my move to Wisconsin from India. I set the pans in a lower cupboard in my small olive green kitchen. I lean back and admire my newly decorated kitchen with its brand new appliances and newly placed shelves weighted with traditional Indian glass elephants. A purple Indian table rug is placed on my three person table with a homemade vase sitting in the center of the small circular table. Satisfied with my work I walk over to my bedroom and sit on my bay window and waited for something exciting to happen in my life.

Being only 21 and without a job I could only afford a tiny one floor house with a bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a small living room. I have no family in America nor do I have any friends here so I live alone while I go to college. With my small job as a henna artist at a local flea market I don't get a lot of money to pay for both my college tuition and my house bills. So I also work at a restaurant named Legends as a waitress and/or cashier.

The whole reason I moved from my home country was to come to the United States for a better education in a marine biologist career. Not only was it cheaper here in America to go to college but women in India were not considered intelligent or worthy enough for school. But this upcoming semester is not what excites me; what excites me is that I moved to Wisconsin right at the end of Fall so I get to witness my first winter and I get to see my first snow fall. I even bought myself a matching pink and white scarf and hat right as I walked out of the Airport. I heard that winters here in Wisconsin are tough and I need to bundle up.

I walk outside and set the recyclables on the curb of the street in front of my small wooden house. A snowflake fell swiftly from the starry night sky. One by one the unique snowflakes drop from the wispy clouds, falling faster and faster every second it snowed. My eyes widened as soon as a snowflake landed on my nose. The snowflake melted and my face cringed up; the feeling was cold and bitter but I loved it. I ran inside as fast as I could and grabbed my matching scarf and hat and set them on my curly head of hair. I have been waiting my whole life for this moment. The moment I see my first snow fall. I never imagined snow this way; the way it sent a chill down my spine once it melted on my skin. The way the snowflakes fell from the sky looked like tiny ballerinas dancing on a stage, each one displaying it's own personal dance before their show was over. Some danced slower dances and some danced fast, but either way they looked beautiful whenever they caught a glimpse of the moonlight.