An Autumn Afternoon

The tickling heat of his breath lingers on her neck for longer than she would have liked. She’s not used to that sensation anymore, to the feeling of being hugged by muscular arms, pressed against a flat chest. She’s not used to the Spanish words murmured in a baritone, gruff inflection. The once familiar sensation of his stubble tickling her cheek is almost unpleasant now, and Costia can’t prevent a grimace of discomfort from clouding her face for a moment. They loosen the hug and she looks…

F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote the novel The Great Gatsby during the height of his career as an author. Although the novel didn’t sell well during his lifetime, after he passed away the sales for The Great Gatsby sky rocketed and the novel became one of his most famous works of literature. Scott Fitzgerald is known for basing events and characters from his novels from his own personal life, and this is especially prominent in The Great Gatsby. In this novel, many of the events and characters…

Illustration: Imagine if you will that you’re driving down a country gravel road on a lazy, sunny autumn afternoon. As you drive down this road you notice there are two fruit orchards one on each side of the road. You become curious as to the type of fruit on the trees and if you can pick it or have to buy a prearranged set amount like a peck or bushel. Without really thinking about it you decided to turn down the drive way of one of the two orchards, dust is flying from your car as it rambles…

The Building of America Through Brutality in the Eyes of the Native American. The Epic event that started annihilation of the Native Americans. This began on a November afternoon in 1519 where Cortez and Bernal Diaz was on an expedition and came across Mexico. It was something that they could never describe or imagine. It was an empire built on extreme intelligence and sophistication by the Native Americans called Aztec Indians. Diaz was dazzled by the experience he…

It all began on a normal Tuesday in October. Autumn had brought high winds and heavy downpours, which had resulted in a dreary cold and wet weather. In fact, the weather was so awful that Sophia could not venture out for the past three days. In the afternoon, I took a tiny glance out the window. I noticed it was now clear enough for the walk my dad, and I planned to take Sophia out. Since I still had around 3 hours left before he arrived home, I had decided to watch Criminal Minds and Blue…

On Halloween, Merlin Evans, third-grade teacher at Brecon Hollow Elementary School, closed the hefty storybook perched on his lap, and smiled down at his students seated on the bright blue carpet before him. “Thus, the valiant King Arthur and his noble knights saved the day. The End.” “Awww!” the children chorused. “We want more!” said little Leon with an eager grin. “I love hearing about the Knights of the Round Table!” Gwaine leapt up, unable to contain his enthusiasm. “Please, Mr. Evans,…

My friend Jessica and I were brainstorming ideas one Monday afternoon. Over an out of state trip for her birthday. It took us a while to come up with some places. "How about Las Vegas?" she asked. "We're not twenty-one yet, so what's the point of going?" I replied. "How about Alaska?" I suggested. "You know that I hate the cold," she replied obnoxiously. "Grand Canyon!" she blurted out. We both looked at each other and smiled. "Arizona it is," I thought to myself. We decided that we would travel…

pleasant to Gawain, since her son adored him, and having such a positive relationship with a grown man was good for Wallace. Her sweet—yet active—boy deserved that. With a sigh, she closed her eyes against the bright, late-morning sun and inhaled the autumn perfume of meadow grass from across the lane, warming hay, and the mild tang of goats from the farm down the…

When most people think of the North Carolina State Fair many things come to mind such as richly smoked tin foil wrapped turkey legs, tipping, turning neon rides, driving around in circles looking for a place to park, and foods that no one would ever think to deep fry. When I think of the North Carolina State fair, I think of cold fall breezes, ammonia, sawdust, haircuts, and rushing around. My side of the State Fair is the side few see and many ignore. The State Fair for me normally begins…

All the candles burn down. Tom, who has returned from the Forest in pieces, does not sleep. He reads, but the words wash over him in waves of neat black print. He is cold, but not overpoweringly so. Every so often he feels the stirrings of a migraine, but it never amounts to anything but a faint pulse behind his eyes. He entertains the vague idea of writing in the diary--which lies beside him on the common room couch--but every time he touches it is like a wound splitting open, raw and hot and…