A Change In Perspective [Patreon Commission]
You're blushing..._ the door creaked open on unoiled hinges, and the chill of autumn night quickly dug its icy fingers into the wild dog's fur.
The Key
I head outside into the cool of the autumn night and avert my eyes from the silvery gem of the night sky looming over me. oh how she delights in my struggle, but i will not be bested by her today!
A Biography of a Human: "The Imperial Litter"
It's the beginning of autumn!"
A new school year CH 2.
It was early autumn the trees began to loose their leaves adding a decorative blanket to the ground. i always appreciated nature for a long time i spent all my time in the forest.
The Art of Caring for Horns
Today, however, there wasn't much in the way of exchanging of words as they wandered through the yellowing trees, enjoying the lightly and sparsely falling leaves signaling the transition from summer to autumn and the warm late-summer breeze rustling through
The Changing of the Seasons
In starlight i revel in nature's stations disheveled; this year is now up-held by autumn's light, assemble!"
Mooncake Skellington (A The Nightmare Before Christmas Short Story)
I like mid-autumn festival! when jack and zero visits mid-autumn festival town to met chang'e and her pet bunny selene. oogie boogie tries to hijack mid-autumn festival.
Get Your Own
Turning down the hall, the dog went through the door and saw the autumn burnt red fur of the back of the fox's head. he let his eyes trace lines around the vulpine's black ears as he approached slowly, his arms coming out.
Aggrivation..
He was on cat-walk three, autumn/winter seasonal line i think." "nice work, eben. how did kane do?" she asked.
Headfeathers writing sample
Where he existed for most of the time of time, it had been perpetual autumn. not that there was anything wrong with autumn, but it did get rather dull after a while when nothing changed. but here, the seasons changed dramatically.
Borrowing Freedom
Crisp autumn air, the sun above, clouds scudding by. it will rain later but who fucking _cares_ right now? who cares what you think of me? does it matter if my phone rings?
Setting Sail, Chapter 2
I opened the front door of my house and was greeted by autumn chills. i wrapped my scarf around my neck and started walking onto the light snow that covered my front yard.